The Plushie

One night a young man named Joe decided that he has to get a work. He saw a "help wanted" poster.

They needed a security guard at a toy store. He got the job. First night. Joe a pretty young man and he had a tough childhood. His father would abuse him and force him to go to the street and dance there naked because otherwise he would beat him up with a baseball club and he did not have a mom. They arrested his father and when Joe was 11 he was an orphan in an orphan house. He was bullied and laughed at for his genetic error of not having the ability to grow hair. Anyways...he loved plushies...after all he works in a toy shop because of that. Partly. Lets go back to night 1. Joe hears light steps on the roof. "Rats or a squrriel. After all this is a countryside shop." He sees a plushie just like the one he had when he was a kid. He quickly favorites it, it was the shop mascot. A plushy bear with black eyes.

Night 2. Joe finds out his weekly wage is 100€ not good for an American immigrant who came to Poland. He finds a paper from his boss saying "Joe your weekly wage is 100€ or something around 440 złoty. Nice...at least something. He sees the plushie move. He takes his taser and flashlight and goes to see what moved it. Nothing

Night 3. A classic December blizzard. Outside it is 6 celsius. The bear is missing. "Hmm...must have been put away by someone during day time. He brew some coffee at the coffee machine. "What the hell??? Why is the bear staring at me outside the window???"

He woke up next day in the crematorium all he heard were flames. He got burned alive.

"No! Help i am still alive! HELP!" i guess it was too late for him to act.

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Credited to Jacobin Radical

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