Possessed

A decent birthday present (updated)

When i got to the old ladys house all i can smell is perfume mixed in with febreze cuz i guess her house stinks alot.

I was about to sneeze but i held it in cuz i didn't want the lady to think I'm possessed and take me back to the store...even though i am possessed.

Well i am haunting the plush but i technically am the plush now,and if I'm gonna be a birthday present I'm gonna have to stay like that.

For what seems like a very short day i sit in that bag and i just look at the bottom. Well i can't move. I can never move anymore. Considering my new life is going to be a kids plush toy.

Well i don't need to move cuz where would i go? I don't need to go anywhere. I don't need anything.

Atleast I'm not bothering my siblings anymore. What would they think if they knew that me and mom was dead? Would they be scared? Would they be sad?

They would definitely be sad without mom around...but me? I bet they could barely tell the difference. Why am i still thinking about this? What time is it anyway?

I listen to see if theres anyone around and i check the modern clock on the wall of this ladys house. 8:34 AM.

Why the heck does it even matter anyway. It's not like i have places to go. But when is this kids birthday? Today? Tomarrow? Next month? I still don't know why im asking all this stuff. I guess I'm just tired of how this house smells.

My question is answered when i feel the bag getting picked up and i hear the front door open and close as sunlight comes to my button eye. I guess we're going now. I guess the old lady likes to walk since she didn't go in her car to go to the house but she walked there.

When we finally got there,there was music playing,there was alot of balloons from what I've seen,and alot of screaming kids.

Thats what i don't get though. There always has to be that one kid screaming at a party. Always.

I don't think i was ever that kid. I always sat with my cousins and talked to them about how school is going and their favriote TV shows,now they would scream.

Anyway, i guess i was put down on the present table because i felt the bag being put down again and a bunch of adult chatter.

I would check out the scene but then again,possessed toy? Gets sent back and burnt to a crisp...probably...thats what they do to haunted toys,right? I don't know. But i guess it doesn't matter because I'm not moving. I'll just sit here...for probably an hour...fudge...