You're on a phonecall with the police because of an intruder in your home.

"I'm in the closet," you fearfully whispered. "I don't think he can find me here.."

The police had few questions including what were you wearing.

"Huh?" you frowned, wondering if your ears playing tricks on you, "Excuse me?"

"You heard me." the voice deeper than usual. "What.. are you wearing?"

It sounded just like the intruders voice. Your hands shaking. "Oh god.. it's you."

He started laughing, "Oh god, it is.."