Barry The Laughing Bear
Hello, my name is James. I just moved into a new home in New Jersey. It’s a two story home with 2 bathrooms and 3 bedrooms. It is a rather large Victorian age home that is blue with white details along the roof and doorways. But, i’m not the only one living in this house. My Fiance is also living with me. She is a 5’8 blond with long flowing hair. So anyway, every time I move to a new home my parents get me a cute gift like a toy or a stuffed animal. But, this time it was something that gave me shivers down my spine. It was…… a stuffed bear but it had a smile from check to check. The my fiance looked at the label for it and it read “Barry The Laughing Bear”. So that’s why it was smiling so much. After that i put some batteries in and turn it on but nothing was happening. No sound and no laughter. So we just put it on top of our bed room shelf and left it there. Time went by before something odd occurred. When me and my now wife came home one day after shopping, the bear was on the kitchen table just starring at us with that huge grin and deep black eyes. Both of us were not home that day so none of us could have possibly move it. So, we just put it on top of the shelf again and forgot that ever happened. That same night is where things got scary. I heard a loud bang from downstairs which woke me and my wife up. I quickly went down to see what was going on. I look in the kitchen and what saw would change my life forever. The bear was standing on the kitchen table holding a knife. As soon as he saw me he threw the knife like from those war video games and it skimmed my shoulder and cut my shift almost hitting my arm. The bear lunged at me and was choking me. Even though he had soft furry hands it felt like a real person was holding on to my neck about to kill me. I lifted my hand up trying to find the nearest thing to hit this creature with. My hand fell upon a lamp. I grabbed it a swung it at his head as hard a I could knocking some stuffing out. He fell to the floor and I quickly got up to run to the front door to get out of here. But, by that time he had gotten two knives and was wait at the front door. With the scariest voice I ever heard, sounding like a mixture of a demon and a child, the creature said,”What’s the matter, we are just getting started!”. I yelled to my wife to help me, then the bear lunged again at me with now 2 knives he stabbed one in my arm and the other one dropped out of his hand. I saw my wife run down the stairs and grab the knife that had fallen on the floor. I managed to get the bear down on the ground and my wife cut it’s head clean off, but before she cut it’s head off it said only 3 words,”I’ll…be….back.”. After this was all over i went to doctor to get the stab wound checked out. He asked how it happened and I told him I tripped with a knife in my hand and he believed me. Then the doctor left to get the x-rays to see how far the knife went I examined the room, and thing I saw made me want to run. On the shelf in the room was a Barry The Laughing Bear doll starring at me with the huge smile and the dark black eyes.
Originally posted on Crappypasta.com, 5 April 2014 by Nick Parisi
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