The dark truth of the teddy bear in the woods
There is a tale I remember well.
It all took place when I was twelve.
A summer camp that turned to hell.
Into this place we will now delve.
This little girl and her ghostly shell.
Every year we would visit this farm.
Next to a forest with hidden lakes.
Old fashioned, maybe, but with charm.
But that year had higher stakes.
Now everyone was on alarm.
It started with a dirty teddy bear.
Someone found it on the trail.
For the staff there was tension in the air.
They all looked scared and some turned pale.
By the sight of the teddies ghastly stare.
A murder took place the month before.
The young girl drowned in a hidden pool.
Brutally chocked, a death full of gore.
And the only one who saw a fate so cruel.
Was her teddy bear on the lakeshore.
Her soul went in this stuffed toy.
And took revenge on the killer.
Repeated the process with utmost joy.
It all played out like a thriller.
Now we were the subject of her next ploy.
The teddy followed us and left a stain.
A boy named Tommy wanted to see the crime.
The rest got nervous and left in the rain.
We all got out just in time.
But Tommy was never seen again.
So if you find a teddy bear between the trees.
Don't be a hero and turn around now.
We escaped only with shaking knees.
The killing girl is still there somehow.
Let Tommy be the last victim please.
p.s. surprisingly, there is actually a core of truth in this one. have fun figuring out what exactly.
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