Tgs - Jake Daniel, Teddy Bear, Davin Strong.mp4 -

Suddenly, the tunnel echoes with a wet, slapping sound—like bare feet on shallow water. It’s coming from behind them, fast. Jake spins the camera around, the light swinging wildly. "Davin?" Jake yells.

"Is it recording?" Jake Daniel whispers. His face fills the frame—eyes wide, breathless, his hair matted with sweat. He’s leaning against a damp concrete wall that looks like the inside of a drainage pipe. TGS - Jake Daniel, Teddy Bear, Davin Strong.mp4

A shadow, tall and impossibly thin, stretches over the bears. It doesn't have feet; it just glides. "Run," Davin breathes. Suddenly, the tunnel echoes with a wet, slapping

The frame blurs as they start to bolt. The audio is a mess of splashing water and heavy boots. Jake trips, the camera hitting the ground with a sickening crack . The lens is spider-webbed now, distorting the image. "Davin

"Look at the tag, Davin," Jake says, his voice trembling. He zooms in. Hanging from the bear’s neck is a hand-written cardboard slip. In jagged, frantic ink, it reads: PROPERTY OF J. DANIEL.