The house on the corner was my next target. Why that particular house? I don’t know; it looked vulnerable and had an abundance of gadgets. My Modus Operandi was simple- go small but expensive.
She cycled every day wearing her branded headphones and a laptop bag. Her schedule was mundane, she left home in the morning and returned by dusk. After observing her for a few weeks, I chose a Friday night. The plan was clear- enter the house from the backdoor, pick small gadgets, and make a swift exit.
Today, I didn’t see her leaving the house, but as the lights were out, I decided to go ahead with my plan. I carefully opened the backdoor using my special all-purpose swiss knife. Entering that house after observing it for many days was akin to meeting a vaguely familiar person. The glow of the laptop screen caught my attention. I rushed towards it, closed the lid, and carefully kept it in my bag. Next, I picked kindle from the table, which was next to her phone. It immediately struck me that if the phone was at home, was she as well?
“Here, take my headphones, the charger is by the other table, I also have a small radio, and the TV is behind you. Just take everything.” I heard a tired voice giving me instructions. She continued, “at this point, I just don’t care… don’t worry, I won’t call the cops. ”
Ironically, I was startled by her presence and perplexed by her generosity. Without responding, I quickly started stuffing everything in my bag. I must confess that she robbed me of the thrill of the act. “What a weirdo,” I muttered. She sat on the edge of her bed and watched me hurrying to the back door. “Wait ! you forgot a few things,” she calmly said. “Along with these worldly possessions, take my fear of not finding love, my three personal anxieties that I face every day, and the residual sadness. I froze and thought to myself that she had lost her mind.
“So, will you take them?” she asked with an expressionless face. “Yeah, yeah, whatever… You are crazy !” I grunted. Before she could make another crazy demand, I ran away.
“It has been 3 months since that day, and I haven’t been able to commit any theft, doctor. You must be surprised to hear a thief say that, but it looks like I really robbed her of everything she wanted me to. I have been carrying her emotional baggage ever since. ” I opened my empty backpack and showed it to the psychologist. “That was my last theft, and this is my first visit to you.”
What happened to the girl? Read her story, here.