Winnie all you want

Chapter 1 - The Bear

Christopher. The darkness follows him around every corner until he is found by the beast that lingered in his storybook. He turns the final page, revealing a phrase that coated both papers, with words written in what seems like blood..."Oh, Bother"

  As he closes the book, his face still imprinted with shock, he turns around to see not one, not two, but three pots filled to the brim with a gold like glossy substance.  He walks over to the 3 pots, curious about the mystery liquid. He dips in one finger, it seemed safe. One single sniff ignited something from deep within the corners of his mind. Honey. He licks his finger, there is no way his accusations could be wrong. He staggers up in fear as footsteps trail closer to him... 

Down the hallway, the very same hallway he had came through only just a minute ago, a distant sound could be heard, there was no mistaking, this is a sound he had heard before. Shivers run down his spine as the sound becomes less distant.... louder..... clearer. His mind starts to draw a blank and the only thing he can remember is that dreadful sound, that sound, the sound of soft material stuffed with even softer material, the unbearable soft padding sound as it hits the ground, again and again..... and again each time, coming closer and closer.  

 He wishes to hide, but there is nowhere to do so. The only place he has is beneath his old, wooden bed. Christopher leaps up and dashes to the desired side of the bedroom, leaving the book on the floor behind him. His curtains fluttered, letting minimal moonlight in through the room's dust ridden windows. He lays down on his stomach, sliding within the darkness of the underneath found under where he should be resting. The light rubbing of soft materials grew nearer, close to the child's unlocked bedroom door...  

As his mind finally catches up to the situation and the initial paralyzing effects of his deep fear start to fade, he comes to the realization of something. Unbelievable, how could he have forgotten. But it was too late. Two slightly worn soft fuzzy knobs reach under the dusty bed, in a stroke of moonlight that reaches just over a small part of one of the fuzzy knobs Christopher can make out the yellow-brown like color of the soft fur that coats this creature. Christopher knows it's too late, he gives up, throws in the towel. As he closes his eyes, he suddenly wakes up in the same exact bed he was hiding under just a moment ago and quickly realizes it was just a bad dream...