when I was in the 5th grade, i accidentally started a manhunt.

i would leave little notes to my friend at the end of the day so he’d find them first thing in the morning. problem is, he didn’t know i was only doing it as a joke. for example, one of the notes said “i’m coming to your house”, and i was going to be going home with him that next day. he knew my handwriting and, understandably, freaked out a bit. when my teacher confronted me, i panicked and said a boy named John Smitherson came up to me and told me to write those, and that he was moving today so don’t bother going after him. obviously, the police went after him. i sent the police looking across the tri state area looking for a kid that didn’t exist.
oops.