"Nathan Edward Bledsoe, of the Bowery Bledsoes, a man once, a specter now. One of those myriad modern-day ghosts that haunt the reeking nights of the city in search of a flop, a handout, a glass of forgetfulness. Nate doesn't know it but his search is about to end, because those shiny new shoes are going to carry him right into the capital of the Twilight Zone."
Bledsoe puts on a pair of expensive shoes he took off of a dead gangster and is suddenly possessed by the ghost of the gangster. The ghost is seeking revenge and soon locates his killer. He attempts to gun the man down, but is instead gunned down himself. Before Bledsoe dies, the spirit vows to keep returning until he succeeds in killing his murderer. A tramp comes along, and thinking Bledsoe is asleep, takes his shoes."There's an old saying that goes, 'If the shoe fits, wear it.' But be careful. If you happen to find a pair of size nine black-and-gray loafers, made to order in the old country, be very careful - you might walk right into the Twilight Zone."