User blog comment:HumboldtLycanthrope/The Collaborative Cliche Pasta/@comment-24101790-20150307044417/@comment-5632489-20150309150309

Not long after, all hell broke loose.

The other costumes began to peel themselves off the walls. They all stood up straight and turned their eyes toward him, the cold gaze ruthless with hate equal to the blackest of nights. He remembered suddenly one of his favorite all time novels, Jeff the Killer, with its titular protagonist's "go to sleep" mantra. They all looked like they were telling him to go to sleep. If they had real mouths they would have. Before he could do anything, he heard a shout behind him...

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, YOU MOTHERFUCKER?!"