The Boy in the Blue Robe

April 5, 2026

by Shanelle

1 min read

Story Premise 1 min read (164 words)

"My grandmother once shared a memory from when my father was a boy. They lived in an old house with a long hallway leading to the bedrooms. Every night, my father would follow the same pattern. He would take a shower, dry off with his favorite blue robe, and walk down the hall to get […]"

My grandmother once shared a memory from when my father was a boy. They lived in an old house with a long hallway leading to the bedrooms. Every night, my father would follow the same pattern. He would take a shower, dry off with his favorite blue robe, and walk down the hall to get dressed.

One evening, she saw him leave the bathroom wrapped in that blue robe and head towards his room. A moment later, she noticed he had left the shower running. She stepped inside to turn the water off.

Just as she did, she heard a call from the shower stall behind the curtain. “Mom, can you bring me a dry robe?” It was my father’s voice. She pulled the curtain back and found him still in the shower, dripping wet. He had not left at all. He simply asked for his robe, having no idea she had just seen someone who looked just like him walk down the hall.

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