I don't know if this even fits my own thread gaf. I'm really freaking out. I just finished moving today, celebrated by buying a six pack of klondike bars. I ate one and left the apartment for less than 3 hours. They're all gone, the packaging is gone, the wrappers are gone.
I even shared the one I ate with family, so I didn't hallucinate buying them. I don't know whats happening.
The wheat thins box is empty too, and my favorite shirt has somehow vanished off the face of the earth.
The apartment has three entrances, all of which were locked, and is down the hill from another house that has a metal gate you have to go through to get to it.
I may be officially losing my mind.