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i still have a gremlins furby!~ my mom LOVES gizmo and she collects furbies so its just the best thing to her o3o
For those who don’t know how cute the Gizmo Furby is:
2/2 My friend goes out into the hallway because it’s obvious my dad is doing it and she starts screaming her head off. Me and my sister run out into the hallway and the furby is HANGING FROM THE CHANDELIER WITH DEAD EYES. We basically flip and tear down the stairs. I’m laughing so hard I’m crying. The furby is literally just hanging there, I’m dying, my friend is crying, my sister is screaming. We find my dad laughing in the other room. My dad (obviously) set the whole thing up. It still has no batteries. Wish me luck.
1/2 So today my eight year old sister had a birthday party, and what does she get, a FURBY. Her friend gave it to her because she knows I’m afraid of it. So me and my younger sister and my friend are sitting on the ground looking at this furby because we couldn’t get the batteries in. We somehow got my sister to be afraid of it and so we took it downstairs. Next thing we know my dad yells “Why are the lights flickering?” and we see the light in our hallway flickering.
This blog is awesome ! But I wish your followers could submit more true stories, if you know what I mean. I like the crazy ones too though don't take me wrong people.
Truer words have never been spoken on this blog.
I'll give you a nickle if you tickle my pickle
So I was looking up furbys because my friends sister wants one then I came across multiple scary stories of them and shit, and omg. I’m under a can we not. My computer froze and it spazzed out like..I wasn’t even touching it. THEN I look over and I saw one of my porcelain dolls move. Can you say scary?
So my friend was over and she had just bought the newest furby that was out which would’ve been the 2012 version. We were down stairs playing with it and we were 12 years old at the time so we weren’t little kids we knew what was up. We were looking up how to change it’s personality and we had changed it from valley girl to musical and so on. We eventually turned it evil and after a while we tried to turn it nice again. Well while we were trying to turn it back, it did it’s little evil laugh and turned off my whole surround sound tv system, including our one box that never turns off. We got so creeped out we ran upstairs and hid from it. When she had to leave I told her she could never bring that possessed thing back into my house again.
omg yes I've been waiting to find this blog for like ever xD
We’ve been waiting for you.
I had 2 furbys, a purple one and a grey one, when I was about 5 or 6. I loved them to death. I used to hate sleeping with any stuffed animal except for my furbys. I slept with them until I was about 9, then I was done with them. They were basically in shreds because I took them everywhere and did everything with them. I was getting rid of a bunch of things at that time, so I put the furbys on the very top shelf because I still wanted to keep them because they were important to me as a kid, and I do have problems with letting go of things that were once my whole world. I took the batteries out so I didn’t have to listen to them talk or anything. About a month after I put them on the self, the purple one starting screaming so damn loud. It scared the shit out of me. My mum told me to take the batteries out, but I already had a month ago. I went and grabbed it and threw it into my garage. I stopped at the doorway for a couple of seconds, just watching it. It’s eyes started to glow red and stopped screaming, them mumbled something like “no no no no I will no no no no I will not” and rolling around with its glowing red eyes. Then I slammed the door shut and locked it then ran upstairs. The grey one was sitting on my bed and it said “I seeeeeee youuuuuuu” then laughed like a maniac. It started to roll around on my bed and got the glowing red eyes too. I threw that one in the garage minutes later.
When I was 11 we moved. I unpacked all my boxes, and in the last box were just the two furbys. At the same time they said “its dark in here”, laughed like maniacs, got the glowing red eyes again, said “its not over yet” then screamed until I threw them down the sewer.