Write a 1-2 paragraph short story about a man who keeps losing socks. It should be relatively lighthearted, with a slightly dark twist.
Scott sticks his entire head into the dryer. Again? How does this keep happening? He briefly considers asking Megan but just as quickly decides against it. Why would she take a random sock and hide it? There had to be some other reason. It's not like someone is just taking them and eating them. He walks into the bedroom and stares at the pile of clothing, separates the socks and counts them again. Nine. He sinks into the bed on top of the clothes with a sigh. Isn't there some kind of explanation for this? There was that article a while back about this phenomenon, where people think socks "disappear" but in reality, they're misplaced, kicked under a bed, or even just dropped accidentally in a random area. That has to be it, right? Pushing himself up by his forearms, he finishes getting dressed and walks into the living room. But really, how would so many socks go missing? 

"Hey babe, have you ever read about the whole missing socks phenomenon?"

A moment passes, and a small, gray-skinned gremlin-like creature scampers impossibly out of a corner of the dryer. 

The foot-tall imp scrambles onto the bed, sniffing and snuffling at the socks. "Mmmm...Downy. Delicious." 

It scoops another sock into its gnarled hands and takes a bite, ripping the cloth away easily. It darts its head at the noise in the other room, greedily chewing for a second before scrambling back down and into the dryer. It seems to fold itself into the metal, squeezing through and into the innards of the machine. 

"A feast. A feast!" The creature can be heard softly celebrating his newly-found treasure.