It was a dark and stormy night when Betty first discovered the truth. The truth about the Great Sock Conspiracy, that is.
She was a child, no more than 7 years old, when she first noticed that her favorite sock was missing. Not just any sock, mind you, but her favorite bright pink one with yellow polka dots.
She searched high and low for it, under the bed, in the laundry basket, and even in the washing machine. But it was nowhere to be found.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Betty was on the brink of despair when she stumbled upon a cryptic message scrawled on her fridge in lipstick-red letters: "THE SOCKS ARE WATCHING YOU."