At 1:30 in the morning, everything feels a little more unsettling. The streets are quiet, your senses are sharper, and your imagination fills in the gaps. So when I got home from walking my puppy and noticed something strange hanging from his mouth, my mind didn’t go to anything harmless. It went straight to the worst possibilities—something alive, something disturbing, something I didn’t want to identify.
But when I finally turned on the light and looked closer, the truth was almost anticlimactic. What had seemed like a nightmare object was nothing more than the shredded remains of a teddy bear. The stuffing had been stretched out into a long strand, the fabric darkened by dirt and drool, twisted into a shape that looked far more sinister in the dark than it really was. Under proper light, the illusion disappeared instantly.
