Prank

The hour was increasingly growing late, and the night was dark and almost perfectly still. Four, innocent, unsuspecting girls were at home, peacefully working on their studies. The hum of the dishwasher in the kitchen after a good meal was rhythmic and the swishing of the washer down the hall seemed softer than usual. Everything in its place. Crickets were chirping out our door, and all was calm and peaceful in the home.
Suddenly there was an unsuspecting eruption of pounding on the front door. Urgent sounding and frightening. One brave roommate slowly rose from her seat, slid to the front door, and peered through the eye hole on the front door.
No one.
The lock slowly turned from its original horizontal position until it clicked. The dishwasher and washing machine were ignored, and all we could hear was the pounding of our hearts and the heavy, frightened breathing. The door knob just as slowly twisted to the right.
Once opened there was a giant explosion of smoke, sparks, and light. The loud cracking and popping almost mimicked that of several gun shots. The odder was terrible and musky.
The door was immediately slammed shut and our screams were in unison. Neighbors promptly poked their heads out in concern.
Once the commotion was over, or so we thought was over, we caught our breath and opened our door again.
It had been three guys from our ward who placed fireworks outside our front door who now returned with Halloween masks on and jumped through our front door.
So this is what we get for feeding you guys, hu?
Don't worry, we made them clean it up. And take our trash out.
And don't worry. We'll get them back...