🧸🧸CHRISTMAS GIFT🧸🧸
🧸🧸EPISODE 2🧸🧸
I never knew a hand can be so very soft and hard at the same time. It was as if a spiritual hand slapped my face.
The slap momentarily blinded me for about 30 seconds and it also restricted my hearing ability. I was unable to see or hear anything for about 30 seconds. “This is not a natural slap”, I thought silently to myself.
Different thoughts and questions started racing through my mind immediately I regained my senses. “What kind of teddy bear is this”?, “Is this some kind of spirit in teddy bear form or is it normal for a teddy bear to talk and land such a slap”?, “Perhaps, this is a modern teddy bear with much advanced technology”, I said to soothen my confused mind.
“But, a teddy bear doesn’t not talk or move on its own6, talkless of slapping someone”, I said to counter my initial thoughts.
“Who tore my hands”, the teddy bear eventually asked again after a few seconds of abrupt silence.
We didn’t answer him again and what followed the question was my sister’s suppressed scream of pains. I was so sure my sister felt the same pain I experienced earlier.
I wish I had dumped it off earlier when my father told me to. I wish I had obeyed him. We wouldn’t be receiving this undeserved slap if I had obeyed him. Guess I really deserve the slap after all for my disobedience.
We were still nursing our burning cheek when the electricity light got restored and it lighted the whole room.I was able too see the face of the teddy bear now. The face looks just as dangerous as his slaps.
“It was me”, my sister shouted in reply. I presumed that she was afraid of receiving another slap, hence her reason for answering the teddy bear’s question.
“Grrrrrrrr”, the teddy bear grunted after my sister replied her. “You are going to be the cause of your sister’s death for this mistake you just made. I’ve been silently studying you both since the past three days I’ve been locked up in that f*cking uncomfortable wardrobe and now, you’ve doubled your mistake by tearing my precious hands”, the teddy bear explained out of breath and we just kept watching its moving mouth.
“As I have said earlier, you are going to be the curse of your sister’s death”, the teddy bear said while facing my sister and another hand grew out of his body.
I was still watching him in confusion and horror when the teddy bear grabbed my sister’s neck and snapped it right in front of me. The teddy bear killed my sister right in my front and I knew that it’s only a matter of few seconds before he come after me too.
I could no longer hold my voice now. I screamed at the top of my voice with the aim of waking my parents up. I kept on crying and screaming till the teddy bear stood up from my sister’s side and started coming towards me whilst drawing out a sickle-like long knife.
I could no longer move or scream when I saw the knife and as the teddy bear was just about to get to me, he turned back and slit my sister’s neck as if to confirm that she’s really dead.
Seems my parents has heard my voice because I started hearing their their thumping feet coming towards our room.
I ran to the door as fast as I could and opened it.
I fell right into the hands of my Dad.
Seems like he was the only one that came to our room to check on us.
I was just about to explain everything about the teddy bear and my sister’s death to my Dad when I noticed that he has stopped moving and blood was flowing down from the top of his head.
My Dad fell right on my tiny little chest and I could see the demonic teddy bear behind him, grinning.
The only sensible thing I could think of was that the teddy bear might have disappeared and reappeared at my father’s back in order to stab him.
“You cannot escape your punishment, Little girl”, the teddy bear said while grinning and smiling mischievously at me.
© Elisha Kehinde Fagbemi
