It wasn't alive, it shouldn't have been able to move at all let alone offer her an open-mouthed smile full of discoloured teeth as she walked by her late aunt's flower shop. They found her face down in a pool of her own blood, surrounded by broken glass and carefully arranged flowers - all golden like a halo.
The police didn't manage to find where the broken glass used to slit her throat came from but there was blood on her seven foot tall teddy bear's paws. The same bear that was locked in a staring contest with her niece, the thin glass separating them quietly creaking as the teddy pushed against it with both stained paws.
She couldn't have moved if she'd wanted to. Not with how intensely it stared at her through powder blue eyes that always reminded her of her grandfather's watery gaze. He vanished a short while after arguing with her aunt and uncle, sending them the teddy as an apology and never being seen again.
All those years of wondering why it gave her that creeping feeling of familiarity now suddenly snapping into place as she uttered a near silent "Grandpa?". Her breath gently fogged the glass that no longer creaked as arms were lowered and the head began to nod.
She told the police that when she'd gone to sort through her late aunt's belongings she noticed an awful smell coming from inside the bear and wondered if the murderer had stashed their weapon inside it. What they found instead were human remains, fairly well preserved too.
His eyes had been wide open all this time and finally he could be laid to rest.
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