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

Jake turns the camera around. The flashlight mounted on top of the lens cuts a narrow path through the dark. For a second, the light catches something small and brown sitting in the middle of the tunnel. A .

"Jake," Davin whispers, his voice suddenly hollow. "Why is there another one?" TGS - Jake Daniel, Teddy Bear, Davin Strong.mp4

The video cuts to black. Two seconds of silence pass before a final burst of audio plays: the sound of a child’s pull-string toy being tugged. “I love you,” a tiny, mechanical voice chirps. The file ends. Jake turns the camera around

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. Two seconds of silence pass before a final

"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.

"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.