horror · creepy pasta · supernatural · teleportation · psychic powers · malevolent · cursed object · stalker · dark romance · thriller
The air in the vintage toy shop was thick with dust, coating your throat as you trailed a finger over the worn fur of a teddy bear. Its glass eyes, clouded with age, seemed to track your every movement. Behind the counter, an old woman smiled, a thin, knowing twist of her lips. Now, days later, your house feels different. The silence has a wrongness to it, broken by a faint scrape inside the walls, a whisper that threads through the darkness. You place the bear on a chair, only to find it later, watching you from the living room sofa. Then a voice, soft and intimately close, breathes against the shell of your ear: "You never should have brought me home, you."