Sad and scary stories

You never know what will happen... Things come and out! Don’t make enemy’s, get weird/scary things and never do bad things and you’re okay.

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36. Stuffed Animals

Ben was six years old when kindergarten began. A fact that he wore with pride.

At this point, all of his classmates were still only five, and he looked down upon them and their puny inadequacy. Which, when put like that sounded unbelievably selfish, but when placed in the context of a kindergartener’s mind was instead adorable. 

So on that first day Ben sauntered through those front doors, his gait jovial and his head high. Donning his favorite Superman t-shirt and Batman backpack, displayed for the entire hallway to gaze upon in envy. 

Again, it was cute for a six-year-old. 

Ben entered his classroom and found an empty table to sit at. Around him, parents took pictures and consoled their crying children. He chuckled to himself; five-year-olds were such babies. But not him. Ben was six, and in his mind, practically a grown-up. He didn't need his parents. He was fine on his own. 

Suddenly, he felt a presence beside him, and he turned around to see what had disrupted his self-righteousness. What he found was a little girl, seated in the chair at his right, posture straight and her hands in her lap. Her head poured over a vibrant blonde stream of hair, and her smile shone just as bright. 

"Hi!" she greeted with a squealy-lilt in her voice. "I'm Abby!" 

Ben didn't say anything back, but his eyes fell to her lap. In her hands was a fuzzy teddy bear with a heart embroidered upon the stomach. She seemed to be holding it firmly in place. 

The girl noticed his diversion, and lifted the animal toward him. "And this is Gracie!" Ben leaned back just a little, and then turned to face forward. Gracie, what a stupid name for a teddy bear. 

"What's your name?" Abby asked. 

The boy didn't turn back to her. "Ben," he put simply. 

She nodded. "Ben...that's a cool name!" 

Ben made haste to conceal his smile. 

Abby sat forward as well, placing Gracie upon the table. "There's a lot of people in here," she said, now dropping the cheer she had verbalized previously. 

Ben sneered. "Yeah. Little kids need their parents for everything." 

"Yeah. Five-year-olds can be such babies." 

He whipped his head around to face her. "Huh?" 

Abby then returned the favor. "I'm glad I'm six. I don't need my parents for anything." 

Ben stared for a second. He hadn't thought anybody else could possibly be any age other than five. For his preschool years, he had always been the oldest kid in his class. But now, he was not. 

Some kids might have been jealous, but Ben was relieved. 

"I—I'm six too!" he declared, his smile as a result of joy for once. 

Abby's eyes brightened. "Really?" she said, and turned her body so that her legs dangled off the side of the chair. At the same time, she lay her teddy bear in her lap again. "No one is ever my age in my class!" 

Ben turned to face her in the same way, just barely noting a red spot where Gracie had been upon the table. 

Noting, but not caring. 

For finally, Ben had found someone he could talk to. 


That whole day Ben and Abby did everything together. They sat by each other during morning time, did crafts at the same table, played on the playground together, and ate lunch together. By the end of it all Ben had had the best day of his life—or, as far as he could remember. He loved spending time with Abby. She was so nice, and she was so mature too! Ben wished he were just as grown up as her. 

As Ben packed up his backpack, he looked over at Abby beside him. Her bag bulged much more than his, and he saw as she placed her teddy bear inside, that it contained a multitude of stuffed animals.

Ben puzzled. "Why do you have those?" he asked. 

Abby didn't look at him. "'Cause they're my friends," she spoke with a straight face. "I want them to be with me." 

Surely, Ben had never heard such a statement before, but after a few seconds, he decided it wasn't worth another question. 

Suddenly she turned to face the boy, instantly regaining her contagious smile. "Do you want to come over to my house?" she asked. 

There would be no consideration, at least not in regards to what he wanted. Ben had been sad that their day was over, and had wished there was more time to play. So of course he wanted to come over. That way they could keep on playing! 

The consideration came in when he thought of his mother, who was probably on her way to pick him up. "Well," he responded, "m—maybe I'll ask my mom." 

Abby's smile lowered. "Oh," she uttered. "You need to ask your parents for everything?" 

Ben jolted from his thoughts. No, he most certainly didn't need to ask his parents anything! He was six years old; he could make decisions on his own. He didn't need anyone's permission. Least of all his mother's. 

" I don't," he conceded. "I wanna come over." 

And at that, Abby's face returned to its former content. "Great!" she exclaimed, as she zipped up her backpack of friends and slung it over her shoulders. "Let's go!" 


The two had run out the back of the school and across the playground, toward where a neighborhood resided. And after a few minutes, the two came upon a white-sided home with a red door. 

"That's my house!" Abby proclaimed, dashing up the steps.  She reached for the brass nob and twisted it before launching herself into the home. Ben thought it peculiar; whenever he and his mother had returned to their house, she would need to unlock the front door first. Did her parents not lock their house? 

Well, maybe there were no bad guys in this neighborhood. Ben decided that that must be the reason. 

The boy entered the household, and came upon the living room. And quite an average living room it was, complete with couch and television and carpet, not very unlike his own. Yet it still carried an air of discomfort, which rattled Ben to his core. 

Abby stopped in the middle of the room and slipped off her backpack. With a swift motion, she unzipped the back and flipped it upside down, dumping stuffed animals of every variety upon the scarlet polka dotted carpet. Bunnies, lions, dogs, cats, elephants, and bears, in all colors and sizes scattered across the floor. 

Ben stared a moment at the mess, for he realized that there were even more of them than he had thought. Abby looked down at her collection, and then straight at him. "Now we can all play!" she exclaimed as she dropped her backpack. In an instant, she dashed out of the room and into the hallway, leaving Ben by himself. It was then that he realized how silent the home was. Not a footstep, nor even a breath to be heard. Where were Abby's parents? 

Ben drew closer to the pile of stuffed animals, for he found them a bit odd. For someone that claimed to understand his stance on maturity, Abby sure had a lot of children's toys. She even called them her "friends"; even Ben was old enough to understand that stuffed animals weren't alive. He had been so sure. 

But also, he noticed that all of them were set up straight. 

The boy was now towering over them, and he could have sworn that he felt eyes upon him. Countless glistening plastic discs and buttons somehow eminating heat upon him. Ben couldn't move; he could barely breathe. What has happening? They were stuffed fabric. They weren't real. They weren't alive! 

And underneath them, more polka dots formed upon the carpet... 


Ben yanked his attention away. Abby had returned from that hallway, her hands held behind her back. "I have something for you!" she said, that smile still upon her face. With that she revealed, clutched tightly below the arms, a light brown teddy bear, with a yellow bow around the neck. Ben gawked at the thing, and then raised his gaze to Abby. 

"It's for you!" she reiterated, thrusting the animal in his direction. Reluctantly the boy took hold of it, feeling the fine threads cushion his palm and fingers. "Do you like it?" Abby pressed, excitedly awaiting an answer. But as unnerved as Ben was, not even he could dismiss that the teddy was adorable. And now it was his. 

"Yeah," he spoke, mesmerized by its button eyes that stared at nothing at all. As if by impulse he hugged the bear close, and Abby darted in the other direction. 

"I'm glad!" she shouted from across the house. "I was hoping you would!" 

Ben looked down upon his new possession, who almost seemed to return the embrace, as its arms extended wide across his chest. And he barely noticed the string dangling from the back of it. 

Noticed, and this time, cared. 

He let go of the stuffed animal and turned it around in his hands, only to find, indeed, a thread draping from the back. Upon further inspection, Ben found the back itself opened, as if slit with a blade. 

"I'm so excited to play with you more!" Immediately following, a shing sounded from beyond. 

Ben reverted his eyes, as he felt a pressing heat yet again. Behind him, he saw the stuffed multitude yet again, but nearer. But no, that just was not possible, and he knew it; Ben was six years old, after all. Yet even he couldn't explain this discomfort in his gut, and he stepped away. 

"Abby?" he called, looking across the living room toward the doorway of the kitchen. And when he didn't see his friend come out, he turned back to the animals, who now had advanced much further, like a impending army. Once again, Ben stepped backward, even closer to the front door. This wasn't possible. This wasn't possible! 

Suddenly, he snapped to his left, and found Abby right beside him. Once again, her hands were behind herself, and she smiled the most cheery of smiles. 

"I had so much fun today," she said sincerely. "And we'll all have so much more fun together." 

He wasn't allowed a moment to think, before his chest hurt. 

"I'll need this though." 

Ben gasped. 

"Don't worry. It's worth the pain." 

The boy fell to the ground. 

"We'll be able to play as long as we want." 

She flipped him onto his back. 

"All of us." 

He hurt again. 

"Nathan, Annie, Gracie—" 

And again. 

"Johnny, my sister Caroline—" 

And again. 

"Mommy, Daddy—" 

And again. 

"We'll have so much fun!" 

And slowly, she faded away. 

"You'll see. Just wait a few minutes..." 


Jackie had always hated coming to school. She hated the place. She hated the classroom. She hated the teacher. And she most certainly did not like any of her classmates. 

Why did she need to leave home just to learn a few things she already knew? Jackie could read, she could write, and she was fully capable of adding and subtracting numbers herself, thank you very much. 

Her remarks had earned her many a time out yesterday. But it wasn't fair! Everyone here was so dumb! It was the truth! 

As the girl simmered in her distaste for this sickeningly colorful enclosure, something disrupted her line of sight. Her eyes focused, and found another girl beside her. 

"Hi!" this stranger greeted. "I'm Abby!" 

Jackie knitted her brow. Who did this girl think she was? 

This girl held something out before her, upon which Jackie rested her eyes. A light brown teddy bear, with a yellow bow tied around the neck. Its eyes bore no pupils, but somehow radiated with life. 

"And this is Ben!" 

Jackie rolled her own eyes; what kind of name was Ben for a teddy bear? She turned back around to stare at the whiteboard, upon which their teacher had prepared a few equations for a later lesson. Abby did the same, as she set Ben upon the desk. 

"Is that supposed to be a lesson?" 

Jackie reverted her eyes, and nothing more. "Apparently," she mumbled. 

"Sad," Abby sighed. "I could do this is my sleep." 

This time Jackie had to turn her head. "You too?" she said. 

The new girl nodded. "Yeah! See..." She looked back to the board. "...Two...six...eleven.....five." 

What once was a moody kindergartener was now an ecstatic admirer. She needed to get to know this girl. 

"Um, I—I'm Jackie," she indroduced. 

Abby thought it over. "Jackie...that's a pretty name!" 

And so Jackie and Abby talked, unthoughtful of the surmounting glop of red that pooled underneath Ben upon the table. 

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