I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty fed up with people dressing up in threatening regalia and spoiling my quiet nights in. First, it was the so called ‘Killer Crown’ craze and now, even worse, just last night a group of 4 foot tall hooligans dressed as ghosts attempted to break through my door with their tiny, ghoulish fists. Luckily, I was black out drunk and my girlfriend answered the door, but if my girlfriend hadn’t (presumably) kicked their arses, I might not be here today. The threat is real.
There may, however, be a light at the end of tunnel.