Logan Scott Creepypasta: Help Me

I am Justin Mitchell, and I loved dinosaurs. I collected toys. Now, as an adult, I am a paleontologist. One day, on my spare
time, I went to my basement, and started digging through the toys from my childhood. I quit after a while so I could finish
getting those T-Rex bones in Montana, of which I live in. The next day, I had the Tyrannosaurus mounted in my garage, because
I didn't want to give it to the museum. I decided that I should back into the basement. It was a dumb idea, because I've already found
all of the toys, or so I thought. I went there and saw a new toy. It looked like a Baryonx. It was a blackish color with yellow stripes, with a marking the
said "Help Me". It was strange, but I thought it was the tag, and maybe it was a baby toy that you could take care of, and it would say "Help Me!". I remembered my friend, Joe, who had a son that
died at birth. So I went to Joe's place to ask if he wanted to  come over to see the T-Rex skeleton. When we got there, his mind wandered off as usual, he went back into the basement. I had to follow him
and say, "HEY!! What about the Tyrannosaurus". He didn't respond. When I walked into the basement, all the toys  were marked with "Help Me". I shrieked. The baby toy started yelping "Junior, Junior".
Wasn't that the name of Joe's son? Then the toy left, along with the others. It went into the kitchen. I screamed in terror when I saw Junior and the toys crying.
Junior, who is what i'm calling the baby toy said, "I've been taking care of these kids for so long. When they died I put them in the souls of the dinosaurs. The basement's owner has never entered, and now he might interfere
with my plans! I must kill him! These kids need to be safe!". It was all clear, the baby toy wrote Help Me because he was scared after his death, he possesed the toy and helped other dead children as dinosaur toys. But how would he be intelligent enough to do that, as being
he's a baby. I bet he heard me speaking, and eventually raised his IQ, he probably should of been gifted, but died. But where was Joe, then I heard a door close. He left before he saw anything peculiar! This is terribl-.
"Yes, now my friends, we are safe, nobody knows our plan, and I, Junior, shall continue helping the dead, and haave them posess toys, so we can live in peace! My possesion is the  most helpful thing I've ever done."
"R.I.P. Justin Mitchell, 1989-2015."