Hello, welcome to my short one-shot about the Sock Snatcher. This story was inspired by a thing that happened to me last night where I wore socks to bed and in the morning, they were nowhere to be found. My friend later came up with a theory about it, and thus this story was born.
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I yawned and glanced at the clock. The time display blinked back at me: 11:42.
It was starting to get late and I had school tomorrow so I decided to go to bed. I closed my laptop, grabbed my phone, and headed up the stairs to my bedroom.
I quickly got to work putting my pajamas on. I had a simple black t-shirt, pink pajama pants, and socks. My socks were red with little penguins and snowflakes all over them. They were my favorite socks.
Then, I got into bed, turned off the lamp illuminating the small room in a pale glow, and let the clutches of sleep take me into their hold.
(…)
Unbeknownst to me, at about 2 AM, something weird happened…
A dark figure emerged from the shadows of the room – presumably a man based on the silhouette. They were very quiet as they walked toward my bed, their face becoming slightly more visible thanks to the silver moonlight streaming through the window.
Their skin was pale and fair. He had blue – maybe violet eyes…? Paired with hair so light it was almost white.
As he neared the foot of the bed, he reached down for the covers. He pulled the comforter off my feet and then the sheet, revealing my socked feet underneath.
Very gingerly, he pulled the socks off my feet, heedful in making sure I did not wake.
I stirred yet I did not wake. My feet were growing uncomfortably cold without the socks or blankets covering them. He lightly placed the blankets back over my feet and then disappeared.
(…)
I woke up the next morning to my alarm buzzing. Groggily, I got out of bed and walked to my bathroom. Just as I was about to take my clothes off to get in the shower, I noticed something weird.
"Didn't I wear socks to bed…?" I muttered to myself. I thought about it, and yes, I remembered quite clearly putting them on. "Huh, weird," I murmured. Maybe I had kicked them off while I was asleep? That seemed like the only logical answer.
I made a mental note to check my bed later for any signs of my red penguin socks.
I took my shower and got dressed. Then I remembered to check for the socks.
I checked my bed high and low. I flipped all the covers off – didn't find them. I looked underneath the bed – didn't find them. Hell, I even checked underneath the mattress, all to no avail.
After a disappointing morning, I walked to school, still distraught over the missing socks. All through the day, I couldn't focus on the subjects at hand, my mind was too preoccupied with the thought of my poor socks, all alone somewhere I couldn't reach them.
After school, I went home and continued looking for the socks. I couldn't find them and by the end of the evening, my house looked like a tornado had strolled through it.
I was forced to give up the search.
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About a month and a half later, I was cleaning out my refrigerator. I had stuff in there that I hadn't touched in months.
As I pulled a jar of pickles off the shelf, something red caught my eye. I reached into the depths of the fridge, and found something I was not expecting to find.
My red penguin socks.
"What. The. Hell!?" I exclaimed, holding them up, away from my face.
(…)
Beware the sock snatcher.
He will take your socks with laughter.
Nigh a day goes by,
He won't eye,
Your beautiful socks with express ratify.
You'd better say goodbye.
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Thank you so much for reading this story. I really hope you enjoyed it. Also, just a last parting thought, when you're lying in bed tonight, just imagine Iceland sneaking into your room and stealing your socks…