My Teddy
It all started off innocently enough. A lonely bear in a second-hand shop, and an insecure college student trying to find comfort in a brand new place.
To be fair, I wasn’t looking to purchase the small, white bear with the checkered bow tie, but he called to me, and I simply had to have him.
I named him Owen, and happily brought him home with me. I hoped he’d liven up the dingy, white-walled apartment a little bit.
It felt silly, but I started talking to Owen a lot. I told him about my days, the good and bad going on in my life, and I’d even bring him over to the computer to help me study.
It seemed to me, the more I talked to him, the more he listened.
It started small, missing keys appearing out of nowhere, soft lullabies in the dark, and annoying friends keeping their distance. I just thought I was getting more comfortable in my new home.
I was wrong.
Dead wrong.
I told Owen of a particularly bad day in class. I’d failed a major exam, and my professor said they’d make sure I’d repeat the class, even if I got my grades up. I was terrified, and cried into Owen’s plush fur.
Owen was on the nightstand when I switched off the light. When I woke up, he was gone.
I’d probably left him somewhere else and forgotten. I’d find him after class.
Stranger still, my professor was absent from class that morning.
It was just one of those days.
After class, I came home, turned on my computer, and my jaw dropped. My professor had been attacked!
I heard a laugh, turned around, and saw Owen sitting in the middle of the floor, his white fur tinged red.
I screamed as his eyes glowed red. I’d given him a taste for blood, and I was next!
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