My Spontaneous Writing

I Don't Sleep With Stuffed Animals Anymore ("horror" fiction)

I have been surrounded by stuffed animals and dolls my entire life. My mom is a toy collector and my dad is a toy maker. I used to have so many stuffed animals on my bed, they could be my blanket. However after recent happenings, I can't stand being around stuffed animals in particular.

I am 19 years old and a freshman in college. I had just finished my first semester of college and I went home to stay with my parents for the holidays. The holidays with my family are usually very calm. Not much family comes to our home and we don't visit family until the week after Christmas.So I don't bore you with unnecessary Christmas stories, I am going to cut straight to when things get kinda creepy.

I had recieved a new teddy bear my dad had made for me on Christmas. That night I went to sleep with it in my arms in my old bedroom. The next morning I woke up and noticed it wasn't in my arms anymore. I am used to this because I am a very restless sleeper. So I naturally I check around the edge of the bed. It wasn't there. I look up and find it all the way on the other side of my room in a corner. It was weird but I assumed I threw it in my sleep.

I took it from the corner and placed it back on my bed after I made it. My parents and I went out to my cousins' house for the a "second Christmas". I came home late and went straight to my room to get ready for bed. I flick the light on and flop onto my bed. That bear I had left in the middle of the bed was not under my back like I expected. I instead found it in the same darn corner as that morning! This was now officially creepy and confusing. I was certain I had gently placed in the middle of ny bed after I made my bed! However I was to tired to give a flying buttress, I just went through my nightly routine and was out like a light cuddling the bear.

I wake up the next morning and the bear was gone again. It was in that corner again! This was to weird to keep brushing off. I told my parents and they were as confused as I was. They recommended I keep it on my dest to avoid being thrown while I slept. That day I spent at home watching TV with Mom and Dad.

It was on my desk when I shut my eyes and in the corner in the morning. I couldn't stand this anymore. I placed it on the desk and set up a camcorder to record it while I slept. I went to bed but woke up later to a clatter. The camcorder was broken on the floor and the bear was standing on my desk chair. I had had enough of that and I threw the ear in a box and taped it shut. I am not opening it again and not sleeping with teddy bears again.