Below is a photo of a pair of leather slippers.  To many people, they may look like any normal footwear – but do not be deceived.  I truly believe that they are possessed!  You might laugh or mock, thinking that I am mad – but I swear the damn things are out to kill me and my fiance!

It first started when we moved into our Yorkshire mid terraced house, which happens to be haunted by a resident ghost.  The “man” slippers belong to my fiance, who is extremely tidy (more so than myself).  When he is not wearing them, he will put them in a place out of harms way.  However, on many an occasion, the slippers seem to materialise out of no-where to trip me up!  They have waited to trip me up as I’ve come down the stairs; they have tripped me up in the lounge; they have even ambushed me and tripped me up in the kitchen.

Every time I have tripped over them, my fiance has found it highly amusing and laughed  heartily, believing my accidents to be down to my own clumsiness.  This has continued for several years, and the slippers are becoming even more cunning and devious than ever.  However, rather than continue to “attack” myself, they now appear to have turned their attention to my fiance.

Over the past few weeks, he has also started to trip over the slippers several times.  Despite tucking the slippers under the table, they somehow end up in the middle of a doorway, or in the middle of the lounge.  The worst incidence happened just in the last weekend.  Whilst stepping out the back door, one of the slippers had a mind of it’s own and decided to “cling” to the doorstep.  My poor fiance ended up doing a swallow dive out the back door, down two steps, landing face first on our concrete back yard.

Even tonight as I write this article, the slippers have struck again.  I watched my fiance place his slippers under a dining room chair.  Whilst he sat down on our sofa, I nipped into the kitchen to grab a drink.  In the 2 minutes that I had been in the kitchen, as I walked into the lounge – the slippers were lying in wait for me, almost in the middle of the lounge!  This time I foiled them though and moved them back under the chair.

I’m hoping now that the slippers know that we are onto them, that they will cease their heinous activities.  If not, perhaps we’ll have to have them exorcised.  I realise that all footwear has a sole, but these slippers have a different type of soul!  They surely are the Devil’s slippers!