About fifteen years ago, I found myself wandering around a thick forest as I was searching for my missing teddy bear.
"Bella, where are you going?" A young girl named Jane asked me as she approached me.
I turned to face Jane, my pigtails swinging as I moved. "I'm looking for Mr. Snuggles," I said, my lower lip quivering. "Have you seen him?"
Jane shook her head, her blonde curls bouncing. "No, I haven't. When did you last see your teddy?"
I scrunched up my face, trying to remember. "I think... I think I had him when we were playing by the big oak tree earlier."
"Let's go look there then," Jane suggested, grabbing my hand. We started walking through the forest, the leaves crunching under our feet.
As we walked, I couldn't help but feel scared. The trees seemed to loom over us, their b
