The Stuffed Bunny

The Stuffed Bunny

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Stacy's parents had given her a stuffed bunny when she was 2 years old. Stacy would always play with the stuffed bunny. For her Birthday every year the only thing she wanted was for the stuffed bunny to be washed. She took good care of the stuffed bunny, she never let it out of her sight. One night the stuffed bunny squirmed out of Stacy's arms and ran to her parents room. The stuffed bunny got a key and unlocked a box. The box was filled with the stuffed bunny's stuff. Stacy's parents knew the stuffed bunny was cursed so they hid all of its stuff in the box. Stacy woke up and saw the bunny was missing so she went to find it. She looked in every room but her parents. When she went in there she was shocked at what she had seen.
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Something didn't feel right. I looked around my room slowly; cautiously; taking everything in and trying not to feel too nervous. Perhaps Lure was in my room right now, watching me, silently laughing to himself. I didn't doubt it. I slipped off my bed and walked around, hugging my waist, and tilted my head. I felt my rough ponytail slide against the back of my neck and over my shoulder as I moved. "Lure?" I hissed, "Lure, are you there?" I wandered around a little, for some reason feeling scared. But why? It was only Lure. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? "Okay, Lure. Quit it. I know it's you. Who else would it-" I stopped, startled, when I heard a strange sound that made me cringe. It was like fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard. I whipped around and came face-to-face with my mirror. Immediately, I saw the difference. Various scratches were displayed across the glass, forming words. It looked as if claws had written the words in the mirror. "Deepest apologies, but it was fun." (All credit goes to my sister, who wrote this when she was in the twelfth grade)

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