Remember to wash your dishes!

You come home from work. You throw your bag on the floor, and stretches your back. You are ready to relax, but on the way to your room, something catches your eye. It is huge, it is white, some places there are brown stains. It is probably as tall as you, and it is still able to balance on the table.

It's dishes. Tons of them. When you got pregnant with your second, you never had the time to do them. You always told your husband he should do them, but he never did it. And now, there are so many dishes you can't even count them.

Why do you have to do this? You are carrying around another human, you don't deserve this. You ignore the dishes, and try to make it to your room, when you see a shadow moving. It is a quick sound. It catches your curiosity, and you stop and stare at the pile.

You will slowly approach the dishes, trying to avoid the horrifying smell coming for it. You will see it again, rubbing its body against the porcelain, then it will turn, and stare at you with its spoon eyes, and reach out its fork hands, while it laughs in some kind of craze. And by then, it is already too late. It will devour you, and you will hear it's smile as it prepares its teeth to break your skin. You can smell the blood from it, it's gaze is so awful. You feel your throat tighten as you realize your faith.

"N-no" you whisper.

"Yes. YES!" It screams in deep pleasure, and hands you another dish to clean. And so it will go on. Forever.

If you don't do the dishes in the next 24 hours, the being will take you, and make you do dishes forever. Time is ticking.

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Credited to Cathrine227 

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