'The sound of the boxes was ringing all over the house ... the new house.Parents arranged the kitchen, while their 6-year-old girl was fascinated by the old age and yet the freshness of the new home.Spiral staircases led to the rooms that were to be their home for the next years of their life.The rough squeak of the unlaminated flooring looked bleak, but eager to be discovered.
The little girl had found in one of the boxes the bunny she had spent the six years and whom she considered her best friend.She took it in her hands, shook it from the dust, and climbed up the stairs to her future room.She walked over a huge hallway full of old paintings and a red-blooded carpet that seemed to be stretching indefinitely.The child, holding the rabbit in one hand, walked slowly, carefully observing every detail of the paintings.
Taking her eyes from these for a moment, she stopped abruptly.In front of her, a meter away, there was a tiny, teddy bear, gray and without an eye.The girl approached him, dropping the bunny on the carpet.
In the kitchen, Mom realizes the child's disappearance, so she sends her husband to look for her while she's still arranging something.The man climbed the stairs, attracted by the voice of his little girl, finding her on the floor with his back to the rabbit, talking to the bear who seemed to keep her company.
-What are you doing here, honey? We have some jobs down there.
-I was getting acquainted with my new friend ... he's Tomy,' the little girl said, lifting the bear.
-Where did you find it? I hope you did not take it from the kids in the former neighborhood!
- No, Daddy. He was waiting for me to play here ...
- Okay, you're gonna play tonight with him, now come down and help mommy a little.
Evening...
-Dad told me you made a new friend ... Tomy, right?
-Yes, Mom ... he said he was waiting for me for a long time ... since the old family left...
-Certainly, my dear ... if he did not have a play partner ... ok, then, sleep well. Good night, angel!
-It looks like it was the first and last ... I'm sorry about them, the inspector said bitterly as he watched the three corpses in the middle of the living room.
-Dail Prosecutor, John Mayer, Forensic and Historian of the City ...
-Good evening! The woman woke up from the melancholy of the letter she had read.
-Have you determined the cause of their deaths? asks the man.
-We're still trying to find out ... anyway, they were killed ...
- Those who lived here before ... left home as soon as their boy Timy died ...
-Wait a second ... Timy? That's what is writing in this letter we consider anonymous ... but here's about a teddy bear ...
The criminalist reads the letter and remains stuck.
-Yes, something unclean is in the middle ...
-Why? You just do not think the bear killed them, haha!
-No, but I think he did not have anything to look for here ... it was Timy's ... I was present at the funeral, and the bear was buried with the boy ...
The procrastination remained shocked, and turned his head to the comedian on which the bear appeared to be analyzing any movement ...
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