Shoes with a soul

“Don’t hit me. I’m your friend…”

Stella sounded desperate, but at the same time, her hands were around Murphy’s neck, trying to strangulate him. The remaining four were trying to separate them.

“What kind of monster friend are you, Stella? You’re killing him.”

“No. I don’t want to.” She was now sobbing.

The innkeeper’s stern face appeared in the doorway.

“I’d warned you to stay away from the white shoes. Once you get in those, you walk in somebody else’s shoes with a soul. You are now driven ….”

They tried hard, but couldn’t pull Stella out of the shoes.

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