I wore my black hoodie. My favorite one.

But I didn't wear it because it was my favorite. I wore it along with a black cap, black face mask and black sunglasses. It was to make sure that I was totally unidentifiable.

Had this been just a few months ago, I would have rolled over laughing over my deeds.

I was walking on tip toes, in the middle of the night, with a dagger in my hand. But this was not the weirdest part.

I was headed to a much weirder place. I was headed to the one famous psychic in our town. Widely known as Mystic Joe.

No need...