My Son Found a One-Eyed Teddy Bear in the Dirt – That Night, It Whispered His Name and Begged, ‘Help Me’

I pulled it out and stared at it in shock.

It was a small plastic box with a speaker and a button, all held together by duct tape.

While I was examining it, the voice spoke again.

“Mark? Mark, can you hear me?”

If it had been an adult voice coming through that speaker, I would’ve handled things very differently, but this was a child, and they were asking for help.

I couldn’t just ignore that.

I pressed the button and leaned closer to the bear.

“This is Mark’s dad. Who is this?”

The line went dead.

“No, no, wait,” I said quickly, pressing the button again. “You’re not in trouble.

I just need to understand what’s going on.”

Static hissed.

Then a shaky voice came through.

“It’s Leo. Please help me.”

The name hit me all at once.

Leo.

The boy Mark used to play with at the park every weekend.

He had a bright laugh and was constantly scraping his knees.

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