Five years ago, your grandfather gave you a toy bear. You called it "Boris." It is a seven year old toy bear with brown and white fur. You loved it, but eventually, you grew up and didn't play with it much. The bear was so old that it started to break. One of its ears is missing, and there were some parts that ripped, so you threw it in the dumpster.

One night, you were trying to sleep peacefully. But, there's something that has been preventing you from sleeping. It is a loud sound coming from the attic. It sounds like walking and cracking. It annoys you but also creeps you out. You then decided to go to the attic. Once you enter the attic, you are surprised to see your toy bear, Boris. It was just sitting there.. It's fur covered in blood stains. One of his eyes was leaking blood.. It creeped you out and made you want to leave, but suddenly, the entrance of the attic closed shut, and you began to hear whispers all around you. Boris is just sitting there, but there's just something about it that's creeping you out. It's not just the blood, but also its stare. It's as if Boris is watching right through your very own soul...