User:LegitTheCreep

I'm an average kid in an average household, with average habits. One of these habits is leaving dirty dishes around. That and I'll normally keep a cup of water in the kitchen for every time I want to get a drink of water.

But I must say, my parents get pretty fed up with that habit. And I really can't blame them, I guess. If I had a kid who left his dishes around like that, I would get sick of it pretty quickly.

Most of the time, my mom or my sister will either put my dishes away if I don't, or mistake my water cup for theirs, and sometimes put my water cup in the sink as they think it's another used dish I just left lying around. Normally I would ask them what they did to it, and they would say they either put it away thinking it was a dirty dish, or they mistook it for theirs.

Eventually, I wrote my name on my cup. That way they wouldn't mistake it for their own.

One day, I found my cup wasn't on the table where I normally left it. I checked the sink, and it wasn't there. I went to my sister's room where she was playing TF2 on her computer.

"Hey sis," I asked. "Did you do something with my water cup?"

"No." She replied. "You wrote your name on it, right? It should be easy to find."

If there was one person I can trust in this world, it would be my sister. Sure, she does weird things occasionally, but she hardly ever lied to me. I asked my mom if she had it, or had seen it, but she said last place she saw it was on the table where it normally is.

The next day, more dishes started dissapearing. The sink was empty, but there were only three dirty plates that I could find throughout the whole house. It was weird, but I ignored it. Even though I set it aside in my mind, it still bugged me a little. How could the dishes go missing, but they weren't in the sink?

That night I heard something in the kitchen. It sounded like dishes being rubbed against each other, or put away. Everyone in the house was asleep, so it was probably an intruder. I was always afraid something like this would happen, so I kept a revolver in my drawer, and always keep it loaded. Without hesitating, I got up and took the revolver out of my drawer. I slowly walked into the kitchen, and like I expected, there was someone in there. His head was turned away from me, and he was picking dishes out of the cabinets and putting them in a sack that he was holding. He was wearing a black robe and had a hood on.

"Freeze," I said as I pointed my gun at him. "Before I pop a cap in your ass!"

He stopped, but he didn't say anything. He didn't even turn to face me for a whole minute. I stood there, waiting for him to make a move. The longer we stood there, the more I wanted to shoot him square in the damn face. Then he turned around and looked at me. His whole face was a sihlouette. After a few seconds, what were obviously his eyes light up. They were bright red.

"Stay back," He said in a deep, echoing voice. "These are mine now..." He literally dissapeared out of thin air with the sack. I was in total shock, and almost had to punch myself to keep me from fainting. I went back into my room as quick as possible, and got in my bed. I got under my covers, and didn't even put the revolver back in the drawer. I put it right next to my lampshade, and kept it there the whole night. I could barely get to sleep.

The next day, I told my dad about what happened last night as soon as he got home from work, since my school ends before he gets home. When I was done telling the story, he said nothing. He just looked confused.

"I'll think about it..." He said. Then he walked into his room. He never mentioned it again, and I never reminded him again.