You were out thrift shopping, just because it was a boring day and you had nothing else to do. After going through the aisles, you come across an old poster of the band KISS. You remember them from your childhood.

Almost like you were hypnotized to do so, you put the poster in your basket with your other things you put in there. You went and paid for it all.

Once you got home, you set your bags near your bed and took the poster out and unfurled it. You blew the dust off. Not a day old, and it hadn't wrinkled at all.

You got some tape and taped it above your bed, then went back to sorting through your bags of stuff. After a while, you started to get tired, and you got ready for bed. You laid down and drifted off to sleep.

However, you heard voices from above you.

"Gene, move the fuck over, your costume is poking into my shoulder."

*I'm trying, but ACE won't move either! Move your skinny ass, man!"

"Paul is the one who won't move!"

"Peter, calm down!"

You then heard a loud rip, and 4 men fell on you. You turned on the light, only to see KISS themselves, sitting on your bedroom floor, looking at you like deers in headlights.