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Wiki Wednesday #231 - 銀河ハルコ / Haruko Ginga
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The Haunted Shoe, part three
"Cat got your tongue?"
I opened my eyes and looked over to the coffee table. There was the shoe. I... Was confused. If I was to believe it was a prank, I would need to believe that someone was currently in my house to place the shoe there.
The shoe contorted itself as it... Spoke?!
"It's not nice to throw gifts away!" It laughed. A shoe was laughing at me.
"Why." I stared at it. "Look, I'm sorry I threw you out, but I don't have a great aunt. Should I have taken you out into the world to find who you belonged to?"
A pair of eyes popped up. I wanted to throw up, but I kept my composure. The shoe tutted. "I... Didn't think this through. I wanted to haunt someone, but I had no idea how to do it."
"Are you the ghost of my nonexistent great aunt, stuck in a shoe?" I sat up.
"Yes."
I didn't expect that response. "Okay, what do you want me to do? Get a Ouija board and banish you to the shadow realm?"
"Well..." The shoe awkwardly rocked from side to side. "Do you have Netflix? I never finished Game of Thrones."
I laughed. "You don't want to finish it! Besides, why pick me of all people? I know you didn't pass away in this house because it's new construction."
The shoe huffed. "I don't know."
"How did you get that guy to deliver you? How did you put yourself in a box?" I rolled my eyes. "There are so many questions that you need to answer."
"Just give me the remote!" The voice deepened and became sinister. As I held up the remote, the laces shot up into the air and began waving from side to side. Sharpened fangs emerged from the hole.
I couldn't help myself. I laughed. Who would be afraid of a shoe?
That was the wrong reaction. It launched itself at me and latched onto my shoulder. It gnawed away as blood started to run down my shirt. I grabbed the remote and started beating the shoe until it let go, grabbing the remote with its laces in the process.
The teeth sank back into the shoe as it waddled to face the television. I watched as it turned it on and navigated through the Netflix app.
"My TV now." The shoe murmured. "I watch what I want and you leave me alone. If you don't like it, leave."
I slowly nodded and stood. I was woozy from blood loss and adrenaline, but I was still fully aware of how ridiculous the situation was. I wanted to grab the shoe and throw it out of the window, but I knew I was lucky it bit my shoulder and not my face. There was no way I was risking that again.
I went up the stairs to my room. I was just going to live with the shoe watching my television.
The End.
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