So I started doing a new job that by definition is called “picking”. I go look for vintage collectible items and resell them. So I found this teddy bear in one of my expeditions, the teddy bear was found in a box full of 1960s Ginny dolls, actually they were all beheaded and weird looking. The bear didn’t look that it had much value since it looked homemade, but I couldn’t bring myself to throw it away. I have a display inside my house of all the cool antiques/vintage toys I find. So I put it inside my house, just so I can get to it sooner and research it. Later that night I just kept hearing noises coming from downstairs, like some kind of pounding. I am a light sleeper, so anything startles me when I am half of sleep. My eyes lightly close, Oh! I heard a little kid running; sounded more like little footsteps. I get up and go downstairs. The bear was in a different place, looking straight at me with those damn marble eyes. “Maybe Kast moved it” I was thinking, So I just left it there and went back to sleep. My eyes lightly close, falling into a deep trance, BANG! I hear the sound of glass breaking. I quietly jump out of bed, go downstairs and see my lenox vase was destroy. Ok now, maybe it just fell from the shelf. I notice that the teddy bear was not on the table and it was back in my display. Now I was really freaked out! I ran upstairs close the door, Turned on the computer and watch movies all night. I felt if I was fully awake it couldn’t scare me. Kept hearing noises and it my head I kept telling myself it just nothing, nothing, and slowly was i falling asleep. I heard little footstep coming up the stairs; I kept saying to myself it’s nothing, it’s nothing. I a little soft knock on my door, I look with opened wide eyes. I get up slowly, making my floor squeak as I walk to the door; I opened it slowly. No one was there, I quickly close the door. I run and get under the sheets. My heart is racing so fast, that I can feel the bed stomp, and shake. Wait, the bed is shaking, the bed is shaking, like a mini earthquake. In that instant I feel like I am going to pass out from my heart going so fast. The bed is shaking like earthquake, but yet nothing around the room is moving! Ok, I close my eyes in total fear and pray “Please God Make it stop.” The bed stops shaking, then I hear the door opened and slam! I just lay there facing away from the door. The sun comes out, I am so sleepy and tired. I walk downstairs at 6am, look at the teddy, I quickly grab him and throw in a box and put him in storage in the garage. I still couldn’t bring my self to throw it away. A couple of weeks went by, and I sitting in the garage storing new merchandise for ebay. I saw teddy again and thought “hummm maybe I should put him on ebay”. So I took a picture of him and listed teddy on ebay. Of course I didn’t tell this story on the description, people would think I am some sort of nut. I put him back in the box and back to the garage, until someone he gets sent to another home in hopes he finds what he wants. At least that’s what I feel it wants.
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