It was "trash day" and I was in a hurry to get to work and with putting the cans out to the street, I forgot to close the front door to the house. Its late afternoon and my daughter comes home from school to find the door wide open... She freaks and goes up to neighbors house and tells them she thinks the house has been robbed and they call the sheriff (we live in an area outside the city limits).
The sheriff shows up and proceeds to go through the house. The kid and neighbor are standing outside the back door when they hear a scream... "A-A-Ah-Ahg-Ahg SH@#"
The sheriff had gone into the garage where just as you go in hangs a couple of skeletons, a crank ghost, and a shelf with all my prop heads lined up in a row... He flipped on the light and all this was in his face...