Socks

"Oh my god!! I can't physically put any other clothes on unless I have my socks on!!" A girl tittered loudly in the school corridor.

Interesting...

That night I snuck to her house, climbed up the wall and in through her window. She was sleeping peacefully, mouth wide open with a line of saliva oozing from it.
She was wearing pyjamas and... socks.
Carefully, so as not to wake her I conducted a thorough search of the room, tracking down and stealing every sock in there, my crowning triumph was slipping the final pair right off her feet.
I climbed back out of the window and into a nearby tree, watching... waiting.

About 5 hours later her alarm went off, she rose and did not seem to notice the missing socks. Grabbing a towel, she wandered into the bathroom. I would not have to wait much longer.

Now, she was out of the bathroom, cocooned in a towel and heading for her drawers; she opened one and gasped.
"WHERE ARE MY SOCKS?!" The scream came, animalistic and desperate.
Cackling quietly to myself I watched her grab a pair of jeans, hardly able to see them through the tears in her eyes and tried desperately to pull them on. It was not use, her feet would not go into them. She screamed and tugged, thrashing about on her bed, but it was no use. I had won.