The Teddy Bear: Part 2

I looked down at the boy, with his tousled black hair and pajamas. He looked so inocent. I heard in the distance the clock strike 4. I froze. I would have to bide my time. I was so close, but so far. The boy starts moving, and then. I am falling. I was kid of the bed by this dreadful kid. UGH the indignity.

The next night clock struck 3, I crawled back up into the bed and laid on the boy. He passed away in his sleep they said. They never knew the truth, and they never will.