And all it takes is a skylight, a doll, some tape, and a ladder. Although you don't even need a ladder if you have a pet dragon or can jump onto the roof from the top of a car parked in your driveway (that's what I do). And if you think I didn't just round up all my little sister's dolls and do this to every window in the house, well, you're seriously overestimating my ability to grow the f*** up and move out of my parent's place. It's spaghetti night!
Thanks to my half-buddy Terry, who is into creepy stuff like this which is why I have every intention of hiding in his coat closet like I'm a jacket then jumping out and, God willing, stopping his heart.