Clutching the large eared, light brown bear in my shivering cold hands, I glance over her. It was one of those bears with hair, long soft golden hair, actually much like my own, only styled differently. The two articles I had printed up earlier from the basement printer lay scattered on three light pink pages, settling on the brown bathroom counter. The golden haired brown bear stares up at me with black innocent eyes, like it wasn't aware of what I was about to do. I lift the sharp knife- one of the few objects before me- and place it right above it's nonexistent heart. I say, "Little brown bear with long golden straight hair, I dub your name to be Teddie." The soft look in the bear's eyes changes slightly, but I couldn't quite place it, sadder maybe. It was a look I decide best to ignore.
After digging the knife into the soft fabric, from the heart to the belly button, I place down the glimmering knife next to the bear. The bear was actually quite large, a little bigger than my head. I plunge my hand into her chocolate furred stomach, thinking of someone gutting an animal after the slaughter. The horrid thought makes me shiver. Might as well get this over with, the time of three was nearing with each passing. Pulling the stuffing out of Teddie, I let it drop to the floor, leaving a big fluffy mess, looking much like snow. The deflated bear seems to frown. The frown lightens some as I start to fill it with rice, but twists back into a disproving glare when I add four of my fingernail clippings. Once Teddie is filled, I place her down and raise the red thread and needle to eye level, humming a song as I thread the needle. Starting to sew the bear closed, I wrap the extra thread around the her furry stomach.
I glance at my blue watch, lighting up the screen to see the numbers. It's three. Good. I hold Teddie over the water, she looks surprisingly small in my hands. "For the first game I am Wish, and I am going to be it." I say this three times. The glint in Teddie's eyes seems.. odd. My hands release the bear, and it plummets into the water with a loud splash. The bear seems to just barely able to endure with the deed I am committing. I leave the bathroom shakily, turning off all the lights. I glance at the TV, and decide it would make the experience much better to leave it on. The station changes to static, like it was on cue. I pause, close my eyes, and list off numbers until I reach ten. My hand tightens on the handle of the silver knife I had taken with me from Teddie's room. I return upstairs. Teddie is there, watching me sadly. Her expression scares me. I pick her up, saying, "I found Teddie," and proceed to cut her, once across the cheek, and various other parts of her body. Then I place her back into the water. Her eyes.. they've changed. They look as if she's ready to find and kill me.
"Okay, now Teddie is it.*" I leave the room, closing the door. Then, quickly and quietly as I could, I ran to my mother's closet. I wait there. I hear nothing, which unsettles me more than I think if I where to hear something. The darkness of the closet is sending shivers down my back. But I wasn't tired- I had made sure to take a nap earlier so I wouldn't be. The TV goes silent, and I stifle a scream. Mom's door opens, with a bang, quite surprising for a little bear. I'm fingering around for the water. The TV turns on again, and startled, I knock the cup over, leaving me sitting there, covered in saltwater, with no way to escape or to stop the game. Footsteps sound outside, and then stop. I wait several minutes before sighing in relief. I think.. Teddie has left. A bang rattles the door, and in the faint darkness I hear the knife connect with the wood. A voice, disorientated, drifts though the newly made hole.
"Hehe. Wish, are you in there? I can hear you shiver." The temperature drops. "Do you think that I can forgive you for stabbing me so full of holes? Let me do the same.." The door opens, and I see her, standing in the door way. One of the articles had said.. Some people recommend using pencil to stab the doll. Why? Because the doll will stab you in the same way with the weapon you stabbed him.
Wait.. No... Teddie comes closer, and I feel the knife slash my cheek. Then, she places the dagger above my heart. Wait....
*In Japanese the word for "it" in hide and seek and tag is "oni" or "devil". So it would be, "Okay, now Teddie is the devil."