My Son Found a One-Eyed Teddy Bear in the Dirt

Broken. Mechanical.

“Mark…”

I nearly dropped it.

My hands locked around the bear while my mind tried to explain what I’d just heard. Maybe an old voice box toy. Maybe pressure against some hidden battery compartment. Something broken that accidentally switched on after years underground.

Then it spoke again.

Even quieter this time.

“Help…”

I just stood there continue reading …