"I was 12 years old and had just watched the scariest movie ever, Jeepers Creepers. I was really bad at putting my things away as a kid, so much so that my mom would have to ask me 435,435 times to put my bike back before I finally did it. So, after watching this horrifying film, my mom tells me to put my bike away or she's going to leave it for the garbage men the next day (standard mom threat). It's dusk and I'm petrified, so I scamper outside to put my bike away, and there's a grim reaper figure standing along a row of pine trees with an ax — not doing anything or moving — just standing there. I obviously freak THE HELL OUT and go inside to my mom, but she doesn't believe me. I even forced her to come outside with me. Long story short, it was my dad playing a prank on me (he's REALLY into horror films) and I never left my crap out again." — Murphy Moroney, assistant editor, Moms
