Toy

It was going to be an ordinary evening. I put on my pyjamas, brushed my teeth and jumped into bed. Next to me, on the pillow, lay Brutus the bear as always - a little worn out now, with a slight hole on his paw, but still my favourite. I reached for him and then.... I heard a voice. - Finally, we can talk. I froze. - You don't even know how long I've been waiting for this! It was a teddy bear. Brutus. MY TEDDY BEAR JUST SPOKE TO ME. I threw him into the corner of the room. - Ouch! Well that wasn't nice! - he said in an offended tone, picking himself up from the floor. - T-You... You say! - I stammered. Teddy shrugged and sat down comfortably on my desk. - Look, it's a long story. But in a nutshell: you're in danger and we need to act immediately. - In danger! - I rose violently. Brutus came closer and leaned in conspiratorially. - Yes. And it's because of THAT thing under your bed. At that moment a strange sound came from the floor.