The Haunted Teddy Bear

When I was born I was given a teddy bear by my uncle. I’d remember when I was living at my uncle’s house since I was 3. Since then I have been behind bars with my teddy bear still in hands. The police thought I murdered my uncle, but that was not true. I was in the living room when my uncle died in the kitchen. My uncle was in the top 10 evil criminals in the world. I had floated to my uncle and the teddy bear moved his hand to the knife. In a blink of an eye I killed him.

The police took me away and I was behind bars. In the middle of the night, exactly at 12, a police officer was killed and every time I was holding a different weapon. Even when the Chief of the police officers locked up every cabinet full of weapons somehow I still was holding one. From a knife to a sheriff’s gun, every person started to get killed.

One day, I opened my beloved teddy bear with its zipper. Slowly, a black mist flew out and somehow I went through bars. Slowly, I followed the mist and it reached a prisoner. When it all went into its body the eyes slowly turned into my uncle’s eye color—dark red pupils surrounded by black.

That’s when it struck me. My uncle put the black mist in the teddy bear to turn me into him. I went to a police officer and told him the news. He didn’t believe me until I showed him the eyes were the same as my uncle’s. He let me out and handled the situation.

I ended up in my uncle’s house but all the black mist was gone, and me and my teddy bear were safe and sound. No one was like my uncle ever again.