Everyone sits around one person, who lays on the floor with their head in someone's lap. The person with who has the head in their lap starts "hypnotizing" them that they're approaching a haunted house and they go inside and they see a hallway with seven doors. They're told to go into each door and describe what they see; the seventh door supposedly contains death.

I lied about not boring everyone with my stories; here are my favorite two instances of Seven Doors:

I'm laying on the floor, already freaking everyone out, and the log in the fireplace breaks in half, showering sparks everywhere. Everyone screams, but I don't even flinch, causing the one boy at the party to cry. We were like 15 too.

A couple of years before, so when my friends and I were like 13, my friend and I hold hands and "go under" together. I refuse to speak at all, so they focus on my friend. After a while my friend "sees me" and starts to describe what I'm doing, and I start to smile as she describes me coming towards her with a knife. She starts gagging and bites down on the blood capsules she's been holding in her cheek and I start to laugh quite evilly. One of our friends fled from the tent and had to be chased down before she woke up our friend's parents.

You know, chicks and their slumber party games.