Ghost Shoe

September 12, 2026

by Jefferey

2 min read

Story Premise 2 min read (245 words)

"In about 2003, I was sitting in my room, doing homework, and talking on the phone with my best friend. I heard someone knocking on my door and I looked out, but no one was there. I left my door open and stared at it. A few minutes later, I saw a transparent sneaker. It […]"

In about 2003, I was sitting in my room, doing homework, and talking on the phone with my best friend. I heard someone knocking on my door and I looked out, but no one was there. I left my door open and stared at it. A few minutes later, I saw a transparent sneaker. It was really weird and only had a leg attached to it.

Ever since then, we have taken pictures with orange streaks of light in my parents room. Sometimes, I hear scratching on my window at night. And when I’m by myself, I see stuff run across the living room. It happened a number of times and still freaks me out. And every time I watch a scary movie, I see the sneaker and severed leg. I see streaks of light fleet across my room, kitchen, and living room.

My house get cold and eerie at night time and one time, I was outside and I saw a transparent tiger jump out of my tree. And sometimes, when my dad takes a shower, like today, the water gets cold, hot, cold, hot, cold hot. And keeps doing that. It freaks me out.

And sometimes I see something over my shoulder when I look in the mirror. It scares me. My house is haunted! My brother always is looking at the spot where I see the ghost. He cries and clenches onto me and my dad. I see it all the time now.

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