YOUUUUU’RE SPECIAL!!!!!<\/em><\/p>\n*Eyes wide* Now I KNOW I just turned that thing off!!!<\/p>\n
I took it into the room next door and burried it in a toy box under a load of other toys. It was freaking me out!!<\/p>\n
I also didn’t turn the movie back on.<\/p>\n
I did call my Jerk-Ex crying though.<\/p>\n
I spoke to the woman I was babysitting for and told her about it, that there must be a faulty wire in it or something. She said she’s never heard it make noise on it’s own like that before. I told her I burried it and asked that she keep it burried for a while, at least until after I had left for Toronto.<\/p>\n
The next Monday I arrived back at her house, ready to start another week. I noticed a new toy on the sofa, a stuffed Barney doll… cute.<\/p>\n
I (again… foolishly) decided to try to watch the rest of my movie.<\/p>\n
Once again about a half hour passes and I hear:<\/p>\n
*BEEP BEEP* WATCH OUT!!! <\/em> – It’s coming from a toy on the floor which looks like a car with a giant steering wheel on the top. It was by other toys so I thought maybe it rolled into them and I didn’t notice.<\/p>\nI get up and move the toy into a better position, making sure it won’t roll anywhere and isn’t touching any other toys.<\/p>\n
Before I even got my butt back in the chair …<\/p>\n
YOU’RE MY BEESSSSSSST FRIEND!!!!<\/em><\/p>\nHoly fuck, it’s Barney!<\/p>\n
I didn’t even touch the Barney doll, I just sank slowly into my chair and thought if I ignored it maybe I could forget it happened. Maybe there’s some weird surge going through the house, maybe the owners are playing some cruel trick on me, maybe the dolls are fucked up because the parents are paranoid and installed nanny-cams in them!<\/p>\n
“Nana… is that you? If it is, make the lights blink!”<\/em><\/p>\nI didn’t REALLY think my dead grandmother was haunting me… I mean, she loved me to death. If she was able or willing to haunt me I think she’d find a way to do it without scaring the bejesus out of me and making me hate stuffed toys forever.<\/p>\n
…. but still, I had to ask.<\/p>\n
The lights didn’t blink.<\/p>\n
No, I didn’t expect that they would… but it would have been cool if they did.<\/p>\n
Everything seemed fine for a little while, but then it began…<\/p>\n
*BEEP BEEP*!! WATCH OUT!!
\nYOUUUUU’RE SPECIAL!!
\nYOU’RE MY BESSST FRIEND!!
\nYOUUUU’RE SPECIAL!!
\nI LOVE YOU!!
\nYOUUUUU’RE SPECIAL!!
\n*BEEP BEEP*!! WATCH OUT!!
\nYOUUUUU’RE SPECIAL!!
\nYOU’RE MY BESSST FRIEND!!<\/em><\/p>\n******* SCREAM *******<\/strong><\/p>\nI was up and over the stairs like a bat out of hell!<\/p>\n
I phoned Jerk-Ex, waking him up and demanding he come over IMMEDIATELY. Of course by the time he got there nothing was happening… He stayed with me until 4pm when the mother came home and I explained to her what happened.<\/p>\n
She phoned me that night and told me someone else would be looking after the baby from then on.<\/p>\n
I don’t know if she got rid of me because she thought I was a fruitcake, or because I discovered that her house is full of evil angry spirits.<\/p>\n
Maybe she was an axe murderer and I’m like the chick in Medium, only too stupid to get it… and she was worried that I’d find the body. OoooOOOoo!<\/p>\n
I’ll never know.<\/p>\n
Do you believe in ghosts?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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