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Every Midnight, the Food in My Pot Disappears… Until I Did This
<p>Episode 1</p><p><br/></p><p>The first night I woke up and found the food in my pot disappeared I thought nothing of it. Maybe I had eaten more than I remembered.</p><p><br/></p><p>But then… it happened again.</p><p><br/></p><p>I would come home late, cook, eat a little, and keep the rest for the next day. But every morning… the pot was empty.</p><p><br/></p><p>At first, I thought maybe stress was affecting me.</p><p>Then one night, I cooked but refused to eat.</p><p><br/></p><p>At midnight, I woke suddenly. Something pulled me to the kitchen.</p><p><br/></p><p>When I opened the pot… part of the food was gone.</p><p><br/></p><p>My hands shook. The windows were sealed. The doors locked. I searched the house, no sign of anyone.</p><p><br/></p><p>The next day, I told my friends. They laughed.</p><p>“You eat too much, you probably finished it yourself,” one said.</p><p>“Maybe it’s rats,” another joked.</p><p><br/></p><p>But how could rats remove the cover from the pot… and place it back… without leaving a single scratch?</p><p><br/></p><p>That night, I decided to test it.</p><p>I cooked again, I ensure every door and window were closed, then I waited.</p><p><br/></p><p>At midnight, I heard it, faint footsteps. Slow. Careful. Moving in the kitchen.</p><p><br/></p><p>My chest tightened. I froze. Too scared to move. In panic, I called two neighbors. We went in together… but there was no one in the kitchen.</p><p><br/></p><p>They looked at me like I was insane. One hissed and said, "you're not serious."</p><p>Yet when I checked the pot, half the food was gone.</p><p><br/></p><p>But nobody seems to believe me.</p><p><br/></p><p>The next night, I tried something else, to be sure if my head wasn't messing me up. So I cooked, then poured flour across the kitchen floor.</p><p><br/></p><p>I woke in the morning, I was shocked..I saw footprints. Small. Like those of a child.</p><p><br/></p><p>I rushed out quickly, shouting, I called my neighbours, I showed them. This time, they were silent. Nobody could explain it. Some gave advice, but I really wanted to know what it is.</p><p><br/></p><p>That night, I decided, enough was enough. I cooked again, then hid inside the cupboard, to see for myself. I was peeking through a crack.</p><p><br/></p><p>Just at midnight… the kitchen light went off.</p><p><br/></p><p>My heartbeat quickened, it's very unusual for light to go off.</p><p><br/></p><p>Then I heard it, soft footsteps… slow, careful… coming straight toward where I hid.</p><p><br/></p><p>To be continue.......</p>
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