The Thief

Nights are my favorite. It’s the time I live to the fullest.

This was just another night and I was on my job as a professional theif juggling from one house to another, peeping through things and stealing the items which deem for me are worth for. As this was going on, I saw a house at the corner of a lonely street. Thinking this would be an easy job, I got into it looking for the things which are worth stealing for.

And then, I heard footsteps approaching and the shadow of that person growing bigger and bigger. It’s an old woman. Around 70s in age, stick in her hand for support with poor eye sight.

As she saw me, she said, “Son!!! You are finally home?? I have been waiting for ages for you” with tears dripping down from her eyes.

I had no choice other than to pretend to be her son. It was the only way not to get caught and also that she deserves the presence of a person whom she thinks as her son, atleast for one night.

As we sat through, she served food, asked about many things on how and where I was and how I was doing and how lonely it was for her in the house for this long time. It was a wonderful chatter which I too greatly cherished. As I was putting her to bed, she insisted me on not to leave and atleast stay for the night. I slept in the other room.

Few hours later, there is a continuous knocking and banging on the front door. I opened the door. It’s the Police. I guess one the neighbours must have seen me sneaking into the house.

I wanted to play safe, I mentioned that I am not a theif and my mother is upstairs sleeping. The police searched the place. There was no woman in the house, it was blank empty. I shouted on top of my lungs that my mother is in the house but they didn’t listen. They dragged me out and put me in a vehicle while the neighbours in the street were watching. This is the 3rd time I am being caught in last few months.

As the vehicle left, neighbours in the surrounding gathered by to talk about what has actually happened. One of the guys came ahead and said,

“It was a patient from nearby mental asylum, he suffers from schizophrenia and he ran from the asylum already 2 times itseems. Not sure what he was doing in the empty house. Good thing the ward boys from the asylum were able to trace him and took him back in that ambulance vehicle”.