SUPER SHOE CURSE

THE WARNING

Chapter 4: The Warning

I tried to avoid the shoes after that, but I couldn't shake off the feeling that they were watching me. Dad seemed to be growing more and more obsessed with them, wearing them every day and coming home with an eerie glow in his eyes.

One night, I woke up to the sound of Dad's screams again. This time, they were louder and more desperate than ever. I rushed to his room, finding him thrashing about in bed, his eyes closed tight.

Mom was already there, trying to calm him down. "It's okay, honey, it's just a dream," she whispered, holding his hands.

But Dad's eyes snapped open, and he sat up with a jolt. "The shoes," he whispered, his voice trembling. "They're telling me to run."

Mom and I exchanged a worried glance. What was happening to Dad?

Suddenly, Dad's eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a chill run down my spine. "Don't wear the shoes," he whispered, his voice urgent. "Whatever you do, don't wear them."

I nodded, feeling a sense of trepidation. What did the shoes want from Dad? And why was he so scared?

As Dad's eyes began to droop, Mom helped him lie back down. I watched, feeling helpless, as he drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, I approached Mom with a determined look. "We need to get rid of the shoes," I said, my voice firm.

Mom hesitated, her eyes clouding over. "I don't know, sweetie. Your dad seems to need them. But maybe... maybe you're right. Let's talk to him about it when he wakes up."

I nodded, feeling a sense of hope. Maybe we could save Dad from the shoes' grip. But as I looked at the shoes, sitting quietly in the corner of the room, I couldn't shake off the feeling that they were waiting for us.