Furby: A Horror Story

It was a hot summer night when it all happened. In a simple, quiet house on the south side of Chicago. Three people: one mother, her daughter, and her daughter’s friend were having a fun night of games, movies and laughter. The two girls, who were no more than 8, sat in the mother’s room playing “WAR”, a card game they learned at school.

“Okay girls,” the mother said walking into the room. “It’s time for bed. It’s almost midnight!”

“But mom! The game was getting really good!” the daughter said.

“Nope, it’s time for bed girls. Let’s turn off the light and sleep.”

“I-I-I’m afraid of the d-d-d-dark.” The friend said fiddling with her hands.

“It’s okay, we can leave the hall light on, right mom?” the daughter said.

Furby...

“Sure.” The mother smiled and patted the bed for the two girls to start lying down. The daughter curled next to her mom and the friend lied at the other end of the bed with her face towards the hallway light. The house was silent and comforting. Yet it was too dark for the friend. Her brown eyes opened only just 2 hours after closing them and was being greeted by small brown eyes as big as a ping-pong ball sitting on the TV stand.

“Furby.”

“Hello?” The friend asked.

“Furby.”

“Brit, you Furby is awake.” The friend started shaking the girl who was curled up safely in her mother’s arms until her own eyes opened.

“What?” Brit said.

“Your Furby. It’s awake.”

Brit got out of bed and walked over to the small Furbie.

“All you got to do is turn him off. Then he won’t mess with you anymore.” Brit lifted the small robotic toy upside down and switched it off. “There, now let’s go back to sleep.” The friend nodded her head and went back to sleep at the end of the bed. Only minutes later did she hear the word “Furby” start to echo in her head. She switched positions in the bed, thinking it was a dream, until she heard the voice become louder.

“Furby.”

“Brit! It’s on again!” the friend screamed.

Brit and her mother woke up and stared straight where the toy usually stayed but didn’t see it.

“Wait where did it go?” Brit said as she started to get out the bed again.

“Furby, Furby.”

“It couldn’t just walk off!” the mother said. The friend stayed in the bed, refusing to move where she sat. She never understood the true meaning behind the toy. It looked like a cross between an owl and one of those creatures from the movie The Gremlins. The toy ran on batteries and it just said, “Furby” when ever you moved your hand in front of it. But the fact that Brit had turned the toy off and yet it was still on and now missing did not sit well with the friend. There was something more to the Furby.

“Found it!” The mother said. She walked back into the room with Brit right behind her. The mother, with a screwdriver, took the batteries out of the toy and place the toy back at it’s spot by the TV. “Okay girls, let’s go back to sleep now.” The mother and daughter climbed back into the bed and drifted off to sleep. The friend sat quickly on the bed, afraid to close her eyes. She watched the Furby, with it’s eyes now closed and sat quietly eloped in the darkness. Then she saw the toy widen it’s eyes. It’s head turned, which it was not able to do, and said, “Furby likes to eat children.”

Furby is watching you...

The friend screamed and ran out the room and to her friend’s room where her overnight bag stayed. She had to get out and quick. Then she heard Brit’s piercing scream echo throughout the house followed by the mother’s. The friend grabbed her bag and ran down stairs where she found the little monster waiting for her, it’s ears moving up and down.

“Furby likes to eat humans.”

“Please, leave me alone! I have a future ahead of me!”

“Furby.”

“Please stop!”

“Furby.”

“No I beg you!

“Furby.”

And then there was silence.

Furby is your friend...

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