Haunted by Trinnity Y., 810

It’s been 15 years, but I still regret what happened at the city that night. It wasn’t supposed to play out that way.
I had just received a singing donkey, or what seems like a reindeer from a student. I mean, it’s cute and all but I can’t help but realize the way its black soulless eyes staring into the deep abyss that is supposed to be my soul. Jingle, jingle, the bells rang as I carried it to my room. I placed it on my bookshelf and decided it would be best to leave it there. Having about a hundred tests to grade, I went back to the living room and started to grade.
Wow, so many silly mistakes. I swear that I wrote silly mistakes on like half of these tests. I can’t believe these kids, how many times did I say that they need to be careful? I felt a brush against my feet and realized that it was Mr.Fluffles. Sighing, I was too lazy to go back to my room to sleep and decided that it was fine to sleep on the couch.
I suddenly woke up, and judging from the darkness of outside, I woke up in the middle of the night. Again. Instead of silence filling the apartment, there was a murmur of noise. It was probably Mr.Fluffles. She’s probably hungry, in the middle of the night yes. I got up and realized that Mr.Fluffles was sleeping right next to me. Wait, what was the noise then? I walked towards my room and the noise got louder. Slowly opening the door, I was faced with the donkey/reindeer staring at me, singing jingle bells.
How did it manage to sing? It would only sing if someone pressed on its toe. What? It was probably a malfunction and I was too tired to solve any mysteries. I plopped down on my bed and slowly drifted to sleep.
Jingle bell jingle bell, jingle all the way. The familiar voice rang in the room. It reminded me of a certain person, I couldn’t put my finger on who though. I woke up, once again, and saw that the reindeer/donkey was now facing towards me, and not the door.
Oh my god, this thing must be haunted. Is what I thought. I took the reindeer/donkey and decided to throw it out. Quickly grabbing my jacket and rushing through the door, I quickly walked towards the dumpster behind the building. I threw the plush into the dumpster and returned to my apartment. I needed my sleep after all.
Ring ring ring ring, my alarm rang. Groaning, I didn’t want to go to work. I did not get much sleep with that haunted reindeer/donkey. I rolled over to my left and saw that the plush was sitting on my bookshelf, with its head tilted in a way that heads should never turn. Didn’t I already throw it out? Was it a dream?
Why did you do that? It’s a bit rude to throw someone out you know, but you wouldn’t realize that. Afterall, you hid your past, afraid that it will come to haunt you once more. But face it, you killed that man at the lake. No one else did, you did.
“No! No!” I shouted at the reindeer. That wasn’t true. That can’t be true. No, no no no no no. My head swarmed with a rush of thoughts and I couldn’t take it anymore. I took the plushie and threw it out the window. However, in the process, I lost my balance and fell on the floor. I turned to my right and realized that there was a pool of blood next to me.

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