The Toy That Watched Back
He loved that toy. Slept with it, talked to it, played with it. But one night, his mother saw something terrifying — the toy was moving… on its own.
The Toy That Watched Back
It was a gift.
A fluffy red-and-yellow monkey toy with button eyes and stitched lips.
Little Hamza, only four, received it on his birthday.
He named it “Lallo.”
From the first day, he never let it go.
Took it to bed.
Shared his food.
Whispered secrets in its ear.
His parents smiled.
Until… things changed.
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Hamza started sleeping less.
He’d stare at the toy at night — not with joy, but like he was listening.
Sometimes, they’d hear him giggling alone at 2 AM.
Once, his mother, Sania, found him in the corner of his room.
Talking to the toy.
> “No, Lallo… not now. Ammi said no.”
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That night, she moved the toy to the shelf.
The next morning — it was back in Hamza’s bed.
She asked her husband. He denied moving it.
When asked, Hamza said:
> “Lallo doesn’t like the shelf. He comes down himself.”
Sania laughed nervously.
But began watching closely.
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One night, she stayed awake.
Around 3:10 AM, she peeked through Hamza’s door.
And saw something impossible.
Lallo the toy… was sitting upright.
Not leaning. Not fallen. Sitting.
Its stitched face turned directly toward Hamza.
She gasped and flicked on the light.
The toy flopped back like a normal stuffed animal.
But her heart didn’t calm.
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Over the next days:
Hamza began drawing strange figures — dark rooms, toys with red eyes, small handprints.
He said Lallo told him stories.
Once he whispered,
> “Lallo says I don’t need anyone else.”
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That evening, Sania took the toy and hid it inside a locked cupboard.
Hamza screamed the entire night.
Said he couldn’t breathe.
Said Lallo was calling him from the walls.
At 4 AM, the cupboard burst open on its own.
The lock was unbroken.
The toy… missing.
It was found next to Hamza’s bed.
Sitting upright again.
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Sania called a local aalim.
He entered the child’s room and instantly frowned.
> “There’s something inside the toy. Not a jinn, but something else. A naqis ruh — a broken soul.”
He recited over the toy.
The moment he reached Surah Al-Hashr — the toy shook.
Its button eye popped loose.
Hamza screamed:
> “DON’T HURT LALLO! HE’LL HURT YOU BACK!”
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The aalim performed ruqyah for hours.
Burned black seeds.
The toy didn’t burn — it melted, like wax.
And as it melted…
a small child’s voice whispered from within:
> “I just wanted to play… forever.”
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Hamza fainted.
When he woke, he asked,
> “Where’s my monkey?”
But didn’t remember its name.
Since then:
He sleeps peacefully.
Draws sunshine again.
Never talks to corners.
And Sania? She prays with her lights on.
Because once… just once…
She saw a shadow the shape of a small monkey crawl across the hallway wall.
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Because some toys…
aren’t meant to be hugged.
About the Creator
Noman Afridi
I’m Noman Afridi — welcome, all friends! I write horror & thought-provoking stories: mysteries of the unseen, real reflections, and emotional truths. With sincerity in every word. InshaAllah.
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