I hugged my stuffed bear to sleep again today. It's my last memory of my boyfriend before he died a month ago. His body was never found which is why I somehow think of this bear I am hugging as his body. Most nights I feel it hugging me back, or patting my head, and rubbing my arms. It doesn't bother me one bit since if it was a ghost. It is the ghost of the boy I love. At nights when I cry my self to sleep, I always wake up with a blanket covering ny body and the bear beside me. It somehow calms me down. That is until one day, when my boyfriend showed up in front of my door after a month of him being missing. He said he was abducted but somehow made his way out of the kidnappers. He said the police was able to catch the kidnappers and that he was asked by the police to state his experience under those kidnappers. He hugged me tightly and I was just standing there stunned as we both began to cry. After a moment of talk, I saw a glimpse of the bear and went pale. As I saw it hiding a knife behind it's back.