A Halloween Story, For Halloween

So, it is Halloween Time of year again. I know that Long  Rock will LOVE it here. In fact, I am sure we will get a Halloween Tree and decorate it with all ghoulish ornaments. I am excited for his first Halloween here. 
Anyway, I wanted to write about something scary something fitting. I decided today and tomorrow I will share true stories for Halloween. 

I will begin with this:

When I was married to Mr S, we moved to New Mexico. We lived with Mr S' mother and father. His mother is a collector of many things because she was a First Grade Teacher and her room was decorated with all wonderful things for a child going to Elementary School. Now, she liked stuffed toys. She especially liked stuffed bears. within her home, Child "S" also loved (still loves) stuffed bears and in fact, she had been collecting bears all her life and had many. Child S found a white bear, with a black nose and a bright red heart. It was a cute bear and in fact, it was rather big, and soft and cuddly. Child S was a polite child and being the Bear was in her room but not hers, asked her Grandma S who the bear belonged to. "Well, nobody. Would you like the bear, S?" delighted, S took the bear. Now, the bear was special. Not only was the bear cute, and cuddly. The bear when turned on would record a few seconds of sound and play it back. It was funny. And fun. We thought. 
Well, one day, S and C were playing with the bear and laughing. All the sudden, though, C (about three years younger than S: so about 2 and a half at the time) was holding and cuddling with the bear, when he screamed, threw the bear down and "HATED THE MEAN SCARY BEAR" I could not figure it out and no one else could either. I could not consul my son. Not with the bear. S thought the bear was cute and we kept the bear away from C. Now, it was those days that S was going to school in the morning and at about noon I would be waiting for her or ı would pick her up and so there were a couple of hours in the day C and I were alone. We would spend the time together doing many things. But he refused to be around "Mean Bear". My son was petrified of the Bear. Well one day, S said, I think this bear is weird. I said why? She said because when no one is talking, the Bear talks. But it says weird things. Sometimes I don't know what it is saying. 
I thought OK. I will take out the batteries and things will be fine. No big deal. One night I heard the bear talking. But the problem was that I had taken the batteries out of the bear. I grabbed the bear and I looked under the bear's bottom, as that is where the battery pack was. the bear was talking as though someone was speaking and yet no one was in the kids bedroom. It was weird because there were no batteries in the battery compartment. I shrugged it off. but I moved the bear to the closet because I did not want the bear waking up the kids when they got home and went to bed. I said something to Mr S, and he sort of shrugged it off like I was not looking at a logical explanation. What is more logical than there are no batteries and the bear talked. You can not make that up. 
A few nights later, my kids came in to my room really upset and scared. At this point all of them came into my bedroom and wanting to stay with me. I asked them what the problem was they said that the bear will not stop talking to them. The bear, they said, "Spoke to them". I got the bear, looking in the closet, the bear was not there. It was under the bed of the girls bedroom. I asked Son J, what he thought of the bear. He said that he never encountered anything but that he felt creepy. The two daughters, S and J were in fact creep-ed out by it, they said that it talks to them, and son S refused to go near the bear. I asked the kids how the bear came being under the bed, as I moved it tot he top of the closet in the girls room. They all said they had no idea where it was but they did not touch it. There is no way they would be able to reach it but they had no idea I put it up because they said the bear moves from time to time however, no one saw the bear moving. So, I put the bear in a plastic bag and in my closet.  At this point the bear was so cute still that I did not want to throw it away. Now I have a couple of children that would tell you they threw it away but it would show up on their bed within hours whomever threw it away. 
We moved out of the city about a few miles and further south of Mr S' parents. We had their own toy area and I had kept the bear in my closet. Mr S got a job opportunity of being able to work in the Border Patrol. this caused him to be gone for months and months at a time and so I was home with the kids. For a while the bear was forgotten. However, one night, the kids were asleep and I was hearing talking. It was the bear. There was a low deep voice coming from the bear, the heart was lit, this meant it was recording. I turned it over and there were yet again, no batteries in the bear, and so I took out the battery pack from the bear, and it seemed to work. For a couple of days. A couple of days later, the bear's heart had lit up again and the bear was talking again. Sometimes the bear was saying things in another language I never heard before and other times the bear was talking, and finally the bear said my name. I took the bear to the trash. This time because I was out in the desert, I could burn my trash. I doused the bear with petrol. The bear burned to a crisp. And the bear stopped talking after that. My kids never asked me what I did with the bear. I just told them I got rid of it. But the all know the "Creepy Bear". 
Ready for more spooks tomorrow? (If you dare)