Here's my participation....
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I have been watching the new neighbours ever since they moved in three months ago. They were quietly mysterious. No one knew anything about them and that creeps me out 

I want to get to know them. I want to find out what makes them tick and perhaps make a friend or two with their children. As an only child, I'm bored being by myself all day long. 

I watched them for another month and yet nothing to write home about. I won't take nothing for an answer. I think it's time I put on my curiosity cap and do something mischievous 😂.

So I waited till it was dark and then I sneak walked into their home. I picked the locks easily and went in quietly. The room was dark but I brought a mini flashlight. 


I wanted to leave my mark yet keep it friendly. I'm no burglar. I'm just a curious cat....a lonely curious cat.

Moving on, I tiptoed through their living room, my eyes sharply prying to catch a glimpse of something that could be used against them...but there was nothing.

The space was tidy, with pictures hung neatly on the wall. I could see their family photo. A man, his wife and their three adorable kids. One should be around my age.

Then a thought struck me. "I could leave gifts for them as a token of my sincerity". I smiled feeling the surge of seratonin flow through my veins.


I put my hands in my pocket and brought out some cash which I kept right in the middle of their table and a short note that read...

>"From your unknown friend".

I sneaked out quickly to avoid being discovered and as I walked back to my home, I smiled at my mischievousness.

If I were a secret giver, I would choose the hospitals to sneak into the rooms of the sick and I would pass my hand through each one of them to heal them and thus end the suffering of those people that the pain does not leave them neither day nor night. I would be a secret giver of health, exchanging pain for health, it should be noted that the improvement would bring happiness and tranquility for the whole family.

I consider that those who are sick, are weak, are not self-sufficient and taking advantage of the power of being a secret giver of health, I would feel happy to see them healthy and doing their normal life.

I was dying to know who this person was and why they did this every year, particularly during the fourth week of May. Nick said he was the hostel head of Hall 45, but that didn't seem to fit the mysterious actions. It had become a tradition for me to sneak into my hostel mates' bunks and drop off gift items during this time. My birthday always fell within this period, and I loved sharing it with everyone around me. Keeping such secrets wasn't easy, and carrying out the surprise visits wasn't without its challenges. However, I was glad that I had managed to keep it going for the past four years, and I wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon. The thrill and joy it brought to my fellow students made it all worthwhile.

I still don't know what or who he was, what his name was, or where he got his powers from. What I do know is that everything changed overnight for me.

Everything in my life was going very wrong; nothing was going right, no matter how much effort or sacrifice I made. Nothing, everything was going downhill. I didn't have a job, I was alone, even my dog had abandoned me for no apparent reason. I was depressed, unmotivated, hungry... I didn't even bathe anymore.

It all happened one Saturday night when I was lying face up in bed, starved, tired, and with very negative thoughts. I had already lost my will to live.  Suddenly, he appeared...or so, I can't even remember his form, although I do remember his calm, deep voice as he told me...

>If you want, everything will change starting today. Everything you set your mind to will be achieved, your life will improve unimaginably. You will recover everything you once had, you will be happy again...

I had been completely speechless with that presence and those words.

>It's very simple...

He continued, in the face of my silence.

>All you have to do is dedicate the rest of your life to doing good to others by being a thief, but not a traditional thief, but a thief in reverse. Instead of stealing, you will leave gifts. The gifts will be your source of power and, at the same time, they will be your power. The gift you choose will be able to absorb all the negative aspects you consider to be in the place you leave it and, at the same time, will provide happiness, satisfaction, and good vibes to the family who receives it, as the negative aspect you determined will be eliminated and replaced by its complete opposite.  The success of the gift and its effective use will translate into double your prosperity and a source of power so you can continue creating gifts to leave in every house you choose to visit after sneaking into it unseen.

I nodded, speechless, and I was overcome with amazement that completely paralyzed me. I couldn't even think or analyze how I would do it.

I only know that from the next day on, I woke up with incredible energy and skills I didn't know I had. Every time I passed by a house that needed "my reverse burglar services," a higher power told me that was the place, and I automatically came home to build the strangest artifacts I had ever seen, always in a different but common form that would fit that home where I would enter, not to steal, but to leave.  Although in a way I stole, yes, I stole the negative, recycled it without knowing how, and converted it into positive energy for myself and for the objectives of my reverse robbery.

The first thing I built, without really knowing how, was a music box that absorbed domestic violence and replaced it with love. That's how I saved the first family, and then the second with a guitar whose sound, whatever it was, attracted optimism and banished pessimism, and the third with a simple door that granted willpower to those whose will was broken.

And so, each family had a different problem, and my energies created an object that transformed everything into its opposite.

My life changed, and so did the life of my city. I became the only good thief in the world, a reverse thief who stole badly and left the good behind.

Human beings are obsessed with the unknown. The pleasure of novelty is something that fills part of their existence. Finding something practically impossible or having access to unique areas is something that fills the gaps left by existence. As simple as it may seem, the surprise of the unexpected is something that feeds the being.

I aim to change the world, at least part of it. Sneak into the house of the other people ended up becoming a personal hobby. Over time, I ended up calling myself a reverse thief. Instead of stealing items, I give people mysterious chests, each with a padlock with a 5-digit password, something that will make people dedicate a lot of their time. You might even think that they might break, but I left a mark on the outside with the following sentence: **this is a sensitive item, avoid strong blows so it doesn't break.** Curiosity will be the trigger for an unexpected and unprecedented activity. The victorious ones who open such an item will have access to a "treasure map." An endless journey into the unknown that will take them to a random place without any relevance. Anger may be the feeling at such a moment, however, knowing that the journeys may not bring fruits is also a learning experience.

**Why do I do this? So that people learn that nothing is free, everything requires effort and dedication and even then there is no guarantee of achieving wealth.**

Ever since Katie joined our school, she has drawn all attention to herself. It's annoying how I'm no longer the center of attraction. The worst part is that she doesn't seem to care about the attention. 

Katie keeps to herself, has no friends, and talks to no one. yet whenever she walks past, all attention goes to her, and it makes me want to strangle her.

There's this special scarf that I noticed she doesn't do without. She uses it to cover her face, what could she be hiding. I thought of teaching her a lesson by stealing the scars from her, so I sneaked into her room at night, made my way quietly and found her asleep, I carefully unwrap the scarf and was shocked to discover a terrifying scar on her left cheek. 

Now I understood why she was always distant, keeps to herself and always hide her face, I felt so sad for her and decided to leave her a gift she would cherish all her life, a beauty cream that would make the scar dissappear forever so that Katie can her life back.

I left the gift on her drawer with a note and quietly exited. 

Congratulations to us all🎉🎉. Thank you for the support 🙏. Heres this week's entry;

I don't like throwing parties for my birthdays, but as a custom, I express love to others on that day.  I sneek into several people's homes I had put down on my list to help them monetarily and with provisions.

Most of them are widows who are suffering to provide basic needs for their children.  I left an envelope with money and a basket full of food at each home. 

I also left a note.  In the anonymous note, I explain that I have seen their efforts and attempt to encourage them to continue to be strong and be excellent parents to their children.

@babygirl888 @bipolar95 @beckyroyal, how mischievous can you be? You need to jump in on this contest.