My son found a dirty teddy bear during our weekend walk. When I pressed its belly, a child’s voice said his name and pleaded, “HELP ME.” My name is Andrew. I’m 36 and a single dad. My wife passed away two years ago, so now it’s just me and my son, Mark. Every Sunday, Mark and I went for a walk together, just the two of us. But last time, Mark pulled a teddy bear out of the snow. God, it was disgusting. The fur was matted, the paws were muddy, one eye was missing, and the stuffing was lumpy and dry. Most people would have left it behind. But Mark held it close, as he had already decided it was his. “Buddy, it’s dirty,” I whispered. “Let’s leave it, okay?” He gripped the bear even tighter. “No, he’s my friend!” So I pushed my doubts aside. “Alright. We’ll take him home.” I spent an hour cleaning the bear. I scrubbed it, disinfected it, and stitched up the seam. Mark was thrilled. He hugged the bear and even fell asleep holding it. At night, I pulled Mark’s blanket up to cover him. My hand brushed against the teddy bear’s belly. That’s when I heard a small click from inside. Static burst from the toy’s core, loud and sudden. A small, shaky voice came through the fabric. “MARK, I KNOW IT’S YOU. HELP ME.” A chill ran through me. I stared at the bear, my heart racing. It was a real voice, saying my son’s name out loud. Was this a prank? Or a surveillance device? Was someone actually watching us? I gently took the bear from Mark’s arms, trying not to wake him. In the kitchen, I tore open the seam I had just fixed a few hours earlier. I reached inside and felt something hard. It was a small PLASTIC BOX WITH A SPEAKER AND A BUTTON, all held together with duct tape. “THIS IS MARK’S DAD. WHO IS THIS?” I said loudly. I heard the answer on the other end of the line. ⬇️⬇️⬇️