Earlier in the year everyone was TPing our highschool, I was pretty baked at the time, and thought it was a good idea to join in the festivities, even though last year 10 or so people got arrested for vandalism. So everyone got out the toilet paper out of the huge, 40 gallon, black garbage bags and started the fun. All of a sudden, I hear someone yell "5 O, 5 O!!!" So everyone books it off into the surrounding woods and backyards of people's homes. 5 minutes later, we finally come to realize that it was a false alarm, so everyone jets back to the crime scene and continues the "vandalism." Then in the distance we see the red and blue flashing, and they are driving right on the fields for football, soccer, ect. Everyone frantically runs away into peoples' yards, while more cops shine their spotlights. I was running in the front of someone's yard, headed for the base of operations, while a cop flies around the corner with his spot light. High and paranoid, I dive over some bushes onto a bunch of pointy ass mulch. The cop continued driving, and all was safe for the time being. So I eventually found some of the buddies I was hanging with before, we group together to find the chick's house where it was safe. Sneaking around the neighborhood, I peaked over a little ridge to see if the coast was clear to book it across the street into the house, then I'm glowing like the moon, with the spotlight right on my chest. I was petrified for a second, then just decided to book it into the backyard of the house and sneak through the backdoor. That night there was about 50 people going in and out of that house, and the cops knocked on the door several times, but the parents were chill about it and kept all the kids safe