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Originally Posted by Talitha
I have found the Lyrics to what I can only describe as the most Satanic song of all time.
It's called "Me and my Teddy Bear" and I am continually having Nightmares since reading it 
Of course he is. Watching, listening, waiting.
This poor child is an innocent victim of Demons.
BAN THEM NOW BEFORE ANY MORE INNOCENT CHILDREN GET CAUGHT!!  |
When I was a little boy, my parents -- who weren't yet Saved©, though I was reading my Bible every day -- bought me a Teddy Ruxpin. You know, the one you could put cassette tapes into, and it would move its mouth and arms?
Well, Teddy had issues. Kept eating tapes of any Bible stories I put in. Since I wasn't too interested in the evil stories of perversion that came with Teddy -- things like "Heather Has Two Mommies" and "
King and King" (a new release for Teddy Ruxpin), the ONLY sorts of tapes that he wouldn't eat -- I just took the batteries out and put him beside my bed.
Every night, Teddy would sit on the nightstand, glaring at me.
Sometimes I'd wake up in the middle of the night, and he would be right next to me on the pillow, whispering things I couldn't quite understand. I didn't know how he could be, since there was no tape, and he had no batteries. Of course, he stopped right when I woke up, and then wouldn't say anything else.
More and more often, I would remember bizarre dreams about pentagrams and torches and chains and men doing odd things to a woman, who they then left bleeding on a fancy stone table. The woman looked a lot like my science teacher's college-age Teacher's Assistant, Miss Jacobs.
Miss Jacobs was very pretty, but she didn't like me. She said I was "brainwashed" and a "Jesus freak" because I liked to read the Bible and wouldn't buy that "millions of years" nonsense the teacher always spouted. She always flaunted her figure when she leaned over my desk, too, just to tease me. Harlot! I told her what God thought of her sluttery, and she just laughed at me. She hated God, and I bet He hated her, too.
I told my mother about what Teddy was doing; she said I was just having nightmares, and that I'd like Teddy better if he slept in bed with me. She said he'd make the nightmares go away. She tucked him in with me that night.
Well, once the light was out, I put Teddy back on the table, watching him closely until I fell asleep. I may have only been
14 4 and a half years old, but I
knew he was evil.
At three in the morning, I was awakened . . . Teddy was kicking me in the head for telling on him!
Now, granted, it didn't hurt much, since he was made of polyfill. But it was still pretty disturbing to be attacked by a Teddy Ruxpin! And the things he was saying that he'd do to my mother, the same things he said he'd been out doing to the beautiful, frigid and unloving Miss Jacobs! How could he?
I mean, a Teddy Ruxpin isn't even anatomically correct . . . And how could he
hold a straight razor?
I grabbed Teddy and carried him downstairs, shoving him headfirst into the blender and turning it on. My mother came downstairs just as Teddy's mechanical parts caught in the blade, making a horrible noise.
Mom was mad at me for weeks after I broke her blender. I was grounded for two whole months.
She said it would have been only a week if I would just admit that I had thrown raw meat and Dad's razor into the blender with Teddy. But I didn't, honest! Maybe they were already in the blender. Teddy probably put them there to get me in trouble. Like the time he had slashed Miss Jacobs' tires and left the broken knife under my bed; I found it before my Mom did, though, and got rid of it.
When I got to school the next day, they said Miss Jacobs had left town unexpectedly. She never did come back.
Somehow, I don't think she will.