White Bear

The White Bear is a creepy story written by a member of this website named writer123 in collaboration with ScaryForKids. It’s about a boy who has a teddy bear that he loves dearly. Things begin to go wrong when a bully at school starts vandalizing the bear.

White Bear

I was 8 years old when I got the white bear for Christmas. I can still remember opening the present and seeing the teddy bear lying inside. I couldn’t have been happier. I named him Chester and I would never go anywhere without him. We were inseparable. I would even take him to school with me.

Whenever I brought Chester to school, everyone in my class would point at me and make fun of me. They made rude comments about my teddy bear and called me names. I didn’t pay any attention to their cruel remarks.

One day, during art class, I was painting a picture. Chester was sitting on the table beside me. Suddenly, Jeremy Valentine, the class bully, came over and grabbed my white bear. Before I could snatch Chester back, Jeremy took a pair of scissors and snipped Chester’s head off.

When the teacher saw this, she grabbed Jeremy by the arm and took him to the principal’s office. I picked up Chester’s body and his severed head and held them to my chest, crying like a baby. When I got home, I showed my mom what had happened to my beloved teddy. She said she would sew him back together the next day.

That night, I was lying in bed when, all of a sudden, I felt something jump onto my chest. When I opened my eyes, I saw Chester lying on my chest. His head was back on and he looked as good as new. I thought my mom must have sewed him back together and put him into bed with me as a surprise. I hugged Chester and held him close to me as I fell into a peaceful sleep.

The next morning, when I woke up, I felt a soreness in my arms. When I looked down, I saw a lot of tiny bite marks on my arms. Then, I glanced at Chester and noticed that he had some red stuff on his mouth. I knew that I couldn’t tell my mom, since she would never believe me, so I just put on a sweater to hide the marks, stuffed Chester in my backpack and hurried to get ready for school.

When I got to my classroom, I took Chester out of my bag, and put him on my desk as usual. During class, I got up to go sharpen my pencil. When I got back, I saw that one of Chester’s button eyes had been torn off. I looked at Jeremy, who sat on the other side of the classroom, and saw him grinning at me. I knew he was the culprit, but I had no proof.

When I got home, I told mom about the incident and she said she would fix the white bear’s eye. She also told me she was going to call Jeremy’s parents and have a word with them about their son’s bad behavior.

That night, I was getting ready for bed when I heard someone say, “Psssst!”

I was shocked and turned around in fright. There was nobody there. All I saw was Chester sitting on my bed. I thought I had left him downstairs. I also noticed that he had his eye back. Then, his mouth opened and spoke to me.

“Hey, Leo! I need to tell you something!” he growled.

I stared at him in horror. I thought I was going insane.

“Jeremy’s parents won’t punish him harshly enough for what he has done,” said Chester. “We need to give him the punishment he rightfully deserves! I already have a plan, but I need your help. Will you help me, Leo?”

Reluctantly, I agreed and Chester started explaining his plan. When I heard it, I was shocked. But I loved Chester so much, I decided to go along with his evil plan.

After my mom went to sleep, Chester stole a knife from the kitchen and we headed for Jeremy’s house. Chester led the way. When we got there, we snuck in through the back door and tip-toed upstairs to Jeremy’s bedroom. Inside, we found Jeremy was sound asleep in his bed.

As I lingered there in the darkness, looking down at him, I started having second thoughts about what I was doing, but I couldn’t back out. Chester wouldn’t allow it.

I stood in the doorway, trembling as I watched Chester take out the knife. The white bear walked calmly over to Jeremy’s bed and in one swift motion, slit the boy’s throat. He didn’t even have a chance to scream. I covered my eyes, unable to look at the horrible sight.

After a while, I peeked out through my fingers and saw that Chester was sawing Jeremy’s head off. Then, he took the knife and poked out his right eye. After that, Chester started chuckling like a maniac. He held up Jeremy’s severed head triumphantly. I started crying.

“Don’t be scared, Leo!” he growled. “I did this because you’re my bestest friend! I love you!”

“I love you too, Chester,” I whispered.

After that, Chester opened the window and told me to climb out.

“Be careful,” he said. “Don’t leave any fingerprints.”

We snuck out of the house and Chester left Jeremy’s head in the driveway for his parents to find. We went home and got into bed. Chester tucked me in and sat beside me until I fell asleep.

The next morning, as my mother was preparing breakfast, I saw a news report on TV about Jeremy’s murder. As I listened to the gruesome details, I glanced over at Chester. There was an evil grin on his face. I felt sick to my stomach and couldn’t eat a thing.

I didn’t want to take Chester to school with me, but when my mom’s back was turned, he hopped into my backpack. I didn’t have a choice. I had to ditch him. I headed towards the bus stop and on the way, I spotted a garbage can. As quick as I could, I tossed the backpack into the trash, slammed down the lid and ran away.

That evening, when I came home from school, I saw that the trash collectors had taken away the garbage. Chester had been taken with it. I thought I had gotten rid of Chester for good.

Years later, I left school and went to college. There, I met the love of my life, Donna Hartman, and after graduation we got married and moved in together.

One night, I was sitting in the living room, reading a book while Donna was cooking dinner. Suddenly, I heard a blood-curdling scream coming from the kitchen. I jumped out of my chair and rushed out to see what was wrong.

As soon as I entered the kitchen, I screamed in horror. Donna’s body was lying on the floor in a pool of blood. Her severed head was sitting in the frying pan and her right eye had been poked out.

Then, I saw Chester standing on the kitchen table, a bloody knife clutched tightly in his furry hand.

“You shouldn’t have crossed me, Leo,” he growled. “Now you’ve made me angry… and you know how a white bear acts when he’s angry…”

Before I had a chance to react, Chester jumped at me and tried to stab me in the face. I managed to dodge him and he stabbed the kitchen cabinet instead. The knife got stuck in the wood and Chester began struggling desperately to remove it.

Quickly, I opened a drawer and grabbed the first thing I could find… a saucepan. I swung the metal saucepan as hard as I could and struck Chester over the head. For a moment, he was stunned. Then, he leaped on top of me and his furry paws grabbed for my throat. He began choking me, and I struggled to push him off.

I pulled the knife out of the kitchen cabinet and began stabbing him, but it was no use. The blade just went through his stuffing. It didn’t hurt him at all. Then, Chester picked up a cheese grater and tried to grate my face off. I dropped the knife.

My hands searched desperately for something I could use as a weapon. I grabbed a soup ladle and began beating him ferociously over the head with it. Then, I picked up a dinner plate and broke it over his head. He released me from his grip and I fled out the front door and ran to the safety of a neighbor’s house.

I called the police and told them an intruder had broken into my house and murdered my wife. A few minutes later, several police cars came speeding down the street and screeched to a halt outside my driveway.

The officers emerged from their cars with their guns drawn and wntered my house. They searched it from top to bottom, but found no sign of an intruder. After securing the scene, they began questioning me and that’s when everything started to go wrong.

I tried to explain what had happened, but I was so distraught that all that came out was gibberish. They took me to the hospital and put me under armed guard. When I managed to calm down, I tried to tell them that my childhood teddy bear had returned, seeking revenge, and had decapitated my wife but they just didn’t believe a word I said.

Chester was long gone and my fingerprints were all over the murder weapon. I was arrested and charged with the murder of my wife. At the trial, I tried to mount a defence, but that’s hard to do when you’re trying to convince a jury that the real killer is a teddy bear.

They found me guilty of murder in the first degree and sentenced me to life in prison without the possibility of parole. I will never be set free and the only comfort I have is that I’m finally safe from that evil white bear.

Comments

  1. HorrorFanGirl says

    Is it just me or does this remind you of the movie Chucky? Like where the kid gets a bear from his mum but it turns out evil so he tries killing it it then years later it comes back for revenge.

  2. ninjapanda020 says

    The teddy bear is creepy. Just imagine seeing that at night, just staring at you.

  3. writer123 says

    Thank you so much for posting my story on the site, SFK! Also, thanks for cleaning it up. You’re a really good writer!

  4. says

    This is the original version of the story for comparison purposes:

    Chester The Bear by Writer123

    I remember the Christmas where I got Chester The Bear. I was 8, and when I opened the present, I couldn’t have been happier. I would never go anywhere without Chester with me. I would even take him to school with me. Whenever I brought Chester to school, everyone would say he was ugly, but I wouldn’t pay attention to their cruel remarks. But one day, during art class, I was painting a picture, with Chester sitting by me on the table, when the class bully, Jeremy Valentine, grabbed him. Before I could snatch Chester back, Jeremy grabbed a pair of scissors and cut Chester’s head off. As the teacher grabbed Jeremy by the arm and took him to the principal’s office, I grabbed up Chester and his head and started to cry like a baby. When I got home, I showed my mom what had happened to Chester and she said she would sew him back together the next day. That night, I was lying in bed when I felt something jump on my chest. When I opened my eyes, I saw Chester lying on my chest, his head back on. Thinking my mom had sewed him back together and put him back in bed with me to surprise me, I took Chester and held him close to me as I fell into a peaceful sleep. But the next morning, when I woke up, I felt soreness in my arms. When I looked at my arms, I saw a lot of tiny bite marks on my arms. Then, I looked at Chester and saw he had some red stuff on his mouth. I knew that I couldn’t tell my mom, since she would never believe me, so I just put on a sweater to hide the marks, put Chester in my backpack, and hurried to get ready for school. When I got to school, I went to my classroom, took Chester out of my bag, and put him on my desk like I normally did. But during class, I left my desk to go sharpen my pencil. When I got back, I saw that one of Chester’s button eyes had been torn off. I looked at Jeremy, who sat on the other side of the classroom, and saw him holding Chester’s eye in his hand. When I got home, I told mom about the incident and she said she would fix Chester and then call Jeremy’s parents to tell them about his behavior. That night, I was getting ready for bed when I heard someone say, “Hey, Leo! I need to tell you something!” When I turned around, I saw Chester sitting on my bed, even though I had left him sitting on my dresser. I also noticed that he had his eye back. “Jeremy’s parents won’t punish him harshly enough for what he has done. We need to give him the punishment he rightfully deserves! I already have a plan, but I need your help. Will you help?” Chester said. Reluctantly, I agreed and Chester started explaining his plan. When I heard it, I was shocked. But I loved Chester so much, I decided to go along with his evil plan. After my mom went to sleep, I got a knife from the kitchen, got Chester from my room, and we started heading for Jeremy’s house. When we got there, I snuck in through the back door and went to Jeremy’s bedroom. Inside, Jeremy was sound asleep in bed. As I snuck in, I started having second thoughts about what I was doing, but I couldn’t back out then. When I reached Jeremy’s bed, I took the knife and sliced his head off, just like he had done to Chester. Then, I took the knife, stabbed him in the right eye, and pulled it out, like he had done to Chester. After that, Chester started laughing menanically. “You have done me well, Leo! You have proven yourself to be a wonderful friend! I love you!” Chester said in between laughs. “I love you too, Chester.” I whispered, not wanting to wake up Jeremy’s parents. After that, we left the house, went home, and went to bed. The next morning, I was eating breakfast when I saw a news report on TV about Jeremy’s death. As I listened, I looked at Chester and saw him smiling differently than usual. I couldn’t tell what it was, but something about his smile felt different. After finishing my breakfast, I got my backpack and left for school, carrying Chester in my hand. But as I was heading for the bus stop, I tossed Chester into a trash can and then ran away as fast as I could. When I got home, the trash had been taken away, and Chester had been taken with it. I never saw him again. After graduating, I went to college, met the love of my life, Donna Hartman, and we got married after graduating college. One night, I was sitting in my bedroom, reading a book while Donna was cooking us dinner. Suddenly, I heard a blood-curdling scream coming from downstairs. I ran downstairs into the kitchen-and screamed in horror. Donna’s body was lying on the floor, her head cut off and her right eye poked out. Then, I saw Chester sitting on the kitchen table, a bloody knife in his hand. “You shouldn’t have crossed me, Leo. Now you’ve made me angry. And you know how a bear acts when he’s angry…” Chester said to me as he slowly turned towards me. Then, he jumped at me and tried to stab me in the eye with the knife. Quickly, I dodged Chester, causing him to hit the wall and drop the knife. Quickly, I grabbed the knife and tried to slice Chester in half. But when I tried to, the knife bent. “I’ve grown stronger since you abandoned me. You are no match to the powers I possess!” Chester said as he got up. Then, he leaped at me and tried to grab the knife, but I pushed him off. Then, I ran outside-just as police cars came rolling up the driveway. As two officers came out of the cars and pointed their guns at me, I tried to explain what had happened. But I was so distraught that all that came out was inaudible gibberish. When the officers went inside, Chester was gone. I was arrested and sentenced to life in prison at trial. The only comfort I have is that I’m finally safe from that evil bear.

  5. poisonivy says

    I’m sorry, but have you ever actually tried to smash a plate over a teddy bears head? Doesn’t work..

  6. furrykinz2234 says

    oh and if you are confused about the title, try look at all the names of the streets, and the names. Put the first letters of those words together, and you will see…

  7. furrykinz2234 says

    (I have a story for you guys…though it may not be very good at the writing, just may have a few holes here and there)
    The Thing That Spells M-U-R-D-E-R
    I was at the station, along with the other police. We were all doing our usual things, such as patrols, our normal research, and and other things when we received a call, it was about a murder, on Maine St., all at once the police rushed to their cars, and me in the passenger seat of one, as a I was the detective. When we arrived at the scene, we could clearly see that the body was completely torn to pieces, nothing like we had ever seen before. I was curious to see just who might have been able to do this, and started to ask around for witnesses. Each of them said it was a man, a very tall man, who was wearing a brown trench coat, and other things, they did not see any car though, which made it a little more difficult. After searching around for clues, I found my self looking at a strange note, “Turn away, or forever pay.” the note had said. I turned to my partner who had given me the note himself. he looked at me and said, “What do you think it means, detective?” I only shook my head, and turned walking back to the cars. A few days later, we had another call, a murder on Up St. It was exactly like the other murder a few days ago, and the witnesses said the same thing. All we found was another note, which made no sense. It said, “What, might I see? Another victim, about to flee.” I was beginning to get suspicious, and thought about the note as we drove back to the station. Back at my house, as I lay in my bed, and my dog was in the living room on her bed. She was a little Yorkie, whom I called Rosey. I suddenly heard her yelp, with a tinge of fear. Getting up slowly, and grabbing my gun, I slowly walked towards my living room, getting my gun ready in case needed. I peeked into the room, my eyes widening when I saw the bloody mess. Rosey lay there, her head was severed from her body, and so were her legs. I sadly walked over, and patted her head, as if she were alive. “Don’t worry girl…I’m going to get the person who did this to you…” I whispered. I studied her body, and saw yet another note. This time it said, “I told you, a victim was about to flee, and the victim is whom you see.” My face turned into a disgusted look, and I decided not to tell anyone about it. That morning as I left for work, I had news that another murder had happened, this time to someone who’s name was Dean, on Diver St. Another note had been found saying, “It is almost time, for now I shall keep to my crime.” Everyday, of every hour I was getting more curious by the minute. I couldn’t stop thinking about the murders, and the notes, then one day as I was driving, I was about to turn, but accidently stopped mid way, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw a strange man, watching me, in a brown trenchcoat. My eyes widened now, “Could this be the guy?” I whispered to my self. Well, that thought did not last long, when I felt something crash into me,sneding me and my car, rolling down the side of a hill. I hit my head quite a few times, but other than that I was fine. I had been taken to the hospital though, for my head to be checked, and to make sure my skull had not cracked. It had not been cracked, thank goodness. After I recovered, and was free to go, I rejoined my companions at the station, where we received another call, a murder on Eve St. Another note was there. I was the one who found it, and it had my name on it. It said, “The time has come, meet me tomorrow at Roam St, at sundown.” My eyes narrowed at the note, and I gave it to no one else but only kept it to myself. The next day, I arrived at Roam St, which was deserted. Not a single soul lingered on the street. I stood there, waiting, when I saw the same man out of the corner of my eye, I turned, and lifted my gun at him. He was walking towards me. “I told you to turn away, and now you must pay.” He said, slowly taking out a large knife. “Show yourself!” I shouted at him. He lifted his head up, and removed his hat. My eyes widened when I saw him, because I was staring at myself. “Am I going crazy?” I whispered, confused. I just shook my head and watched as he lunged at me, me being distracted dropped my gun by the sudden lunge, and he toppled on me, the knife pointing at my neck. He was about to bring his hands slamming down into my neck, when I kicked him away,and grabeed for my gun. But he quicker, he slashed at my arms with the sharp razor blade knife, and cut off the circulation in my foot. I couldn’t feel my foot now, and couldn’t move it. When I looked behind me, I found that he had completely severed my foot, and in a Surprise to. I had no idea how he did that with one swipe, but I also had no idea how he looked exactly like me. I picked up my gun, and tunred to my back, pointing it at him. He only smirked and stared at me, saying, “It is your time to pay, Tim Murder.” He lunged at me, and I pulled the trigger on my gun. it hit him in his head, and I closed my eyes, curling up in a ball, as he fell dead to the ground. When I woke up, I saw that there was no body, or man that I had killed, in fact nobody believed me. They had only believed that I had done these horrid things to myself, and took me to a mental hospital, where I have been for about 25 years. “Just be warned, my friends, the killer is still out there…and he will make you pay….Hahahahaha!” I said smiling, as I could taste something in my mouth. It was blood, from the last kill I made, and I enjoyed the taste of blood. I had killed the nurse who always brought me my medicine..and so far…I was enjoying the taste of her fleshy skin…
    THE END
    (phew…that took me awhile… I made it up as I wrote..and I’m proud of it :D. Hope you guys like it)

  8. Xx Death Bolt xX says

    Easiest way to get rid of a killer white teddy bear is not throwing it away, the outcome is too obvious.
    Hack it to small little pieces and flush it down the toilet mwuahahaha *cough cough*

  9. happenstance says

    hey im really not tryomg to spam really just no reply so you really should a BLACK EYED KIDS STORY

  10. broghost123 says

    DON’T WORRY I WILL USE MY SONIC SCREWDRIVER ON THAT EVIL BEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Whoever gets this AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  11. krystenhook11 says

    My white bear
    I’m playin with my white bear
    Me:I love you
    Bear:I love you too
    Me:holy mackerel

  12. deathy says

    FIRST!!!!!!!!! YEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYY! BTW, I see my old sock monkey walking down my hal

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