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<center><p style="font-size:100px">TOYING WITH ME</p>
Story by Amy Linsamouth ★ Line Art by [[Flygohr|http://www.flygohr.com]]
[[START|p1]]</center><span class="myimage">[img[../images/horrorAnthology/toyingWithMe1-min.png]]</span>[[↜|p1]] [[↝|p2]]<center>My mother always told me I'm more vulnerable living alone.
<p style="font-size:125px">[[↜|ToyingWithMe]] [[↝|twm1]]</p></center><center>And now, she's gone.
<p style="font-size:125px">[[↜|twm1]] [[↝|p3]]</p></center><center>People say when someone you love dies, you can feel their presence leave this world.
I never sensed it when my mom drew her last breath.
Instead, I couldn't seem to shake off a strange feeling. Like I was being watched...
<p style="font-size:125px">[[↜|p2]] [[↝|twm2]]</p></center><span class="myimage">[img[../images/horrorAnthology/toyingWithMe2-min.png]]</span>[[↜|p3]] [[↝|twm3]]<span class="myimage">[img[../images/horrorAnthology/toyingWithMe3-min.png]]</span>[[↜|twm2]] [[↝|twm4]]<span class="myimage">[img[../images/horrorAnthology/toyingWithMe4-min.png]]</span>[[↜|twm3]] [[↝|twm5]]<span class="myimage">[img[../images/horrorAnthology/toyingWithMe5-min.png]]</span>[[↜|twm4]] [[↝|p4]]<center>With its glassy dead eyes, the bear was giving me the chills.
If it hadn't belonged to my mother, I would've chucked it into the bin. And the longer its dark globes stared into me, the more I wanted it out of my sight.
<p style="font-size:125px">[[↜|twm5]] [[↝|twm6]]</p></center><span class="myimage">[img[../images/horrorAnthology/toyingWithMe6-min.png]]</span>[[↜|p4]] [[↝|p5]]<center>So into the closet it went.
<p style="font-size:125px">[[↜|twm6]] [[↝|p6]]</p></center><center>The next day, I was glad to take my mind off my mother's passing.
After a long day of work, I was ready for rest.
<p style="font-size:125px">[[↜|p5]] [[↝|twm7]]</p></center><span class="myimage">[img[../images/horrorAnthology/toyingWithMe7-min.png]]</span>[[↜|p6]] [[↝|p7]]<center>The bear...
How did it get on my coffee table?
<p style="font-size:125px">[[↜|twm7]] [[↝|p8]]</p></center><center>Grief can do a lot of things to anyone's mental state, but there had to be a reasonable explanation for this.
God, there just had to be.
<p style="font-size:125px">[[↜|p7]] [[↝|twm8]]</p></center><span class="myimage">[img[../images/horrorAnthology/toyingWithMe8-min.png]]</span>[[↜|p8]] [[↝|twm9]]<span class="myimage">[img[../images/horrorAnthology/toyingWithMe9-min.png]]</span>[[↜|twm8]] [[↝|twm10]]<span class="myimage">[img[../images/horrorAnthology/toyingWithMe10-min.png]]</span>[[↜|twm9]] [[↝|p9]]<center>When the video loaded, I couldn't stop trembling from fear.
<p style="font-size:125px">[[↜|twm10]] [[↝|twm11]]</p></center><span class="myimage">[img[../images/horrorAnthology/toyingWithMe11-min.png]]</span>[[↜|p9]] [[↝|p10]]<center>My dying mother on top of the hospital bed...and a stranger was adjusting the teddy cam to record her.
<p style="font-size:125px">[[↜|twm11]] [[↝|twm12]]</p></center><span class="myimage">[img[../images/horrorAnthology/toyingWithMe12-min.png]]</span>[[↜|p10]] [[↝|p11]]<span class="myimage">[img[../images/horrorAnthology/toyingWithMe13-min.png]]</span>[[↜|p11]] [[↝|p12]]<center>THE END
[[Shall I whisper the tale to you once more?|ToyingWithMe]]</center><center>And I entered my living room, staring at the teddy bear in shock exactly like I did half an hour ago...
<p style="font-size:125px">[[↜|twm13]] [[↝|end]]</p></center><center>As the same stranger ajusted the camera to face my apartment door, dread built up in the pit of my stomach.
<p style="font-size:125px">[[↜|twm12]] [[↝|twm13]]</p></center>