I was walking home from school on the sidewalk, my friend followed beside me as we were talking about toys. “Yeah, my dad said he’s getting me a Furby so yours can interact with it!” I said with a confident tone.
“Heck yeah!” My friend yelled back with a hand raise and a fist. I laughed. Once we got to the side walk we branched away, my friend went left and I went forward, I arrived at my house. As I walked to my room I gasped as I saw a bright blue Furby with yellow and red swirls on its back, I squealed as I dropped my bag and immediately played with it.
Once it was 10:00AM I tucked myself in bed as my Furby remained on my shelf in front of
me. I yawned and fell asleep a few minutes later, but when I woke my Furby was on the ground admitting a loud high pitched screeching noise, I covered my ears as I ran to my parents' room to wake them up. My dad got up then went in my room and threw the Furby in the trash, I was afraid the next night so I cuddled my covers until I heard small rushing steps, “uh- h-hello? Anybody there...?” I call out as I was shaking under the covers.
“Do dee dooo! Eee eee” I heard a voice...that was my Furby speaking! What was it doing out of the trash? I squeezed my body tightly still under the covers, I hear my door creak open as light shone in, I saw a small shadow - it was the Furby. As it came in sweat trickled down my face as I gulped in fear, I feel something hard crawl and sit on my feet, it was larger than a regular Furby so I look and it was my Furby...the patterns were now black with red fur and purple eyes, it had sharp teeth and the beak was bigger plus stronger. The Furby stared down at me as I screamed it lunged at me, I ran around in my room as it still attacked, moments later I couldn’t see anything and it was black...I was dead.
The End
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