Happy Halloween, Kids!!!

I figured, this Halloween, why not try to inflict as much emotional and psychological trauma on my unsuspecting readers as possible. Good luck trying to sleep tonight with visions of Sprinkles up there slowly crawling through your brain! Jeez... I'm the one who brought him here and even I'm a little freaked out. He looks like all of the world's bad vibes put through a Play-Doh Fun Factory and then slathered with some greasepaint stolen from Satan's private stash. Oh, but it's cool... there's no way he's real. There's no way he knows where you live. There's no way he's hiding under your bed right now, slowly running his fingers over a kitchen knife, waiting for your return. I mean... there's just no way.

Right?

(creepy music; thunder and lightning; cackle of a crazy person)