I grew up in North Jersey and called it Goosey night. It was so well accepted in our community that my mom would actually go to the store for eggs and toilet paper (had to stock up a few night before) and would lay out my black clothes for me. My neighbors regularly toilet papered our house, much to the amusement of my father, and then would help clean it up a few days later. If the cops caught you and you had a backpack they would make you take it off and step on it with the idea being if you had eggs in there it would ruin the inside of it. This thread brings back a ton of great memories of running around and hiding in big piles of leaves that line NJ streets in the Fall. I live in Colorado now and nobody in my office has ever heard of it so it must be an east coast-mid west thing.