Yesterday I kept treading in this soaking wet patch just in front of the sink in our bathroom. I thought nothing of it. It's a bathroom, things get wet.
As I have the memory of a goldfish, I trod in this damn patch every time I went to the bathroom. And every time it was absolutely soaking.
Thing is, this wet patch is foot shaped. A perfect wet foot shape, complete with toes, on our bathroom carpet.
And it wasn't getting any drier.
Today, after I'd trodden in it again, I decided to ask Mum what the hell it was. She did the same as me - look at the ceiling to see if anything was leaking. Nope, nothing. I freak her out by saying that we have a one-legged ghost. She says that it's only a small footprint.
There's only one thing worse than a one-legged ghost, and that's the one-legged ghost of a child.