Creepypastas

Furby

You know that name don't you? It's infamous, and carries a certain expectation. You've heard stories of it, I'm sure of that much, and you may have a story of your own. Something you don't know though, is my experience.

First of all, I never had a Furby, I was never that silly to own one, but I did have a friend, and he was indeed silly. We would always hang out after school, going over to my house and talk about things going on in our life. Sometimes vegging out in front of video games.

"Guess what!" He said to me one day. It was just as we walked into my house.

"What?" I asked.

"You know those Furby things?"

I already knew where this was going, but I had the curiosity any kid would. "You didn't did you?"

He nodded. "I did, I wanted to see if the stories were true!"

"And?"

He sighed, "No, there's nothing freaky about my Furby. It just keeps asking how I am doing, and if I want a hug."

"Do you give it a hug?"

"I wouldn't tell you if I did!" He replied, sticking out his tongue.

He didn't show up to school the next day, but it was later revealed he had caught the flu, so he was out for a while. I had missed my friend, and had accumulated quite a few things that I had to tell him. I knew he had stories as well. The very first day he came back, I jumped on him with conversation. "Hey, long time no see!" I shouted to him across the hall.

He jumped, as though startled, and then went into his classroom without looking back.

Yeah he came home with me. I thought he might have been trying to avoid me, and that may have been his intent, but he couldn't break such a habit like that. Too far ingrained. "So, how have you been, with the flu and all?"

He shrugged. "Not doing too bad. Didn't help that I was stuck in one room for a week."

Since our last conversation, I had done my research on Furbies, I was kind of fascinated with him owning one. I kind of felt like I could bust a myth, whether or not they do as people clam. "So, how's that Furby?" I asked him. "Is it doing anything weird yet?"

He shock his head. Nothing scary." I felt like this was a white lie, his face turned a whiter shade of pale. "Though like I said, it doesn't help that I was stuck in one room with it for so long. I guess it did do a few weird things."

Now I was excited, fascinated even. As a kid I thought I had ground breaking material that I could tell all of my friends about. "Oh, do tell."

He paused, gathering his thoughts. I didn't think he needed a break for such a light conversation. "At first, it kept asking if I was okay, and every time I told it I was sick. After a while, it stopped and instead asked about you."

"Me?" I asked, raising a brow.

"Weeelll, not really. It only said friend. How's your friend."

"That's not nearly as cool."

"Yeah, but then it asked if you were okay, and if it could meet you."

I chuckled. "Maybe it should."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, my parents aren't going to be home tonight. You should bring it over and spend the night."

"My parents wont allow that."

"Don't tell them mine aren't home. You're parents aren't all that cautious."