It's the strangest thing the eyes seem to almost glow red. When I flipped the little jerk over to take the batteries out, imagine my horror upon making the discovery there were no batteries!
This is so creepy, what could the power source possibly be?
The Furby made it clear in broken English mixed with Latin growls if I get rid of it I am doomed. So I tried hiding it in my dresser but he found his way back out again, onto my bed.
Yesterday when I woke up, the Furby was sitting on my night table glaring at me. Also I am not intoxicated. Which might help though, given the circumstances.
I can't have a priest enter the house. & Removing the Furby is not an option it keeps trying to bite me whenever I approach it with a cloth sack. I can hear it laughing manically right now as I type this. Oh god, I think it's scuttling towards me.
What would you do if what started as an innocent gift, turned out to be your worst nightmare; Should I have an exorcism performed or sue the makers?
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