You lift up your foot to find a filthy black teddy bear, covered in mud. You pick it up and examine it. It's black with beady black eyes. You look around for a moment and spot no one around, much less a little kid who could of lost it. You look for any tag or any other way to identify the owner, nothing. You think about tossing it out, but there's a strange other worldly vibe to the toy. You can't place your finger on it but something about the bear makes you decide to hold onto it. So you take it with you on your walk, and evauntually on your trip home. Once you arrive you toss it in with a load of laundry cleaning it up, then later that night you toss it onto your nightstand. You strip down to just your pajama bottoms and decide to call it a night. You shut your eyes and drift off to deep sleep. Suddenly, you wake up feeling strange and the entire room is engulfed into a green smoke. You turn to the bear and look into his eyes. You can't look away, you're stuck in a trance. You watch them light up, like a camera flash, breaking the concentration and leaving yourself in a daze. Confused you get up and stumble to the mirror and look into it staring at your reflection.