Every Midnight, the Food in My Pot Disappears… Until I Did This

Episode 3 I stood in the kitchen that night, the paper still in my hands. Whoever wrote it had to be behind the food disappearing from my pot. Instead of fear, anger… I started to cry.The note read: “Mummy, I’m hungry, please, I need food.” I began to think… Who could this be? Why call me Mummy? I don’t remember ever having a child. I didn’t know what to do. My hands shook, but then I took a deep breath. A strange boldness came over me, and I shouted:“Where are you? Just come out!” Nothing.No sound. No one. I left the kitchen… then came back. Still no one. Something in me shifted, I began to cook. I didn’t even know why.Then I yelled: “Food is ready! Come and eat!” Silence. I stepped out and waited. Minutes felt like hours.Then I heard it.A soft crawl, from the kitchen ceiling… then footsteps. My chest pounded. I took a deep breath, then shoved the door open. And I saw her. A young girl, hungry, weak, trembling.Her eyes met mine, filled with fear… and something that looked like a silent plea for help. Tears burned my eyes. I wanted to step closer, but fear held me back.How did she get into my house?Who is she?How long has she been here? So many questions, but this time, there was no turning back.I was ready to face the truth. As I looked closely, her eyes looked as if she was trying to read my thoughts. I took a deep breath, steadying myself. Then I asked, “Who are you?” No answer. I tried again. “How did you get in here?” Silence. I didn’t know what to do. Part of me wanted to shout for my neighbors, but something told me to stay calm. I stepped forward slowly, though fear gripped me. Softly, I said, “You can talk to me… please, who are you?” That was when she finally opened her mouth and what came out shook me. “Please… don’t send me back.” My heart dropped.“I shouldn’t send you back? Back where? What do you mean?” Before I could press further, she darted past me, slipping through the kitchen door.I spun around and chased after herbut by the time I stepped out… she was gone. No footsteps. No sound.Just an empty house. I froze. Had I just seen a ghost? Or was this girl real hiding somewhere in my home? Just then, my phone rang. It was my friend. “Hey, how are you doing?" "I'm fine," I replied. "Hope that thing eating your food hasn’t come again.” I didn’t want to tell her what I’ve just seen. I tried to steady my breath. “I’m fine… everything is normal now.” She sounded relieved. “Alright, that’s good. I just wanted to check on you. Goodnight.” “Goodnight,” I whispered, ending the call. But nothing was fine. My body trembled. I knew the girl was still here. I searched the house corner after corner until finally… I found her. She was curled up in a hidden corner. I held her arm. She struggled, crying, “Let me go!” But I held on firmly this time. “I’m not letting you go until you tell me who you are. Or else I’ll raise an alarm right now!” Her eyes widened. “No! Please… nobody must see me.” “Then tell me,” I pressed softly. “Who are you?” She sniffed, tears in her eyes, and whispered: I am the princess of the moonlight… that’s what my mother calls me.” I took a deep breath. “And where is your mother?” She raised her head, then slowly lifted her hand, pointing to something behind me. My chest tightened. My heart pounded as I turned my head very slowly toward the direction she was pointing. To be continued…

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