A Furby Never Dies. They Just Bide Their Time
[ranking: 3]
From Redditor /u/land_elk:
"I had a Furby that I loved for a few months, then I turned her off and set her up in my closet. I didn't want to give her away. She sat there, in view, with her eyes closed... for probably 4 years.
One day I open my closet door - her eyes are open. She blinked at me. Then I got rid of her."
Don't Buy A Self-Proclaimed "Haunted Furby"
[ranking: 9]
From Redditor /u/[deleted]:
"So my sister used to collect all these furbies. Hundreds. It was weird, but that's just her. One day she buys one on ebay. We thought it was joke, it said haunted furby. It was cheap enough so she went for it. Huge mistake. Strange things started happening after she got it... She started noticing some coming up missing. At first she blamed me, but after searching my room she begrudgingly dropped it. For a couple weeks furbys would come up missing without a trace. My sister had become depressed at the loss. One night I woke up. It was pitch black. I could hear something small moving out in the hallway. I gave a disgusted groan at the thought of rats. I got out of bed and grabbed my hockey stick. I felt my way to my door and just as I pulled it open I heard 'doo de doo eee eee eeeeee'
Still pitch black I could only see two robotic eyes at the floor. I yelled in shock and then gave a relieved laugh when I realized it was just a furby. Figuring my dog had been playing with it and thinking that I had figured out the case of the missing furbys I grabbed the toy and shuffeled to my sister's room to return the furry toy. I opened my sister's door, leaving the light off as not to wake her. Trying not to trip over anything, I slowly made my way to her furby shelf. I had just set it down and was making my way out of the room when I stepped on something hard. Biting my lip to keep from crying out in pain I looked down to see what I had stepped on. I couldn't make it out in the poor light. I bent over and picked it up. It was a furby head. Looking at the floor a little longer I discovered that her floor was littered with pieces of furbys everywhere. That's when I heard my sister's muffled cries. I looked at her only to see that she was tied up and gagged, with a terrified look behind me. 'oooooo ee ee ahhhhhh' was all I heard from behind me."
People May Be Terrified Of Furbies, But Birds Seem To REALLY Like Them
[ranking: 18]
From Redditor /u/[deleted]:
"When I was 10, there was nothing I wanted more than a Furby for my birthday. I finally got one, inside ~7 boxes, each smaller than the last. I freaking loved that thing. I had it for about a week, and was playing with it in the living room one day. Now, my mom had a bird. A ring-neck dove. Nobody liked the bird because it was annoying and laughed at you when you stubbed your toe. This bird was also a humper. He humped ornaments off the shelves and pictures off the wall. He tried to hump people's heads and tried to hump my infant nephew's toys.
But I digress; so I was playing with my Furby in the living room trying to teach the thing to talk when my mother lets the bird out of his cage for some exercise. The bird stops humping the landscape picture on the wall and locks eyes on my Furby. And then he dove for it. Not wanting to have my head humped, I ran, leaving my poor Furby on the floor. The bird found the Furby and went to town. I ran to get my brother to save it, but it was too late. By the time we got there, the bird was on a shelf and my Furby was left alone. My brother went to pick up the Furby and held me back. He called for my mother. Mother came with paper towels, wiped the Furby off, apologized, told me never to touch it again and stuck it in the bird cage for later use."
It's Raining Furbies
[ranking: 10]
From Redditor /u/derpahoo:
"In elementary school, I was invited to sleep over at my friend Sally's for her birthday. There were quite a few girls going, we were told everyone was going to sleep in the family room, and somehow I scored the couch. Now Sally loved Furbies, and above the couch was a shelf dedicated to them. There were a sh*t ton of Furbies in different shapes, sizes, and colors on that shelf. So the party is ok, everyone gets ready for bed, and I get comfortable on the couch. Fast forward a few hours, everyone is dead asleep, I myself am in a nice deep sleep. When suddenly the shelf breaks, the wooden part falling behind the couch, while the Furbies rain down on my sleeping form. Activated by whatever the f*ck activated Furbies, movement or sound or whatever, they come alive. I am awoken by a horde of Furbies, all over me, talking and moving and looking at me."
Furbies Have Feelings Too, You Know
[ranking: 6]
From Redditor /u/I_Can_Do_A_Cartwheel:
"So when I was abooooout let's say 7 or 8 I had two Furbys. A Mom Furby and baby Furby. One day my older brothers were f*cking around with the baby Furby throwing it up in the air over and over again until one of them eventually drops it. It ended up making some weird noises, closing it's eyes, and never turning back on. The Mom Furby apparently hears this, makes the EXACT SAME NOISES and then proceeds to die off as well. THE MOM FURBY DIED OF APPARENT SADNESS OVER THE DEATH OF HER CHILD. I changed the batteries in both numerous times and they never came back to life.
Anywho, Furbys have been a slightly traumatic experience for me."
Furby Language Is Straight Up Demonic
[ranking: 2]
From Redditor /u/Kagrenasty:
"I bought one and when someone bumped it off the table, after we set it up again it only spoke in the demonic, backwards English sounding, devil voice. It also functioned without batteries in it during the middle of the night.
Horrifying."
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