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

But he’d stopped showing up a few months ago.

Mark had asked about him once or twice, then stopped asking.

I’d assumed they’d moved or switched parks.

“Leo, are you safe right now?”

But Leo didn’t reply.

The static hissed for a few seconds, then went quiet. I pressed the button once more.

Nothing.

I sat at the kitchen table for hours afterward, staring at the bear, and wondering if Leo was okay.

In the morning, Mark padded into the kitchen in his socks, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

“Where’s Bear?” he asked immediately.

Mark climbed onto his chair, legs swinging. He watched me closely.

“Do you remember Leo?” I asked.

His face lit up.

“From the park?”

“Yeah. Did he seem… different the last time you two played together?”

Mark frowned. “He didn’t want to play tag.

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