my ghost story

a short story of a true event in my life

I once lived in a home where there were ledges everywhere. To elaborate, there were portions of the wall that came down about 3 to 4 feet from the celing, and 2 to 3 feet out from the rest of the wall. Some homes have these sorts of things across the top of their kitchen cabinets for decoration. We had them along the main hallway, as well as in the front room and living room. I also had one in my bedroom. It was a larger wider stronger ledge though. In my room that piece of plaster held 9 year old me along with my 8 year old brother Ryan and several dolls. My mom didn't like the idea of my brother and I scampering around on the thin layer of wall for fear that we could fall through causing damage not only to the house but to ourselves. She made sure we came first in importance. "Here, take this phone, but remember, it is replaceable you are not.... Now you're driving, remember don't drink and drive. I can ground you for a day, but police and a dead body can ground you for life." She would never hurt me or talk down to me, my mom and I even shared a rare bond of communication almost as friends on the same level. Well one day when I was little, very little, I cant even remember when... my mom gave me a stuffed bear. It had 5 phrases that it would say if you squished its hand and it would growl playfully if you squeezed its tummy. The bear was cute and came from my favorite tv show, "little bear"!! However, as much as I loved him, times do change and over the years he got tossed in my closet or around from one side of my room to another. One day soon after I began to outgrow the bear, I grew into cleaning my own room, without throwing a fit. in the process I threw plenty of knick knacks and junk up on that ledge, pencils flew, remotes, hair ties, stuffed animals, yes even little bear. Later that night after a full day of relaxing with my friends, I began to doze off, with a clean room and the bear up on my ledge. When I came to regain concisousness in the morning, I stepped out of bed and onto an old friend. "hi im your little bear, what are we going to do today?" was the sound that bellowed from the doll and echoed down the empty morning halls. I thought nothing significant of the bear at the time being on my floor again. maybe it had fallen, maybe it had been knocked or drug down by a cat.. who knows. Several nights later a same scenario arrives For weeks I was faced with the scenario. One day I opened its Velcro back to remove the battery pack and replace the batteries.... the batteries had exploded or at least began leaking inside, and shriveled and dented as though great heat go to them. This is the story of my demon teddy bear, whom I do not trust to care for me when I have nightmares.

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Author's Note

this is about 85-90% true