A Stitched frown

"Who are you-?! No! What are you!?" I whimpered

The thing sitting on my dresser just stared at me still having that same creepy stitched frown on its face. I blinked and it was gone, the open window the only thing that said it was here. I slid out of bed and onto the cold floor. I walked over to the dresser and light draft flung a piece of paper off the dresser revealing a little symbol that would probably be over looked.

I walked over to the window and looked out over to the forest.

"Who are you?" I whispered into the wind.