“I know where all the missing socks go.” A voice called, almost teasingly, from seemingly nowhere. I gasped and glanced around my room but I couldn’t find who was speaking. 

I was just picking out socks and when I couldn’t find a complete pair, I muttered to myself, “Where do all my missing socks go?” 

I hadn't expected a reply because I thought I was home alone so the mysterious voice startled me...