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IMAGINE, if you will

You awaken in the night to loud noises, crashes banging

You go to investigate, but alas, there is no one there

You try to sleep, telling yourself its just some animals on the roof, the neighbours, maybe your just haunted, whatever

Then in the morning, you awaken to find your fridge has been ransacked

The butter is smeared everywhere, vegetables crushed, THE MILK WAS LEFT OUT

Point is its a huge mess

And all that was taken is like enough for a small sandwich

I'm talking like 2 pieces of bread and some cheese

You clean it up, positively seething, livid with the intruder that could have done this to you, to not just steal from you but cause you this level of inconvenience, this irritation

Then you go about your day still annoyed and rattled from the disturbance

But then the day ends

You come back home, you tidy up, go to bed and fall asleep

And then the banging happens again

"oh no, not again" you think, springing out of bed, propelling yourself across your room and through your house

The fridge hasn't been touched yet but you know its just a matter of time

You race through your home

Checking every inch as the banging and crashing continues

But then it stops

And you freeze

You slow your breathing, tense your body, strain your eyes in hopes it will aid your ears in picking out ANYTHING

But theres nothing

And there continues to be nothing

So you return to bed and sleep claims you

When you wake

Your met with a familiar, horrible sight

Your fridge is violated

Produce vandalized, drinks pool upon the floor, your well earned food is ruined and will soon have to make company with other garbage

Anger, Fury, Frustration

A bitter loathing grips your heart as you scrub the filth from your fridge

This cycle continues

Again and again and again and again and again

Until one night you finally catch it

You catch the thing that's been breaking into your house

That's been stealing from you

Its a nasty thing

Black but speckled with grey

Thin and wiry but bulbous in a few key areas

But its horrible characteristics weren't the worst part

You see from the bulbous but slightly clear part of its body

A sandwich, now rotting

A apple turning black

All the food it took from you

And it didn't even need it to survive

It just wanted to make sure your couldn't have it

The euphoria you felt when you finally killed it

It didn't bleed

But its hard to say with all the rotten paste that now coats your floor

You don't care though

The intruder is dead

You feel more alive than you have been in monthes

Finally you can sleep

And nothing is going to disturb you

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