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I was very confused, but remained silent as the old man started to continue his descent down the stairs, until he was finally out of my sight. I stood there for some time, processing what had just happened, but then I started to laugh, and it got worse to the point where my stomach was hurting badly. I thought to myself: ”What the fuck was that all about? Who was that old coot anyway, and what was that about a spoon? That was priceless.” An elder woman opened her apartment door and said: ”Shhhh, what is your problem sir? People are trying to sleep here, do not make so much noise.” I apologized and held back the laughter inside me while I continued to walk up to my home.
I took out the key to my apartment and opened the door, making sure to get the bags inside first as they were starting to feel very heavy. After carrying the rest of the bags up to my room I took of my shoes and collapsed on my bed that laid nearby. I couldn't stop thinking about the old man. ”Spoon.. Spoon? That old man just made my night, and to think he actually had me worried at first.” After a long and tiring laughing session, as well as a tiring day in general, I fell asleep.
I was woken up up in the middle of the night by a weird sound, it was unlike any other I had ever heard. It's hard to describe, but imagine a mix between a slurping sound and the sound of someone stepping on pink glass panes. I got up to see my fridge being wide open, even though I hadn't been in it since I came home. The sound had disappeared, but I slowly approached the fridge and was just about to close it when I stepped on something hard. I looked down to see what it was, it was a spoon.
”What the fuck, how did that get there?”, I said with a high pitched voice. The spoon started shaking violently on its own and starting making that weird slurping noise again. I started to panic and ran back to my bedroom and hid under my blanket, hoping it was all just a bad dream. To my horror, I started hearing the noise getting closer and closer to my bed, and I decided to peek from under my blanket to see what was going on. The spoon was right next to my bed, it was levitating. I froze on the spot, shocked at what I had just witnessed, but it was about to get worse. My blanket was blasted off me by an invisible force and my clothes were ripped to shreds by the pressure, and the spoon was levitating right above my face. Then it did something I never would have expected to do, it started to speak. It yelled in a dark, angry voice: ”YOU FORGOT TO DO YOUR FUCKING DISHES TONIGHT BOY! NOW YOU WILL PAY THE PRICE!”. Suddenly, everything was starting to spin, I looked around the room and saw that
I chose to serve them, and it was indeed horrible. It varied between licking up the ”bodily fluids” of the spoons, since there are no toilets in hell, to screwing King Spoon's goats to breed a mix between goat and human. It's now 5 years later and I am back in my home, it has been restored to normal, however I will never more be the same, I'm writing this to prevent other people from meeting the same fate as I have, so treat your dishes with respect, or they might do something very horrible to you. Have a nice life.
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