I ripped it apart. All at once, the stone in my head was lifted, my legs and arms were unchained. I felt free.

‘Dang! That was awful…’ My headache is killing me.

It is an old and small room with a disgusting stale and stinky smell. There are many cut out pieces of newspaper pasted on the wall. It is all about the murder of children being chopped up into flesh lumps. The whole community was scandalized by the horrific murder. Oddly, all of the suspected murderer’s name and pictures went missing. It looks like someone has deliberately wiped out the information. The murderer was still on the run.

Something deep inside me keeps bringing back the feeling one can never leave behind, like an itch that won’t go away.

Feeling puzzled, I started looking around and trying to figure out what the heck is going on. I attempted to open the door but it wouldn’t budge. Suddenly, a teddy bear fell down from the wall shelf. I jumped when it hit my head.

‘WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO MY CHILD? YOU BLOODY MURDERER!’ The teddy bear shouted angrily at me like an annoying woman picked it up. Coupled with this eerie phenomenon, my poor headache worsened with each piercing scream.

It wasn’t me…

Suddenly, an unknown magnetic force pulled me to the edge of the bed and I couldn't help but fell. I couldn't move my hands as though they were handcuffed!

‘HEY, SCUMBAG. IS THERE ANY LAST THING YOU WANT TO SAY?’ The female voice was gone. It has now become the voice of an middle-aged man, it was frighteningly uncomfortable when you could do nothing. My head was aching badly.

'It wasn’t me…' I pleaded.

‘SON…WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?’

‘Stop! Why would none of you trust me! No, it wasn’t me. It’s…
the Teddy Bear…’ I cried.

I ripped it apart. All at once, the stone in my head was lifted, my legs and arms were unchained. I felt free.
‘The perverted kidnapper, Peter Johnson, died in a shocking manner in prison. It was reported that his body had been torn apart when the guards found him.