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A thief's dream

by George Gkoutzouvalos about a month ago in paranormal

When a thief is a saint, but we don't know it

He broke into a house to find something to steal.

It was after midnight, and everyone was sleeping in the house. It was a small, old, single-storey detached house in a poor area of the city.

He kept quiet, and nobody noticed him entering the house, so he had enough time to search every possible corner where the house owners could hide any cash or valuables.

Unfortunately, after some time of searching around quietly and carefully like a cat, he didn’t manage to find anything of value.

He wasn’t lucky this time.

In fact, he could have predicted that his search would be fruitless by just looking at the exterior of the house; this was certainly not a place for a wealthy person to live, but rather the humble home of an honest family fighting hard to earn a living every single day.

He was so tired that he could barely stand on his feet. He couldn’t remember when it was the last time that he had a decent meal, and his stomach reminded him that it was empty.

He quit searching around for something valuable or cash to steal, and instead, he went to the kitchen to find something to eat.

He had a few bites of bread with some cheese, and that was enough; he couldn’t eat anymore, although his stomach was still empty.

He looked around.

Although it was obvious that the owners of the house were poor, it was very clean and decorated with a few cheap but decent pieces of furniture. It reminded him of his mother and how clean she was keeping her own house.

Then, he lied down on a sofa that he found, and fell asleep straightaway.

He even had a dream.

He dreamed that he had returned to his own home, and every member of his family was around smiling at him and feeling happy because he was back.

His mother had cooked a delicious meal to show her love and happiness for seeing him again after so long; she wanted to make him feel as welcome and comfortable as possible, feeling literally at home.

And then, she served him a big portion of roast chicken with potatoes and a nice fresh salad for him to enjoy and satisfy his hunger, and…

Somebody was pushing him hard on the shoulder to wake him up, while another person was telling something to him that he couldn’t understand because he was still dreaming and hadn’t actually woken up.

After a few moments, he managed to open his eyes, and saw those two men and a woman looking at him. One of the men was a policeman and the other one was the woman’s son, whom she had called to tell him that a stranger was sleeping on her sofa.

He didn’t know how long he had slept, but he realized it was morning.

The policeman grabbed him by the arm and made him stand up. The poor old woman was still staring at him. He had not stolen anything, because there was nothing of value to steal in the house, but she had noticed that he had eaten some bread and cheese.

Perhaps she started feeling sorry for the thief. After all, he was the same age with her son, more or less.

And then, the strangest thing happened, that nobody could ever imagine that could happen.

The woman had a picture with Jesus on the cross between the two thieves.

Believe it or not, the soul of the thief of our story came out of his body, like a spirit, moved in the direction of the picture of Jesus, and entered the body of one of the thieves!

The thief in the room was now lying dead on the sofa.

The policeman, the woman, and her son were left speechless, with their faces white from fear and awe, as a result of this hair-raising experience.

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Hi,

I have written articles for various websites, such as Helium, Hubpages, Medium, and many more.

Currently, I work as a translator. I have studied Tourism Management at college.

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