sisisioge:
And check that an unauthorized person doesnt have your keys. It has happened to me before.

nonk:
Hi guys I don't know if anyone can be of help,Things disappear in my house all the time. I can't be certain that an otherworldly force is at work though....
PLEASE WHAT CAN I DO TO STOP IT

nonk:
Hi guys I don't know if anyone can be of help,Things disappear in my house all the time. I can't be certain that an otherworldly force is at work though....
PLEASE WHAT CAN I DO TO STOP IT

nonk:
Hi guys I don't know if anyone can be of help,Things disappear in my house all the time. I can't be certain that an otherworldly force is at work though....
PLEASE WHAT CAN I DO TO STOP IT

nonk:
Hi guys I don't know if anyone can be of help,Things disappear in my house all the time. I can't be certain that an otherworldly force is at work though....
PLEASE WHAT CAN I DO TO STOP IT

nonk:
Hi guys I don't know if anyone can be of help,Things disappear in my house all the time. I can't be certain that an otherworldly force is at work though....
PLEASE WHAT CAN I DO TO STOP IT

PlayMaker14:
Some pastor's will ask you when last you paid your Tithe....


Baba, your unemployed neighbor is just checking on you. Nothing serious.

chatinent:
I know a funny little man,
As quiet as a mouse,
Who does the mischief that is done
In everybody’s house!
There’s no one ever sees his face,
And yet we all agree
That every plate we break was cracked
By Mr. Nobody.

’Tis he who always tears out books,
Who leaves the door ajar,
He pulls the buttons from our shirts,
And scatters pins afar;
That squeaking door will always squeak,
For prithee, don’t you see,
We leave the oiling to be done
By Mr. Nobody.

He puts damp wood upon the fire
That kettles cannot boil;
His are the feet that bring in mud,
And all the carpets soil.
The papers always are mislaid;
Who had them last, but he?
There’s no one tosses them about
But Mr. Nobody.

The finger marks upon the door
By none of us are made;
We never leave the blinds unclosed,
To let the curtains fade.
The ink we never spill; the boots
That lying round you see
Are not our boots,—they all belong
To Mr. Nobody.

— Anonymous.

tellwisdom:
Person wey hear this one now, go think say he get property

deavicky:
that's how things disappear in my house too. I bought a T shirt last week, this morning that i want to wear it to work I couldn't find. But don't worry it will reappear when im really ready for it.

chatinent:
I know a funny little man,
As quiet as a mouse,
Who does the mischief that is done
In everybody’s house!
There’s no one ever sees his face,
And yet we all agree
That every plate we break was cracked
By Mr. Nobody.

’Tis he who always tears out books,
Who leaves the door ajar,
He pulls the buttons from our shirts,
And scatters pins afar;
That squeaking door will always squeak,
For prithee, don’t you see,
We leave the oiling to be done
By Mr. Nobody.

He puts damp wood upon the fire
That kettles cannot boil;
His are the feet that bring in mud,
And all the carpets soil.
The papers always are mislaid;
Who had them last, but he?
There’s no one tosses them about
But Mr. Nobody.

The finger marks upon the door
By none of us are made;
We never leave the blinds unclosed,
To let the curtains fade.
The ink we never spill; the boots
That lying round you see
Are not our boots,—they all belong
To Mr. Nobody.

— Anonymous.

Romanoff:
Bush baby o.

nonk:
Hi guys I don't know if anyone can be of help,Things disappear in my house all the time. I can't be certain that an otherworldly force is at work though....
PLEASE WHAT CAN I DO TO STOP IT

chatinent:
I know a funny little man,
As quiet as a mouse,
Who does the mischief that is done
In everybody’s house!
There’s no one ever sees his face,
And yet we all agree
That every plate we break was cracked
By Mr. Nobody.

’Tis he who always tears out books,
Who leaves the door ajar,
He pulls the buttons from our shirts,
And scatters pins afar;
That squeaking door will always squeak,
For prithee, don’t you see,
We leave the oiling to be done
By Mr. Nobody.

He puts damp wood upon the fire
That kettles cannot boil;
His are the feet that bring in mud,
And all the carpets soil.
The papers always are mislaid;
Who had them last, but he?
There’s no one tosses them about
But Mr. Nobody.

The finger marks upon the door
By none of us are made;
We never leave the blinds unclosed,
To let the curtains fade.
The ink we never spill; the boots
That lying round you see
Are not our boots,—they all belong
To Mr. Nobody.

— Anonymous.

socialmediaman:
No context given here. What’s your living situation? Do you live alone? What’s an example of one thing that disappeared, when last did you see it, who visited? tell us more bro

Larrykaysail:
buy spy camera in ur house , I use this in my hotel room in Nigeria when am out of the room , I have the one for my car too