Where the thread count is always higher than the screams.
It started with a single missing sock. Then the other one vanished. Next, the cat disappeared in the middle of the night, leaving only a faint scent of fabric softener behind. They say it was a sign of the Sock Goblin, a malevolent force that haunts the land of lost footwear.
A family's worst fears were realized when they opened the door to find a room filled with the remains of their beloved socks. The once-peaceful household was now a war zone, with shredded remains and the stench of despair. They never found the mastermind behind the carnage, but the legend of the Sock Drawer of Doom lives on.
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