Your art was so lovely you are mad if you think you're not getting a pin. Full vid here people, it's gorgeous: ruclips.net/video/hLPDK81taUM/видео.html
I love how he says "maybe the true monsters were us all along" and then we get one final frame of the "I once shoved a tow dinosaur head first in my rear" screenshot
Not a furby story, but my little sister got a Skrållan when she was younger. For those of you blissfully unaware of what a Skrållan is, it's a doll about 40 - 50 cm tall with a voicebox. And not only was it able to talk, some genius gave it the ability to laugh and *SCREAM* So, for the first week or so of her having the doll it was common to be woken up in the middle of the night to any of the following, loud as all hell screaming and I think crying too, weird as fuck voice lines the most memorable of which being (in swedish) "daddy I want meatballs!" Or one of the more creepy ones such as "come and play with me!", and my favourite... *the laughter* which btw sounded exactly like a child. I would be hearing it trough the wall, sometimes it would start quietly and get louder until it suddenly stopped and other times it would just start abruptly at the highest volume, same with the screaming (presumably crying too) After that week my parents thankfully took out the voicebox. But the doll still remains to this day, and uhh, it's been a few years and it has certainly seen better days. It might have lost the ability to make sound but it makes up for that by looking extremely creepy instead. It's losing limbs, they're hanging on my mere threads at this point and mom has had to sew them back on a few times, and it's nearly decapitated. The only reason it has been able to keep it's head for so long is because dad used a zip tie to keep it in place. Not to mention the hair looks like that of a homeless hag who has been living in a swamp for a decade. It's skin is all greasy and discolored. And it's eyes.... the eyelids are broken, so they don't move in unison. Meaning one eye can be wide open and the other half closed... A few times after that the voicebox would sound on it's own, despite the need for a big button to be pressed for it to activate a line. So we had to remove the batteries as well.
Your story is the first one to make me actually feel scared lmao- the others in the comment section kinda just made me laugh, btw super terrifying and if I heard even one scream when I was little I would have started crying my eyes out and started running away
@@rot_draws yea, that would be a reasonable reaction. I don't remember exactly how I reacted, but I was definitely extremely scared and startled, at least the first couple times. I won't even touch the doll nowadays, but that's just because she's disgusting. (My sister sometimes terrorizes me with it, chasing me, trying to trow it at me so it'd touch me, etc. Just thinking about the doll makes me imagine that rattling sound the eyelids would make if it was shaken) But back then I would sometimes sleep in my sister's room to keep her company when our parents weren't home. Back then the eyes worked as they were supposed to, most of the time, and closed when the doll was laying down. But sometimes they wouldn't, meaning I had this doll staring at me trying to sleep. Or they would work when we went to sleep, and then I'd wake up and it would be staring at me. If I had a sleep paralysis demon, there's a big chance Skrållan would be it
I may find the overzealous religious responses to those toys cringe-inducing, but I've gotta admit it sure feels like they're on to something without the electrical engineering context; toys that can barely power their own audio chips and somehow pick up radio waves from unrelated broadcasts make for showings that are pretty damn close to classic demonic experiences.
I had a fingerling that got waterlogged and when I tried to turn it on it just kept saying "het, het, het, het, het" in a demonic voice repeatedly until I turned it off.
When I was a kid, I had a rocking horse that sang to you if you pressed on its ear. Several years later, it started activating in the middle of the night. Think demon kind of voice. My mother was walking past it in the middle of the night and it activated and started singing (more like growling demonically) "IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMM AAAAAAAA LITTLE POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONYYYYYYYYYY! CLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-" And she thought someone had broken in or something
Theory: Because Furbies (old ones) could receive radio signals, someone running a pirate radio station could have been transmitting stuff to your Furby and causing some of this cursed behavior.
Have ya heard this before YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!! K-KAYDEN PLEASE DON’T HURT MEEEEEEEEEEEE I-I DONT WANNA DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! - Lilia screaming in pain as this blunt mettle pole got driven through her by a lift. Lilia is one of my characters. Edit: I changed her death… let’s just say… scissors.
The lightsaber thing is about accurate for anyone /actually/ in a fight with lightsabers. Imagine, hot plasma blade coming at your head, you would scream anything else.
OH BOY DO I HAVE A GOOD ONE FOR YOU- My Furby Boom who I named “Way-boe” (no idea what the translation is) when I was 10, stopped working after a while, as the batteries kept dying. After years, I had put new batteries in it (bad decision) to show to my friend. So it started working again, making the usual gurgle and hee hee sounds. A year later it no longer turned on, so I thought it was dead. I had taken it out of my closet and left it on my desk, as I was cleaning out my room. The next three proceeding nights around 3 am, he went off in a deep manly voice saying “hhhhhhhhhh, oh, helLo, it’s Wayboe timeee” with its digital eyes lighting up my whole dang room. I put it in another room so it wouldn’t bother me, but I could still here it’s manly voice through the wall-
I genuinely don't want this series to end, so here's my contribution in hopes of a part 3: One time I had a doll which would play a song when you pressed its hand, one day it was accidentally put through the wash, which made the song into a distorted mess that would play at random times, and there was no way to remove the batteries, so it continued to haunt my family for about half a year before they ran out. I think I might find a way to get it working again so it can continue its reign of terror.
When I was 10 my parents left a baby monitor in my room so that I could talk to them if I had a nightmare (which was a frequent occurrence back then) but it ran on a radio signal, meaning it could tune in to other baby monitors, or just other radio based devices. The noises we heard ranged from babies sobbing, to grown men shouting, to distorted screaming. Another ‘keep you up at night’ story unrelated to malfunctioning technology, a fox was outside my house making loud human-like breathing noises. I couldn’t sleep until my 90 year old neighbour ran outside yelling horrific language at it until it ran off. I was 6.
Literally just last night my wife and I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of metal scraping in a way similar to, say, a knife being unsheathed. I have no idea what it was an I would assume I had been dreaming if she hadn't said something about it first and described the sound exactly. I don't know of any devices in my house that could make that sound, I've never heard it at night before, and since I was half asleep I couldn't quite tell if it was inside or outside. Maybe it was the window AC unit.
My 10th grade math teacher had like 50 furbies all over her classroom. They were literally everywhere. They never turned on by themselves or anything, but they did start going missing without anyone taking responsibility for it. May have just been someone taking them one by one for some reason, but it gets a chuckle out of me when I think about it.
Probably a weird ass hobby they had. Teachers occasionally have those obsessions, and when it involves collectibles it doesn’t matter what it is it’s just a little weird. One of my teachers liked to collect religious things like rosaries or statues of Mary and Jesus and put it all over the room. Yes it was a Catholic school but it’s still too damn freaky to have the Virgin Mary and God’s son staring into your soul like they’re judging you while you take a test, let alone 10 of them at a time. We don’t think about it but any weirdo on the internet can be a teacher or any kind of authority figure who works with kids.
I used to spend Halloween at my grandmother's house. She had this motion detecting witch she would put outside that held the candy bowl. When you walked past it, it was supposed to say "Happy Halloween Children!" in a high pitched playful voice and then cackle. Eventually the batteries started to die and when you walked past it, it would just go -in the most terrifying battery dying voice you can imagine- "Chiiiiiildreeeeeennn" followed by slow, distorted, mechanical laughter from Satan himself. To make matters worse my grandmother was a preschool teacher so most of our trick or treaters were from her class. I'll never forget the screams of terror from all the poor 3 year olds dressed as Elsa as they stumbled away from this hellish beast trying in vain to escape with thier lives.
Once had a toy train that would magnetically connect to station cars and go around a track. One day, my brother water-boarded it in a bathtub. My toy would sing a happy go lucky tune every time you touched its button. For 2 years it would sing a distorted, slowed down version of the tune with a crackling radio interference. Never got a toy with a voice box ever again.
@@MailMainbutnot I forgot the brand, but I remember it had bright colors and was smaller than most others. I believe it may have been fisher price. But still I'm not sure
@@thatotherrandomfloridian9456 I think your talking about those thomas the tank engine wooden toys! They are classics when it comes to talking about childhood.
None of my battery powered toys really freaked out like that (at least, not that I can remember). But I have had other electrical appliances glitch out- like the radio in my old car would change channels randomly, especially during the fall for some reason. I remember a specific time where it changed the channel and I said "no, go back, I liked that song" and it _listened_ to me
no no, see, furbys are like imps, they're small and fuzzy and unpredictable, mischievous little demons. I remember having to be exposed to the influence of the boohbahs as a kid. They're like a pit fiend that decided to shrink itself, morbidly obese under their fursuits and yet still with folds of loose skin outside of it. They aren't as transparently chaotic evil as furbys, but it's just because they learned to mimic teletubbies. They even had themselves a tv show where they would fly around with some eldritch power, scream through their fursuits, ruin someone's day and then return to their extradimensional bubble. I would trust a furby ducttaped to a butcher's knife more than a boohbah within a half-mile radius. I don't recall if the toy had it but the show had them routinely use the sound of a zipper unzipping...
When I was younger, I had something similar to a Furby called a "Hatchimal". Basically imagine a Furby that hatched out of an egg and you had the option to turn it off. These things didn't speak English, they instead just made random noises. Anyways I brought it to school one time and brought to the playground. Hatchimals have different modes, so we did the game mode, only for us to loose and it responded with something that sounded like: " AWWWW FUCK!!" The teachers then put the hatchimal in timeout for the rest of recess.
I had one too! It sucked. I'm gonna try to not be too mean about it in case it's still lurking around my house- what, i'm paranoid ok Mine would never turn off, its eyes would display the incorrect colours for it's emotions, and uh... i think one time it went cross eyed
I used to have hatchimals too! Was always more obsessed with furbies when I was younger, but it was fun watching the hatchimals hatch and find out what they are.
Ngl, i know everyone hates furbies, but just seeing all of this stories makes me want to have one, or had one back in the day. Such of adventures u would have everyday with a little semi-demon robot who is constantly at one step of gaining self awareness.
A few years ago, my mom got me an Annoying Orange plush she found at our local thrift store. She walked in my room, lobbed it at my head, and left. It was supposed to make sounds but for some reason, I was having trouble activating it and assumed the batteries were dead. About 2 years later, I was stumbling around in my room in the dark and accidentally stepped on it. It shouted "Hey Apple!" and it scared me so badly I nearly shat myself. The following week, I gave it to a stoner kid that was in my class.
Imagine you're going to go to bed bc its 3AM and you woke up to take a sip of water, then you go to your bed, and after some minutes you wake up with someone saying "HEY APPLE".
Oh boy, here’s mine. Once my sister had a furby, and usually this is a common thing to happen, but it would just scream sometimes at night. It once woke my sister up when it screamed at about 2 In the morning, and she screamed for a bit out of fear, waking me up. The second scary thing that happened was when we were on a family picnic, and there were lots of people there, and after awhile, the police came. We got scared because the police said they heard screaming and crying from the trunk of our car. My mom, being very confused, checked the trunk, and saw the furby just screaming at the top of its non existent lungs…
My friend had one of those singing fish things that would normally say “don’t worry be happy” but out of nowhere it started saying “don’t worry” and the devolving into demonic cackling
I actually have an explanation for the "random voice line I've never heard before" phenomenon. Maybe, the ROM chip that stores all the audio actually contains that voice line, but it's unused in the toy's firmware, so it normally never triggers, but the bugs caused by undervolting the microcontroller as the batteries die cause it to read the wrong address in ROM, and read one of those unused voice lines.
Back in 3rd grade I had a sudden obsession with Furby's, and one day I lost it, never to be seen again. Until 5th grade, after we'd redone my room and thrown out all of the old stuff that preteen Nooby didn't think was cool, we heard a sound from a *formerly* empty drawer, and there was that godforsaken owl. I know it's probably just coincidences, but I could swear it only ever acted creepy when something bad was destined to happen. First Incident: "LETS PLAY HIDE AND SEEK" *CRACKHEAD BANGING ON DOOR TRYING TO GET IN TO FIND 'BERT' 10 MINUTES LATER* Two: "Heheheheheh" *falls off of shelf and lands on my foot* [In defense of the Furby, this "shelf" was 4 cinderblocks and 2 wooden planks] It had a random spout of activity in my closet between March-November 2019 And finally, the night before my grandma passed away *It sang.*
One night after a drinking session my mate found an Iggle Piggle from In The Night Garden and when you pressed it's belly it would sing a little song . He put it on the shelf and forgot about it for about a year until it fell off the shelf and somehow malfunctioned as in it wouldn't shut up . He gave it to his neighbours dog who stared at it for a minute then tore the thing to shreds .
I am 100% convinced that Furbies were made to be a lot more complicated than people think, and certainly a lot more than a normal toy. The fact that it can pick up radio frequencies and how there's so many stories of furbies reacting to SPECIFIC environments (darkness, certain sounds like jazz or other music, stuff like that) makes me think that every single furby manufactured was made to be slightly different. I genuinely wish I could have a furby from the 1990's, that shit was probably significantly more cursed than whatever these furby connects are now and they were probably also really interesting.
The Goofy analogy actually makes sense. The original Furbies were voiced by Tony Pope who actually voiced Goofy in several pieces of media, including Who Framed Roger Rabbit.
I didn't have anything like a furby, but one day a deep droning sound came from my room. I never heard anything like it and it was frightening. Turned out it was my ancient digital alarm clock/radio, vibrating violently, close to the resonant frequency of the wooden table it sat on. I must have accidentally put it into alarm mode instead of radio....which somehow broke something else. Whenever the alarm time was changed, that thing would go off in regular intervals until the set time was reached, essentially just keeping you awake all night. On every subsequent day it would work perfectly, as long as you didn't change the alarm time. I still have no clue what happened.
After it said “Maybe the monsters were truly us all along” Then silently fades to “one time i shoved a tow dinosaur head first in my rear” I almost died of laughing
I had a horrible doll thing, it was blue, had purple Eyes, and bright green lips. It was supposed to sing the "skitamaringy dingy di skitaramiringy do I love you! I love you in the evening underneath the moon skitamaringy dingy di skitamaringy doooooo I love you!" But instead all it says is "I love your skin"
Me and my sister both got furbys nearly 9 years ago. She lost her's a long time ago but mine I last saw about a year ago in the entryway closet at are old house. But a few years earlier, my furby was stuck in this angry demon like mode. Me and my sister called it: "The Angry Eyes" mode. And one day after trying to get it out of that mode, (and dropping it a lot) when it would turn on, it would act normal until it would shut off randomly without the usual sound effects and movement to show that it was sleeping. In other words, it would have it's eyes black without it's eyelids closed. I forgot to mention that it's voice sounded a little bit like Waluigi, and would always go: DOO DA, DEH! DOO DA, DEHDUHDEHDUH!!
I had a Sally talks a lot (I think that's what it was called) a doll that read stories by running the metal sensor on one of its hands over a magnetic strip on the books it came with. Somewhere in my childhood I lost the books and this doll doesn't talk otherwise so a few years later still had the doll but it was in the back of my closet. When out of nowhere it starts reading out loud in the middle of the night but its voice got more and more distorted. Threw her out that night. Same house but my dad who was a paramedic in his twenties had collected emergency vehicles that flashed lights while making noise but could also move if one pulled back on them. One night after coming home from vacation my dad opened the door to every single one of these vehicles going off and moving at the same time. Dad rushed in while making us stay outside to check to see if someone had broken in. Once he found every door and window locked but there was no one inside our house. As he went to pick up the toys they all went off all at once again and the fire truck the largest model in his collection backed up four feet on carpet and raced forward hitting my dad in the foot. We stayed at a neighbors house that night and dad got rid of his collection the next morning. Didn't matter I'm 100% that house was haunted half the neighborhood had been built on a old cemetery that was supposedly moved to a new location. I don't think they got everything in the move
STORY- I had this moana necklace when I was younger that would sing ‘how far I’ll go’ when you pressed it, and now whenever you press it it sounds like a heavy metal emo rock band from the deepest depths of hell. It is hilarious . And terrifying. Mostly terrifying actually
My little brother had one of those toy monster trucks that would say things when you pressed the buttons. It was from a second hand store, so it would sometimes get stuck, and the buttons were super sensitive. Eventually, it got annoying so I took the batteries out and stuck it in our storeroom, where I knew my brother wouldn't find it. The next night, I was staying up late doing homework when I hear "GRAVEDIGGER!!!!" super loud. My stomach dropped, and like the dumb teen i was, I rushed into my brothers room, where the noise had come from. The truck was sitting in the middle of his room, where there was absolutely nothing to press its buttons or even touch it. My brother slept though the whole thing. I may have cried. A lot.
I have a rabbit that sings "I want candy" and I'll never forget how one night, out of nowhere, it appeared in the crack between the side of my bed and the wall. So I turn off the lights and climb into bed, and only when I roll over (mind you, I'm half asleep), it goes "I want candddddyyyyyy" in a horribly distorted voice. Scared the living daylights out of me. I think I peed the bed a little. I accidentally pressed it again throwing it back into the closet in a panic, and had to live through the sound of it reverberating off my walls for the next five minutes.
@@-Kimimela666 it’s still in my closet, waiting for the right time to strike. I think I should just put it out of its misery and like you said- burn it.
“I had a woody toy as well, a decade later we found it and he just started screaming he wouldn’t stop until we bashed his head on wood.” *Gave a whole new meaning to the name Woody.*
I had one of those singing polar bears from the Christmas Coke promotion event that eventually got abandoned for years. Then I found it in my room and pushed the button that makes the bear play music. It was obviously broken because it started playing the "We Wish You a Merry Christmas" tune in a very silent but low-pitched and corrupted voice, not to mention extremely slowly. Since this toy didn't really have any batteries and only stopped playing after the tune was over without any way to turn it off, the only thing I was smart enough to do was to push the button again. After that the tune became EVEN MORE corrupted, slowed and cursed, to the point where you couldn't even guess what was the song that the bear was playing. BUT THAT'S NOT IT. It didn't stop for a few minutes, so I just put the bear in my closet and forgot about for the day. The tune was so silent that you couldn't really hear it until you put your ear next to it. Later that night, when the whole apartment was asleep and didn't make any noise I went to sleep too but kept hearing this quiet screech that scared me to the point it drove me crazy. After one very irritated investigation through my entire room I found out that it was that fucking polar bear hell-carolling FOR HOURS NON-STOP. I got so terrified that I just started to smash that bear against hard surface until it stopped singing. Forever.
You see I had a Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer animatronic toy that I got as a gift, for Christmas I assume, at a really young age to the point where I don't even remember when I got it, I just knew I had it. The reason I call it an animatronic is because although it didn't walk it too was one of those push a button and it sings toys, but it also spun its head to look left and right, and lit up its nose. The thing is as a younger child who was very emotional I got very attached to my stuffed animals to the point where I had some sort of experience with each of them and didn't want to get rid of any of them. So like a hoarder I kept my stuffed animals till I was about 10-12 at which I was, well I wouldn't say wiser or smarter, but I realized that I was a hoarder and decided to get rid of my stuffed animals. While I was searching through my stuffed animals I saw it and I had learned that the fabric around its neck had ripped off so that stuffing was falling out, and although I could see the metallic part of its neck, and it looked creepy as hell, I decided, "Why not listen to it one more time?". HUGE MISTAKE. As I was stupid, I decided to push the button, not considering the fact that the batteries were probably corroded after *YEARS* , and it probably had mechanical errors after being -possessed by a demon- hidden amongst the rest of my toys and probably smashed or crushed by me(I don't mistreat my stuffed animals, it was probably crushed because I had my stuffed animals next to my bed, I tended to roll out of bed and land on them, so I don't break my nose or smash my face on the bed frame which would be a lot worse). As soon as I pressed the button it started its horror, but it wasn't bad at first. It was able to sing its song, without being able to say its name right, but instead saying some sort of deep voiced demonic version of its name (Think Corpse Husband's voice overlapped with one of those creepy dying "Mama, mama" dolls you see in movies). And it was no longer able to turn its head left so it just clicked its head trying to turn a gear or something which would allow it to do so, and the light would flicker. But the problems came after, once the song should have finished, it didn't and it continued to sing, but the voice got lower and lower and at one point I think the head just stopped having a seizure trying to turn itself and gave up with its head sideways. The song continued for a while (because I was too dumb to remove the batteries, or tell my parents) so I put off to the side and ignored it and then it got to the point where the nose lit up without flickering, but the voice was similar to walkie talkie static, if you could make it sound deeper and continuous. and then it just stopped and the shiny red nose no longer shined, glowed or any other verb normally used to describe it. I'm pretty sure I threw it away after that because there was no way I was going to try and sell that or give it away to someone. TLDR: Spooky Rudolph turned Evil
The mental image of the Woody doll screaming nonstop to the point of driving them to frantically bashing his fucking head on things to make it stop is probably one of the funniest things I've ever heard
My brother once had a toy Lotso huggin’ bear from Toy Story 3 that would talk and sing. One night we were all hyper and I was doing cartwheels in his room when his toy Lotso said “your friend is silly.” That was NOT one of his regular lines he said, and when we checked, we discovered that there were no batteries in it and it was turned off. Needless to say, we were all terrified, and decided to bury him under a pile of our bikes in the garage. The next morning, when we opened the door to the garage, he was SITTING UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FLOOR. 7 years later, and I am still traumatized.
I once had a toy to learn about alphabets that when turned on had a happy tune play and a woman saying “cmon lets play!” And i found it few years later, i turned it on and the tune played in a creepy pitch and a deep demonic voice said cmon….. l-l-letttssss play” and then it kept repeating the ay sound for 4 seconds extremely fast then said oops… times up! (Demonically) which was one of its voice lines… it never worked again no matter how many new batteries we put in it, we threw it away few months later but i swear when i was going back i felt like i heard a “bye bye” in a demonic voice. I swear on my collection of pokemon cards that this happened.
Two separate incidents of this happened to me over the course of my life. For the first instance, when I was 15, I bought a used Contra LCD game off of eBay. It worked just fine, until it got stuck and started playing the “game start” theme on a short loop, even AFTER I had taken the batteries out AND put it in a ziplock bag. The second instance was when I was four and I had a little plush toy of Bob the Tomato from VeggieTales the would say “I’m Bob the Tomato!” whenever you squeezed him. The batteries died within less than a year and every time you squeezed it it would just go “IiI’mMm BbBoOoBbB tTtHhHeEe TtThHhEeE tTtOoOmMmAaAtTtOoO… …bwAAABOBaaaahhhBObaaBObaaa-“
I had a Furby, then I dropped it and it went to an "evil mood" where it sounds like Satan, and I couldn't get it to switch back. I put in on the top of my bunk bed but it kept randomly waking up, so then I put it in my closet. It woke me up in the middle of the night making weird noises. I buried it under more stuff until I could only hear faint, muffled sounds as I walked by my closet. Before this, I had a knock-off Furby that would actually speak English. It got low on batteries and its voice got slightly distorted. Two of the lines it would say started terrifying my 8 year old self. *_"TALK TO ME!"_* *_"DANCE WITH ME!"_*
I never had a furby, but I did have this plastic teapot toy with a face on it that would play the "I'm a little teapot" jingle in the usual cheap plastic toddler toy soundfont. I don't remember exactly what would trigger it to play the song, but it was either pretending to pour tea from it, pressing a button in the center of the lid (where the lid nob would be), or by taking off/putting on the lid. One day it just started playing the song in the middle of the night. Just about scared the shit out of me. Not a toy, but there was also this ice cream truck that would go around the neighborhood and occasionally went "hEllOoooOoo" in this broken and gargled voice. I cried whenever it went by, and my parents were very understanding as to why.
I once had a furby but it only spoke in Turkish. I got it for Christmas when I was about 7. One night I was playing with it when it died right infront of me, I didn't think anything of it so I placed on my bedside table. I woke up at 3AM to hear it now speaking english chanting "*B A N A N A*" Every 5 seconds. It stopped after a while but it just started saying "I'm hungry." Back in Turkish and in a very low pitched, creepy, demon voice. We threw it out after but I swear I saw it outside our local McDonalds when my mother took me and my siblings to get happy meals.
Not exactly a furby, but I once had a tickle me Elmo that was left out in the rain for around 3 weeks. We finally brought it in and it just wouldn’t work for a month or two. After that, in the middle of the night I hear a demonic voice just screaming. I couldn’t find out what it was that did it that night and was scared as crap for like a week. Then again around a week later, I heard the demonic creature yell “Tickle meeeeeeeeee” and “Elmo needs tickles” and things along these lines. I finally found him and tossed him out but it was for sure an experience, felt haunted af
My cousin had a minion furby-like toy. His younger siblings started beating it for no reason and I threw it out of the window (?). It was mid sentence so you could hear the voice getting fainter like "BANAnⁿᵃᵃ".
On a more positive wholesome note, I have this adorable little blue fisher price plush seahorse. He plays this relaxing music and water/bubble noises, his stomach also lights up. I have had him since i was a baby. My aunt got him for me. One day he got tossed in a bin with the rest of my baby toys and i grew up. Then i moved and the bin was placed in the basement. Today, i watched this video, and it made me think about all the toys i had when i was little. Then i remembered him, and that i had seen him in the basement recently. I was like, "I should bring him back up." Why? Because i remember he used to stop complete tantrums, meltdowns, and anxiety attacks (I have a moderate-sever anxiety disorder, always have) in their tracks. So i was thinking, what if the music is still calming now? I also thought, "I hope he doesn't sound demonic..but i have to check." I went down to the basement with my dad to look. (he knows what bins are where) So i checked this little blue bin. Boom, he's right at the top. I flipped the switch and pressed his stomach. To my shock, EXACTLY the same. Not even slowed down. THE SAME MUSIC. I used to press this thing all day every day, with no battery changes. HOW? I changed it anyway because i figured he deserved a battery change after all those years. He will now be sitting on my bed. I do not care what anyone thinks. There will be a fisher price baby toy seahorse on my bed. LMAO.
I've actually had a bunch of toys like this somehow. I have these mickey mouse binoculars (idk if it still works but last time i tried it it worked just fine, despite its history of being thrown around by 5 year old me lmao) this dog puppet that sings every time you open its mouth (which i've had since i was a baby and last time we checked it still worked just fine) and a little einsteins singing quincy doll (which also worked just fine)
That's adorable. My friend has a frog that lights up and is fisher price too and wont even let anyone touch it it's that wholesome. Cute toys fo not belong with furbies EDIT: I meant do not fo, whoops
the story of tPonelope the dragon reminded me of mine. i'd press her stomach a few times listening to her voice lines of asking if she can tell me secrets & stuff, then leave her be for a while. then sometimes she'd start talking on her own quite often saying 'Broom broom fire!' & that was when she'd get burried under the other dolls & toys in the toy baby crib.
Fun fact: Boohbah was a British children’s TV show. It was incredibly weird and the orange one is named “Zing Zing Zingbah.” My 7th grade English teacher showed it to us during class once.
This is more of a bittersweet than horror story.... My mum bought me a Gizmo furby when I was 9 years old, she loved it probably more than I did, frequently "babysitting" it, I often heard her talking furby to it and giggling at its jibberish. One night, it woke up randomly at 2am on my bedside table and said (in its language) "love you...good night..." before closing its eyes. I found out the next day, that almost to the hour, that was when my mum passed away peacefully in her sleep...
Non-scary story: I have a teddy bear that doesn't have a name, and for years has only been known as heart bear or heart-beat bear. I need to replace his batteries but he still works. The reason for the name is because he had a few noise settings, like rain/nature, some sort of music, and something else. But the one I loved and always used when I was having trouble sleeping was the heartbeat. I also have this little light-up lightning bug(?) toy that would play the melodies to nursery rhymes when you squeezed him. Among them were hush little baby and twinkle twinkle little star. At some point I had another toy that specifically sang Clementine. I don't remember where that one is.
I never had a Furby or anything, but I do remember an incident with an old music box I had. I kept it in my room for a long time and it never did anything. One day, me and my sister were playing with Barbies in my room, when all of a sudden, the music box stared playing this sad, creepy tune, all by itself. We went silent, stared at each other, and then bolted out of the room. I got rid of the music box after that.
my weird toy story: I used to have a woody doll that you would pull the string and it would say some kind of voice line. well, mine was glitchy as shit and would say its voicelines without pulling the string. which was fine, i jus didn't keep it in my room at night. it was mildly annoying... until it got hit with the lawn mower. its body was ripped to fluffy shreds, but somehow the voice box remained attached to the shattered head's remains. it let out a deep and terrifying "YeEeEeEeEeEhAAaaaAaAaAaAAAAAAaaaaaaAAaaaWWwwwwwwWWWww..." and died then and there.
I had one aswell, in fact, I even had a Wendy one that did the same thing. One day Wendy’s batteries died, though. I still have the two dolls and now I’m curious to see what they’d do if the batteries were replaced.
I once had a toy t-rex that, when turned on, would walk forwards with loud noises of mechanical servos and stuff. You know, the loud machine-noises toys from the 2000's would make. 5-year old me found it really fascinating to see a small dinosaur walk in a straight line, and me being dumb eventually tried to grab its legs and hold it in place. When doing so, it would make a loud snapping noise over and over until I let go. But that's not the cursed part, it comes now. Sometimes, for no reason at all, the t-rex would start walking for short periods of time, even though its switch was clearly on "OFF". Being woken up at 2AM by a dinosaur walking off the shelf, making loud mechanical noises, was something I wasn't quite fond of.
Not a particularly creepy story, but my sister had a ladybug toy that would sing a song, and she hated the song so much so she would constantly throw the toy full force at the wall, and now it just says "We-" and then dies.
I remember having this baby doll toy that had a voice box that would make baby noises when you pressed his belly button, Over time the voice started distorting and breaking, it would really scare me sometimes to the point I would cry. This one time a friend was @ my house and this toy was in my toy closet thing or whatever and it started going off like ''AAaaAaAaaAaUUuUhuHuguGgGgGhHhHhH'' in a creepy distorted voice. I immediately threw the toy from my balcony to never see him again.
The phone thing reminds me of something. When I was a kid, my twin brother and I had some sort of rip off barbie phone that made noises when you pressed its buttons. It worked well for us but 5 years later when we passed it down to our baby brother all it was capable of was the low, vaguely masculine voice plus it sounded like it was underwater. Even on new batteries. Surprisingly my brother loved it and used that cursed thing all the time. On multiple occasions I was awakened by him striding into my room at 6 in the morning, with his good friend Barbzebub on the line asking me if I wanted to go shopping
I had an Elmo doll that went “Elmo loves me” When I was little. At one point when I was less than two years old I got admitted to the hospital for about week, maybe almost two weeks, for pyelonephritis and I had the doll with me. Apparently activating the sound on the toy was the only thing that calmed me down and I would do it CONSTANTLY the whole time. My parents had to listen to it over and over and OVER again, especially my mom since she refused to leave the hospital (she literally slept in a recliner at my bedside in the hospital with me the whole time I was there because she’s an AMAZING mom). You can imagine how creepy it got when the batteries started getting low after awhile.
Did it become distorted or say "Ẹ̵̢̡̧̨̧͕̫̣͔̦̮̲͚͉͇͖̥̖͓̭͕̣͈̫̭̗͔͕̜̲̹̙͖̘̹͈̣̰͚̭̦̞̰̱̜̗̲̌̓ͅḿ̴̨̨̛̛͈̟̹̱̭̠̹̫̱͚̞̼̝̗̭͈͓͈̠͇̯̯͕̬͔͎͚̣̱͈̫̞̭͈͙͉̞̳̗͈̭̽̎͒̾̀̇͗̎̀̏͌̈́̈́͒͑̏͐̅͊̏͋̐͌̌̓͒̊̉̄̐̽̃̓̿̒̄͗̉̽͆͑̓͜͠͝o̵̢̨̢̡̡̻̬͕͓͍̱̙̜̦͙͈̩͔̯̜̹̻͈̤̲̮̱̲̝̰̼̪͋̐ͅͅ ̸̢̢̛͍̲̩͉̥̻̰̜͚͓͈͎̬̣͍͚̲̝͉͓͍̀͒͒̋̏̈́̿̀̿̌́̈́̓̀̏́́̍̇̄̂̈́̓͘͜͜l̶̢̨̡̨̨̜̥̗̭̯͖̲͉̫̠̻̬̖͓̘̺͕̥̻̝̦͖̼͕̻̣̤̥̼͉̣̯͔̀̍͘͘ͅo̵̡̡̡̢̢̧̤̮͎̳̙̠̜̫̬̣͎̦̠̥͎̖͚͇͇̥̥̙̜͔͈̗͙͖̲̙̬͈̮͕͚͙̠͉̯̥̪͔͚͆͋͑̐̊͒̔̇̈́͂͛͊̏̎̀̀͌̈͗̓̈́̎͂̉̓́͋́͌́̏͌̓̆̚͘̕̕̕̚̚͜͝v̸̢̧̧̨̡̛̙̦̟̲͓̘̞̘͕̫͓̪̙̣̤̲͚͖̱̮̤̘̥̝̜͙̭̭͇̱͈̙̮̅͌̏̋̆̑͊̋͑̐̇́͐́͌̌͘ͅe̸͙̲̫̩͖̱̖̣͚̟̪̤̤̟͖̱̓̒͊͋̏̄͆̀̅͗̓̌̀̊͆̿͐̑̈̓̔̏́͒̑̇̃́̌͘̕̚̕̚͜͝͝͝͝͠͝" in a very loud voice and then just die?
The animatronic fish on a plaque that sings "Don't worry be happy" is called Big Mouth Billy Bass. Once, at a bed and breakfast in a small town a few hours away from my city, with my friend and our respective moms, there was one of those on the wall. I took it off the wall and made it sing and we thought it was hilarious because it was a little broken and couldn't quite flop the way it was meant to, so it just twitched sorta. But then it wouldn't stop singing, even when I put it back on the wall. Even when I turned the power switch off. It wouldn't stop singing. Only when the batteries were removed would it stop, but then as soon as the batteries would back in it would start back up again. We took one of the batteries out and left it on the table the whole time we stayed there- when we had to leave, I put the battery in as gingerly as possible and then RAN. It didn't start singing again. We joke that it would've killed us on the third night had we stayed longer than two days...
Some of these stories in this vid remind me of the time the old oven in my parent's house stopped working. We were just preheating it for a pizza one day as it constantly started beeping earlier than it was supposed to. It was also louder than the regular beeping. I tried to shut it off but it would not stop. My dad had to unplug it for it to stop.
the lightsaber one isnt necessarily scary, it's more hilarious than anything. the way it would just shout "FUCK" every time it hit something is PERFECT 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
When I was around 5 years old, my grandmother went on a business trip to Canada. As a little souvenir for me, she got a big Loon bird plushie. Every time you pressed its wing, it would make a bird call. Now, I had a huge stack of plushies on my bed, so I just threw it in there and forgot about it. Fast forward to 2nd grade, and this Loon is underneath my bed and most of other plushies have gone to Goodwill besides a few that I coaxed my parents into keeping. The voice box must have gone bad, because one night it randomly started going WEEEoooh WAHHHZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZWHAoohWAHHHHHZZZZZZZZooo over and over and over again and it scared the crap out of me. We live in an apartment, and it was so bad that our downstairs neighbors called 911 to make sure we were okay and an ambulance and a fire truck all showed up and my dad had to explain to them that it was just a toy.
Not a furby but my Mom had a small dog plush that would say "I love you" when you squeezed it. She actually bought it at Wal-Mart or something, she was an aisle or two over and heard it speak and went to see what it was. When she found it nobody was in the aisle but she figured someone squeezed it a couple times and left. Anyway, she buys it for her chihuahuas to play with. It wasn't long before they had ripped it and chewed off the ears and its plastic nose and eyes. After the eyes were gone its single recorded line somehow changed and started saying, very clearly, "I hate you"! Weird thing is it turned up in her house about 2 years ago despite vanishing around 2012 in her previous home. And having helped pack her things and move her into her current place, I know as well as she does that we never even found it after that, let alone moved it with her. It still works too. I recorded it with my phone since I had the opportunity. Ever since it resurfaced it tends to disappear for a bit then randomly turn up again after a month or two. It's currently MIA again but is about due for another appearance. Also: Holy sh*t! While I was typing that last sentence something touched me. It felt like a finger swiped the small of my back. I half expected to see the toy behind me. Nothing was there, which is freaky enough bc this wasn't a light brush, it was very deliberate, but damn that about stopped my heart!
I once had a Jessie doll (from Toy Story btw) that had a voicebox. One of the recordings was her having a 'laughing contest' with the user. The laugh sounded pretty demonic, I'm not gonna lie.
I had this talking bear toy that was at my grandmas house. It was programmed to say something specific when you read different lines from the story that came with it. One time after my grandma finished reading the story she told me and my brother to clean up the room. We said we didn’t want to and started complaining. The bear said, “Now kids, listen to your grandma and clean up the room.” He was never programmed to say that. I beat the life out of him for about 15 minutes after that.
I had an Elsa plush that sang “let it go” when I pressed it . A couple years after I got it, it’s voice was croaky and deep. The year before last I sat on it accidentally and had no idea where the “lEt iT gOOoOAaahH” was coming from. Scared the shit out of me.
I had (and still have) a dollhouse that has switches and buttons allowing you to turn on the lights in certain rooms, as well as a working doorbell and a jungle-esc balcony that played birdsong. I loved that thing (still do) and used to play with all my zoo animal figurines inside it (completely ignoring the human dolls that came with the house, no, 7 year old me would rather hold a funeral for one of my zebras that my sister chucked across the room breaking one of his ears off. I recall that I later had him come back from the dead but was "half deaf" and constantly bullied due to his missing ear, his mother was as overprotective as Marlin with Nemo, and his dad was in denial of his son's "deformity". Fortunately, his pal the giraffe stood up for him against the relentless teasing from the Koala Squad). Anyway one day in the middle of the night, the electric components started going haywire, with all the light-up parts flashing spaztically for half an hour accompanied by a mix of low, grating doorbell and distorted, demonic birdsong. It scared me so bad, I started screaming for my parents saying my dollhouse was haunted. As soon as they entered the room the batteries finally had a stroke and died completely. Didn't touch the damn thing for two weeks until I was sure I wasn't going to awaken the demon inside. Several years later, I dug it out if my closet along with my bag of beloved animal figurines and asked my parents if they could replace the batteries. When I heard that old doorbell chime for the first time in ages, I nearly broke down weeping with the wave of nostalgic joy that washed over me. Then, being the autistic sweetheart I am, I thoroughly apologized to my dollhouse for being scared of it and for it being abandoned in my closet all these years. I then proceeded to bring back the OG crew and have one of my little adventures for the first time in forever. It's more difficult to play with it nowadays since I moved out of our shared bedroom and into one of my own, since my room is "fun-sized" as I like to call it and doesn't have room for the dollhouse, meanwhile my little sister (not the one that threw the zebra, mind you) has my dollhouse buried in among her organized chaos where I can't easily get to it. She still helps me move things and clear a path to it sometimes though, but only if I promise not to touch her other things. Fun times.
I've got a giant Snoopy PEZ dispenser, that plays the Peanuts theme song when you open up the head. Though I think the batteries are getting low, so now whenever you open the head, you can still sort of make out the song, but now it's ultra deep and slow, with static and a bunch of creepy sounds in the background. It's like a feckin' funeral march
I read this comment and instantly looked over at the same snoopy pez I have sitting on my table, luckily it’s been dead and hasn’t made noise for years
I had this singing Christmas Tree toy which would sing “Rockin’ around the Christmas Tree” (you can find a video of someone else’s one here ruclips.net/video/RfCOBVYVmnU/видео.html). Over the course of about 7 years, it eventually broke down. During its last “song”, it was singing the song very slowly and deeply, and during the “performance”, it went silent for a bit before saying, and I quote, a heavily distorted “Fuck”. I then heard a popping sound come from inside of it and it never worked again. It was probably just the word “pumpkin” being distorted heavily, but I thought it was hilarious.
i imagined it singing the song like a drunk cigarette addicted old man before giving up singing it mid-way through saying fuck then killing himself with a gun
Like any other child, I go to visit my Nonna, her neighbours daughter is one of my best friends and she came over that day like any other. We went looking under the stairs for no reason and found an old snowman toy, it smelt like ashes and I pressed it's belly and it made a semi distorted "wish you a merry Christmas" song. We took it up stairs and as we played it started randomly singing super distorted oh at random times, louder than before. I'm going to my Nonna's house in a few weeks. Wish me luck.
I have a story about a creepy toy from a few years ago- Basically my mum had kept a star-shaped Christmas decoration from when she was younger, it was electronic and would sing Christmas songs when a button was pressed. After many years in a box the plastic had turned yellow and the batteries had eroded and one of it’s eyes had turned to a weird angle. I turned it on to see if it worked but it made a sound that could only be made by something that came out of the darkest pit of hell. It was singing ‘jingle bells’ but slowed and reversed at times and the sound was interrupted by static every few seconds. It literally sounded like something out of a horror movie. When I tried to turn it off it continued to sing for a few seconds then stuttered and went silent, but one of its eyes was still moving slightly. It was terrifying and we threw it out immediately. I wish I’d taken a picture so I could have proof of how terrifying it looked-
At my school, a teacher found a boobah in the ceiling. We basically kept it as a class pet, and every weekend one person would take it home/ on trips. One day, two smaller ones randomly appeared on their desk. So now we have three Boobahs in that class, and maybe more to come
My sister had one of those dolls that would drink milk from a bottle(don't remember the exact name of it). She had gotten it for her birthday one year and she loved it. After a few years of changing the batteries out multiple times, she finally stopped playing with it. She put it on a shelf in the bathroom and for no reason, the doll would move and talk in the middle of the night. Since I slept right next to the bathroom, almost every night, I would hear it go off and either move a limb or give out a very short giggle or cry.
I had a two foot tall Yoda as a kid, and when the batteries went down, it got...possessed. it would say stuff like "See you, I can." The creepiest thing was we took the batteries out it stopped talking in the "Yoda" speech version and would say complete sentences like "I can see where you sleep." Freaked me out, and eventually my brothers saved me by smashing it with a sledgehammer. Damn thing spoke the entire time they were destroying it.
I have an interestingly recent one, Found a furby at Value Village a few years back and actually cleaned out the corroded battery compartment before stuffing new AA battery's inside it. Keep in mind this is a pre-owned furby that I fixed up myself so there was no telling what sort of hell this thing actually went through, All this Black and white furby ever did most of the time was say the following 5 lines: -Achoo! -cock'o'doodle doo! ee hee hee! -Me "Fwail" (we decided to name him Flail) -No Sound! -No Light! but when showing off this demented toy to one of my brother's girlfriends she said she hated furby's because they were always so creepy, so Flail responds by opening his eyes and saying "No Like you!" its currently dead even after new batteries so I'm thinking about giving the battery compartment another thorough cleaning.
I got two stories. One Christmas, me and my siblings were gifted these toys. There were fuzzy cats that only slept. Their side rose and fell, and they snored. That's all they did, all they were made to do. They didn't care much for these, but I freaking loved mine. I'd sleep with that thing close by because I liked to pet it and the snoring was soothing for some reason. One day though, it stopped working and I was so upset that I went to my dad. He took it down to his workbench in the garage, popped it open, and basically resodered the wires, because I guess I jostled this thing so much that the wires disconnected. That worked, but the problem would keep happening, and each time the wire inside got a little shorter and more easily popped off. In my small kid brain, it was like this cat kept having to have surgury until it finally died altogether. In hindsight, I'm sure there was a better way to fix it, but this was so long ago. The other story I have is one from adulthood. You know those silly little Christmas decorations that parrot back sounds? Well, I found a bunch of little snowmen that'd do that and dance. The real fun, I think, is in turning them all on, huddling them real close, saying something to get them started, and letting techno hell ensue. Because they parrot sounds they hear and make it higher pitched, that included sounds they heard other snowmen saying. So one snowman would say the original "Merry Christmas", but then the next would say it in a tiny squeaky voice. The next would be so squeaky, it'd be almost like a sneeze. Then it'd start getting WEIRD. Electronic sounds would bleed in, and it'd go from short to these long strings of animatronic whirring and sci-fi beeps at increasingly loud volumes until you turned them all off. Half my family hates it, but holy shit it's so funny to do.
A long, LONG time ago, my family was woken up in the middle of the night by high-pitched singing coming from the basement. With all us kids huddled together terrified in the bedroom and mom on the phone to the police, dad crept down to the basement with wrench in hand to confront the intruder. It was a Ring Around the Rosie doll that had suddenly come back to life after months of not working.
I had a transformers toy named Devastator after the one in the 2nd movie, the head had no off-switch and no way to remove the batteries and whenever even the slightest vibration occurred you would either hear metal churning or "I.. AM.. DEVASTATOR!" We've locked it inside a cabinet and to this day if you walk too hard nearby it'll just start churning metal - one time lightning struck and he said "I.. AM.. DEVASTATOR!"
i went a grocery shop once w/ my grandma and there was the baby toys shelf, one of them was a keyboard w/ letters and when you pressed one of the letters it would say an animal with that letter so i pressed one of the buttons and everytime the keyboard was done saying the name of the animal all the other toys would start giggling :,D
I once had a Fisher-Price game called Screwy Looey. Its main feature was a sentient, battery-operated "drill" that would make goofy noises, talk to the players during the game, and yawn when going into low-power mode. (There was no "Off" switch.) I stored it in my bedroom closet, and proceeded to be terrorized for a solid 5 years by random yawning emerging from my closet in the middle of the night. I don't think the batteries ever died...
Random hatchimal story: so I had this hatchimal, I named him "Mowhawk" and when I first got him out of the box I didn't wait. I just wanted to get him out of the egg ASAP so I started trying to poke my fingers through, eventually I got my thumb through and slowly but surely peeled off the rest of the egg shelling. It was still trying to get out of the egg naturally so for about 20 minutes it was just poking at the air until it realized that it was free, it did it's little birthday thing and it was really cute. I regret not waiting for it to hatch naturally because that would've been more cool / fun I don't know if you'll see this but I hope you do and I hope this is a good story because this happened years ago and I still remember it
funny story: when I was a kid during Christmas, I was basically praying that one of the presents was the hatchimal I was wishing for, after a while we realized that the hatchimal wasn't in the pile, but we found out that it was in a large black bag along with a few other presents, I said to my mom "why is my present up here instead of in the pile?", and she replied "I guess Santa was just drunk last night". she proved it via showing me a half empty whiskey bottle on the counter.
I had a furby back when I was smaller. I thought they were cool, but not anymore. I was in the middle of sleeping, when all of a sudden I heard whispering in my ear (I slept with the furby next to me). It was whispering "Get away". This always happened at night, and I kept telling my mother, but she felt like I was just having nightmares. My mother eventually got tired of the complaints and we threw the toy away. After seeing similar creepy stories like this, I showed my mom, and we now feel like we avoided something that could've been so much worse.
After hearing that one kid’s story about how the furby in his attic would say “I see you” at night regularly, thus alerting the family of this kid that there was an intruder in their attic, I think you may actually have removed the only safe guard _against_ the bullet, so to speak.
I had this paw-patrol toy when I was younger, it’s now hidden in my basement, ever so often you’d here “paaawwwwwWWWWWW PAAttttttrooooOooOOOOL” in a high pitched distorted voice
So, I actually know what Penelope the Talking Dragon toy that they're talking about. I had one as a kid and "You're so beautiful" is, in fact, one of her voice lines. It just didn't happen as often as the other ones like "I AM a real dragon" or some weird laughing. Not a big deal, but still.
I remember a long time ago, I had this build-a-bear stuffed animal with the voicebox that played a high-pitched laughter whenever you pushed it. I don't know what compelled younger me, but I think I was scared of the laughing, so I ripped it out of the back of the bear and threw it out of my window. A few weeks later, my mom told me to come outside with her, and she brought me to the shed. She instructed me to step on this one plank in the outside floor of the shed, so I did. What followed was an incredibly distorted, stretched out giggling. It was fucking terrifying because we both have no idea how the hell it had gotten there - my window is really far away from the shed and that memory is forever engraved into my soul.
I had one of those older model furbies (furbys? furbi? furby?) like the ‘first edition’ ones. My aunt gifted it to me after my older cousin cleaned out her room before heading to college, I was about 7 at the time. It was pretty weird looking; it had a couple stains, its hair/fur was stuck together in places and it had obviously been dropped a few times because its beak (nose?) didn’t really open and close when it spoke, it just blurted out random voice lines while its frail little beak rattled up and down as it wiggled. Anyway, I had begged my parents to buy me a furby because all of my friends had one, but they figured it was a waste of money so my aunt gave me my cousin’s, I *treasured* this thing, gave it a name (Puffy, if you were wondering) and even slept with it in my bed. Then one day my dog got ahold of it and mauled Puffy. He wasn’t the same after that, mostly because a few of the wires had been ripped out, so he was a little scrambled. He just wiggled around and made garbled noises, he ended up in the back of my closet after that, but a few months after the banishing, I heard banging in my closet, and in my 7-year-old mind, I thought it was a monster, so i ran to my parents room and started screaming and crying, they came to check my closet and Puffy was sitting there, staring directly at the door, and for the first time in months, he made a intelligible noise, he said “HuNgRyyyyyy” in this horrifically garbled voice that sounded like a demonic chain-smoking pensioner. He then went into total failure and died on the spot, his horrible voice dying with him, I don’t think i’ve been the same since Puffy.
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Your voice is great and I love your content 👍
i agree
You got pinned, congrats.
Your art was so lovely you are mad if you think you're not getting a pin. Full vid here people, it's gorgeous: ruclips.net/video/hLPDK81taUM/видео.html
Yours was the best, fitted the voice perfectly
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I love how he says "maybe the true monsters were us all along" and then we get one final frame of the "I once shoved a tow dinosaur head first in my rear" screenshot
We all make mistakes in the heat of passion
Yea
Imagines a movie where huge monsters terrorize humans by picking them up and shoving their heads up ... Yeah I see what you're saying.
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@@Wulfjager who said that was a mistake?
Not a furby story, but my little sister got a Skrållan when she was younger. For those of you blissfully unaware of what a Skrållan is, it's a doll about 40 - 50 cm tall with a voicebox. And not only was it able to talk, some genius gave it the ability to laugh and *SCREAM*
So, for the first week or so of her having the doll it was common to be woken up in the middle of the night to any of the following, loud as all hell screaming and I think crying too, weird as fuck voice lines the most memorable of which being (in swedish) "daddy I want meatballs!" Or one of the more creepy ones such as "come and play with me!", and my favourite... *the laughter* which btw sounded exactly like a child. I would be hearing it trough the wall, sometimes it would start quietly and get louder until it suddenly stopped and other times it would just start abruptly at the highest volume, same with the screaming (presumably crying too)
After that week my parents thankfully took out the voicebox. But the doll still remains to this day, and uhh, it's been a few years and it has certainly seen better days. It might have lost the ability to make sound but it makes up for that by looking extremely creepy instead. It's losing limbs, they're hanging on my mere threads at this point and mom has had to sew them back on a few times, and it's nearly decapitated. The only reason it has been able to keep it's head for so long is because dad used a zip tie to keep it in place. Not to mention the hair looks like that of a homeless hag who has been living in a swamp for a decade. It's skin is all greasy and discolored.
And it's eyes.... the eyelids are broken, so they don't move in unison. Meaning one eye can be wide open and the other half closed...
A few times after that the voicebox would sound on it's own, despite the need for a big button to be pressed for it to activate a line. So we had to remove the batteries as well.
Your story is the first one to make me actually feel scared lmao- the others in the comment section kinda just made me laugh, btw super terrifying and if I heard even one scream when I was little I would have started crying my eyes out and started running away
Sound like my wife ahhahhgagahgahahahahahaaaahahhahashhahahahahhahhah she hahahahahaha has ahash ah aha ha ha HH ahas hahaha
@@rot_draws yea, that would be a reasonable reaction. I don't remember exactly how I reacted, but I was definitely extremely scared and startled, at least the first couple times. I won't even touch the doll nowadays, but that's just because she's disgusting. (My sister sometimes terrorizes me with it, chasing me, trying to trow it at me so it'd touch me, etc. Just thinking about the doll makes me imagine that rattling sound the eyelids would make if it was shaken)
But back then I would sometimes sleep in my sister's room to keep her company when our parents weren't home. Back then the eyes worked as they were supposed to, most of the time, and closed when the doll was laying down. But sometimes they wouldn't, meaning I had this doll staring at me trying to sleep. Or they would work when we went to sleep, and then I'd wake up and it would be staring at me.
If I had a sleep paralysis demon, there's a big chance Skrållan would be it
Yeesh bruh
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As terrifying as Furbies are, I will never stop loving owls.
Yes I too am terrified and owls aren’t that scary unless it’s neck turns 180 degrees then it can die
@@toenail5674 I'm terrified of furbys too even tho I don't own one and also owls can turn their necks 360 degrees
@@toenail5674 you're just jealous you can't
THE'RE MEANT TO BE OWLS
There owls? I thought they were a wierd cat thing
I just love how when animatronic toys get wet or old, they just lower their voices and say random shit out of nowhere
I may find the overzealous religious responses to those toys cringe-inducing, but I've gotta admit it sure feels like they're on to something without the electrical engineering context; toys that can barely power their own audio chips and somehow pick up radio waves from unrelated broadcasts make for showings that are pretty damn close to classic demonic experiences.
I had a toy owl that said "I am The King of Curses" I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP I SWEAR
I had a fingerling that got waterlogged and when I tried to turn it on it just kept saying "het, het, het, het, het" in a demonic voice repeatedly until I turned it off.
good to know that they go through puberty after being waterboarded
When I was a kid, I had a rocking horse that sang to you if you pressed on its ear. Several years later, it started activating in the middle of the night. Think demon kind of voice. My mother was walking past it in the middle of the night and it activated and started singing (more like growling demonically) "IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMM AAAAAAAA LITTLE POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONYYYYYYYYYY! CLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-" And she thought someone had broken in or something
Theory: Because Furbies (old ones) could receive radio signals, someone running a pirate radio station could have been transmitting stuff to your Furby and causing some of this cursed behavior.
someone was just laughing their ass off behind the scenes
i want to mess with people with this knoeledge
Arrgggg
@@artisticaquarius_ (insert 1500s sea shanty here)
I made the likes 621 *insert lenny face*
This whole series is funny, but the minion B A N A N A one got me wheezing
I had a minion toy aswell, probably the same one, and mine glitched as well. The *B A N A N A* also happened to me
P O T A S S I U M
I used to have one lol, it just eats whatever you stick in it’s mouth. It almost bit my finger off and it’s still in my room somewhere…
I don't have it anymore, thank god
Kris, Get The B A N A N A
"Like Goofy talking through a cheese grater"
Never thought I'd hear that sentence but here we are.
Have ya heard this before
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!! K-KAYDEN PLEASE DON’T HURT MEEEEEEEEEEEE I-I DONT WANNA DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
- Lilia screaming in pain as this blunt mettle pole got driven through her by a lift.
Lilia is one of my characters.
Edit: I changed her death… let’s just say… scissors.
My sister hearing that sentence: what does that sound like?
Me: we will never know.
@@AshArrowCommunity what the fuck
@@AshArrowCommunity wtf are you doing to your characters
@@esobelisk3110 Tragedy is a very dark story.
The lightsaber thing is about accurate for anyone /actually/ in a fight with lightsabers. Imagine, hot plasma blade coming at your head, you would scream anything else.
F##K!
Kill me if your gay!
“AH SHIT-“
There you go.
@@R0R1_S1ll1 Or “NUH UH, BITCH KEEP THAT AWAY FROM ME- N U H U H” i can imagine that being said asweel
_actually*_
OH BOY DO I HAVE A GOOD ONE FOR YOU-
My Furby Boom who I named “Way-boe” (no idea what the translation is) when I was 10, stopped working after a while, as the batteries kept dying.
After years, I had put new batteries in it (bad decision) to show to my friend. So it started working again, making the usual gurgle and hee hee sounds. A year later it no longer turned on, so I thought it was dead.
I had taken it out of my closet and left it on my desk, as I was cleaning out my room. The next three proceeding nights around 3 am, he went off in a deep manly voice saying “hhhhhhhhhh, oh, helLo, it’s Wayboe timeee” with its digital eyes lighting up my whole dang room.
I put it in another room so it wouldn’t bother me, but I could still here it’s manly voice through the wall-
A buff furry coming for you
@@twilightparanormalresearch186 ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
@@Bixen_Bings oh no furby don’t touch :p
Was it "Sweet Treat"?
*It's Wayboe time bois*
The sequel we all wanted.
The sequel we all needed.
my sides already hurt from laughing from the 'mom read a story and the Furby yelled 'borrrrrriiiinnng'
The sequel we all loved.
The sequel we didn't deserve
I desire more
is heeeere in our arms
I genuinely don't want this series to end, so here's my contribution in hopes of a part 3:
One time I had a doll which would play a song when you pressed its hand, one day it was accidentally put through the wash, which made the song into a distorted mess that would play at random times, and there was no way to remove the batteries, so it continued to haunt my family for about half a year before they ran out.
I think I might find a way to get it working again so it can continue its reign of terror.
*This man right here officer*
Do it. I dare you.
do it, I wanna know what happens!
If you can access the insides without ruining the toy entirely, we're onto a reusable nightmare torture device.
I strive to be this kind of person
When I was 10 my parents left a baby monitor in my room so that I could talk to them if I had a nightmare (which was a frequent occurrence back then) but it ran on a radio signal, meaning it could tune in to other baby monitors, or just other radio based devices. The noises we heard ranged from babies sobbing, to grown men shouting, to distorted screaming. Another ‘keep you up at night’ story unrelated to malfunctioning technology, a fox was outside my house making loud human-like breathing noises. I couldn’t sleep until my 90 year old neighbour ran outside yelling horrific language at it until it ran off. I was 6.
What language he yelled, I'm sorry for your trauma
out of all the comments on this video, only this one made me laugh out loud.
I'm imagining all of these things, including the fox thing all happening within the same 5 minutes or so on a single night, and it's horrifying 😂😭
Literally just last night my wife and I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of metal scraping in a way similar to, say, a knife being unsheathed. I have no idea what it was an I would assume I had been dreaming if she hadn't said something about it first and described the sound exactly. I don't know of any devices in my house that could make that sound, I've never heard it at night before, and since I was half asleep I couldn't quite tell if it was inside or outside. Maybe it was the window AC unit.
What the Fuck !?
My 10th grade math teacher had like 50 furbies all over her classroom. They were literally everywhere. They never turned on by themselves or anything, but they did start going missing without anyone taking responsibility for it. May have just been someone taking them one by one for some reason, but it gets a chuckle out of me when I think about it.
E
May I ask why your math teacher had so many Furbies?
@@zo6679 Honestly, I have no idea. I was too afraid to ask.
Probably a weird ass hobby they had. Teachers occasionally have those obsessions, and when it involves collectibles it doesn’t matter what it is it’s just a little weird. One of my teachers liked to collect religious things like rosaries or statues of Mary and Jesus and put it all over the room. Yes it was a Catholic school but it’s still too damn freaky to have the Virgin Mary and God’s son staring into your soul like they’re judging you while you take a test, let alone 10 of them at a time. We don’t think about it but any weirdo on the internet can be a teacher or any kind of authority figure who works with kids.
The furby uprising. They escaped themselves
Alright, but the lightsaber that only says 'fuck' is genuinely the best thing to get as a gift.
fr
Yeah I want a fucksaber now.
Honestly, the parents probably wouldn't need to return it if they let the kid keep using the fuck lightsaber.
@@ringsystemmusic uh
“Join the fuckside”
I used to spend Halloween at my grandmother's house. She had this motion detecting witch she would put outside that held the candy bowl. When you walked past it, it was supposed to say "Happy Halloween Children!" in a high pitched playful voice and then cackle. Eventually the batteries started to die and when you walked past it, it would just go -in the most terrifying battery dying voice you can imagine- "Chiiiiiildreeeeeennn" followed by slow, distorted, mechanical laughter from Satan himself.
To make matters worse my grandmother was a preschool teacher so most of our trick or treaters were from her class. I'll never forget the screams of terror from all the poor 3 year olds dressed as Elsa as they stumbled away from this hellish beast trying in vain to escape with thier lives.
*Cheeeeeellllldrennnnnnnn*
I'm going to hell for laughing at this
Reminds me of the witch from diary of a wimpy kid
Lol
XtraMell funny hell joke funny burn joke funny haha haha funny ha ha ha ha ha seriously these jokes aren’t funny there way to overused
bro If I had a toy that screamed "BANANA" outta nowhere I'd laugh my ass off
this shit's hilarious
Like a big minion toy
How about this: 2:40
Once had a toy train that would magnetically connect to station cars and go around a track. One day, my brother water-boarded it in a bathtub. My toy would sing a happy go lucky tune every time you touched its button. For 2 years it would sing a distorted, slowed down version of the tune with a crackling radio interference. Never got a toy with a voice box ever again.
do you know the brand
@@MailMainbutnot I forgot the brand, but I remember it had bright colors and was smaller than most others. I believe it may have been fisher price. But still I'm not sure
@@thatotherrandomfloridian9456 I think your talking about those thomas the tank engine wooden toys! They are classics when it comes to talking about childhood.
None of my battery powered toys really freaked out like that (at least, not that I can remember). But I have had other electrical appliances glitch out- like the radio in my old car would change channels randomly, especially during the fall for some reason. I remember a specific time where it changed the channel and I said "no, go back, I liked that song" and it _listened_ to me
I don't think that's how radios work I'm never gonna buy a car now I'll just use a bike
Where's your pfp from?
@@nekomimicatears the character is from Heartcatch precure but the actual picture is from the Tropical Rouge precure movie trailer
You are one with the robots
They will spare you
Now that’s what you’d call a transformer.
>”it was just like a furby if furbies were scarier and from the darkest corner of hell”
sir, that’s still a normal furby
no no, see, furbys are like imps, they're small and fuzzy and unpredictable, mischievous little demons.
I remember having to be exposed to the influence of the boohbahs as a kid. They're like a pit fiend that decided to shrink itself, morbidly obese under their fursuits and yet still with folds of loose skin outside of it. They aren't as transparently chaotic evil as furbys, but it's just because they learned to mimic teletubbies. They even had themselves a tv show where they would fly around with some eldritch power, scream through their fursuits, ruin someone's day and then return to their extradimensional bubble.
I would trust a furby ducttaped to a butcher's knife more than a boohbah within a half-mile radius. I don't recall if the toy had it but the show had them routinely use the sound of a zipper unzipping...
@@thesquishedelf1301 I don’t wanna read that
@@deadchannel5557 I didn’t want to experience it
@@thesquishedelf1301 lmaooo 😭😭😭
Furbies didn’t have arms, and weren’t formed from Satan’s nightmares…
When I was younger, I had something similar to a Furby called a "Hatchimal". Basically imagine a Furby that hatched out of an egg and you had the option to turn it off. These things didn't speak English, they instead just made random noises.
Anyways I brought it to school one time and brought to the playground. Hatchimals have different modes, so we did the game mode, only for us to loose and it responded with something that sounded like: " AWWWW FUCK!!"
The teachers then put the hatchimal in timeout for the rest of recess.
I had one too! It sucked. I'm gonna try to not be too mean about it in case it's still lurking around my house- what, i'm paranoid ok
Mine would never turn off, its eyes would display the incorrect colours for it's emotions, and uh... i think one time it went cross eyed
I used to have hatchimals too! Was always more obsessed with furbies when I was younger, but it was fun watching the hatchimals hatch and find out what they are.
Also OP I just want to let you know the imagery of a hatchimal being put in timeout for swearing is hilarious and I laughed out loud reading it
@@Aliix458they were kinda lame ngl I couldn’t understand mine and I had like a whole army of them because they were cute
I WANTED ONE OF THOSE SO BAD
Ngl, i know everyone hates furbies, but just seeing all of this stories makes me want to have one, or had one back in the day.
Such of adventures u would have everyday with a little semi-demon robot who is constantly at one step of gaining self awareness.
something about having a demonic Furby that yells “hungry” makes you want to crap yourself in fear while laughing
I’ve never had a furry or heard of one until this video
Edit: I meant furby
@@ZelenskyPlane never had one, but I’d heard of one
@@danielsgarden9283 furry or furby
Somewhere in the FBC's Oldest House, there's a room with no windows and no doors, entirely filled with furbies that even the Hiss won't touch.
A few years ago, my mom got me an Annoying Orange plush she found at our local thrift store. She walked in my room, lobbed it at my head, and left. It was supposed to make sounds but for some reason, I was having trouble activating it and assumed the batteries were dead. About 2 years later, I was stumbling around in my room in the dark and accidentally stepped on it. It shouted "Hey Apple!" and it scared me so badly I nearly shat myself. The following week, I gave it to a stoner kid that was in my class.
Well I would also be terrified if I heard annoying orange in my room
Imagine you're going to go to bed bc its 3AM and you woke up to take a sip of water, then you go to your bed, and after some minutes you wake up with someone saying "HEY APPLE".
@@BrunQQQ even worse when you hear "KNIFE!"
Did you follow suite by lobbing it at the stoner kid?
@@shikarifox4337 no, I just pulled it out of my backpack and offered it to him. His face lit up like a Christmas tree when I did
Oh boy, here’s mine.
Once my sister had a furby, and usually this is a common thing to happen, but it would just scream sometimes at night. It once woke my sister up when it screamed at about 2 In the morning, and she screamed for a bit out of fear, waking me up. The second scary thing that happened was when we were on a family picnic, and there were lots of people there, and after awhile, the police came. We got scared because the police said they heard screaming and crying from the trunk of our car. My mom, being very confused, checked the trunk, and saw the furby just screaming at the top of its non existent lungs…
Man, imagine being one of those police officers and thinking you’re dealing with a kidnapping, only to find it was just some toy...
That's a family picnic for the record books 🤣
@@peanut3438 YEAH LMAO
My friend had one of those singing fish things that would normally say “don’t worry be happy” but out of nowhere it started saying “don’t worry” and the devolving into demonic cackling
I actually have an explanation for the "random voice line I've never heard before" phenomenon. Maybe, the ROM chip that stores all the audio actually contains that voice line, but it's unused in the toy's firmware, so it normally never triggers, but the bugs caused by undervolting the microcontroller as the batteries die cause it to read the wrong address in ROM, and read one of those unused voice lines.
Nerd
@@el_gasp_productions .
@@el_gasp_productions cyberbullying
ah ok
but why when the batteries are low it talks in a low deep voice? i don't understand :(
@@leonienuhn4571 my guess is it cant use the needed power to talk, but it tries too. this ends up distorting it? idk
Back in 3rd grade I had a sudden obsession with Furby's, and one day I lost it, never to be seen again.
Until 5th grade, after we'd redone my room and thrown out all of the old stuff that preteen Nooby didn't think was cool, we heard a sound from a *formerly* empty drawer, and there was that godforsaken owl. I know it's probably just coincidences, but I could swear it only ever acted creepy when something bad was destined to happen.
First Incident:
"LETS PLAY HIDE AND SEEK"
*CRACKHEAD BANGING ON DOOR TRYING TO GET IN TO FIND 'BERT' 10 MINUTES LATER*
Two:
"Heheheheheh"
*falls off of shelf and lands on my foot* [In defense of the Furby, this "shelf" was 4 cinderblocks and 2 wooden planks]
It had a random spout of activity in my closet between March-November 2019
And finally, the night before my grandma passed away
*It sang.*
My furby after a while kinda just stared at me, watching my every move and wouldn’t turn off
well that's disturbing
@@velocityraptor2890 I haven't seen it since June 2021 so keep your eye open
Is your furbys name Bert by any chance?
@@kerbalairsoft he says there was a homeless guy looking for Bert. maybe he was the original owner.
The "FUCK" lightsaber is the funniest damn thing in the world.
I agree
I thought i was gonna die of laughter 🤣
THE FUCK SABER
if my previous friends had a hold of that saber chaos would ensue
@M E M E *_BEAUTIFUL HHAHAHAA_*
One night after a drinking session my mate found an Iggle Piggle from In The Night Garden and when you pressed it's belly it would sing a little song . He put it on the shelf and forgot about it for about a year until it fell off the shelf and somehow malfunctioned as in it wouldn't shut up . He gave it to his neighbours dog who stared at it for a minute then tore the thing to shreds .
I am 100% convinced that Furbies were made to be a lot more complicated than people think, and certainly a lot more than a normal toy.
The fact that it can pick up radio frequencies and how there's so many stories of furbies reacting to SPECIFIC environments (darkness, certain sounds like jazz or other music, stuff like that) makes me think that every single furby manufactured was made to be slightly different. I genuinely wish I could have a furby from the 1990's, that shit was probably significantly more cursed than whatever these furby connects are now and they were probably also really interesting.
every copy of furby is personalized
It's like some weird fnaf shit
My cousin gave me her old furby boom and it turned evil after listening to a cupcakke song😂 they are definitely onto something🤣
@silent night sounds fun to me
@@tobenamed610 I agree I hate when strangers assume things and tell you what you do and don't want
I must say, the concept of a Bop It playing itself is both hilarious and terrifying.
A ghost just tryna vibe lol
it got a better score than i could ever get
hilarrifying
you see a black shadowy figure emerge from your bed, just to grab your bop it and head to the nearest corner. oh wait someone already did this
I'd be pissed off that the ghost is better at that thing than me
The Goofy analogy actually makes sense. The original Furbies were voiced by Tony Pope who actually voiced Goofy in several pieces of media, including Who Framed Roger Rabbit.
damnnnnnnnn
i dare u to go to 4:40
A-HYUCK! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Thats actually really damn cool.
I think the issue isn't goofy, but rather the fact that speaking through a cheese grater doesn't really do much.
I didn't have anything like a furby, but one day a deep droning sound came from my room. I never heard anything like it and it was frightening. Turned out it was my ancient digital alarm clock/radio, vibrating violently, close to the resonant frequency of the wooden table it sat on. I must have accidentally put it into alarm mode instead of radio....which somehow broke something else.
Whenever the alarm time was changed, that thing would go off in regular intervals until the set time was reached, essentially just keeping you awake all night. On every subsequent day it would work perfectly, as long as you didn't change the alarm time. I still have no clue what happened.
After it said
“Maybe the monsters were truly us all along”
Then silently fades to
“one time i shoved a tow dinosaur head first in my rear”
I almost died of laughing
same
me too
SAME
LMAO SAME WHO DOES THAT HELP SIFAJSJDJJE😭😭
Lmao that made me less scared 😂
The swearing saber got me sobbing when matt was doing the sounds, many made me laugh but this specific scene of swearing sabers killed me
` ` IT’S OVER ANAKIN! I HAVE THE HIGH GROUND!- ` `
` ` YOU UNDERESTIMATE MY POWER! ` `
` ` DON’T TRY IT! ` `
` ` AAAA- ` `
*fuck*
*fuck*
Lmao same
You should watch The Roomba That Screams When it Bumps Into Stuff by Michael Reeves
I was laughing to death 😂
Can’t wait for that to be animated
I had a horrible doll thing, it was blue, had purple Eyes, and bright green lips. It was supposed to sing the "skitamaringy dingy di skitaramiringy do I love you! I love you in the evening underneath the moon skitamaringy dingy di skitamaringy doooooo I love you!" But instead all it says is "I love your skin"
Me and my sister both got furbys nearly 9 years ago. She lost her's a long time ago but mine I last saw about a year ago in the entryway closet at are old house. But a few years earlier, my furby was stuck in this angry demon like mode. Me and my sister called it: "The Angry Eyes" mode. And one day after trying to get it out of that mode, (and dropping it a lot) when it would turn on, it would act normal until it would shut off randomly without the usual sound effects and movement to show that it was sleeping. In other words, it would have it's eyes black without it's eyelids closed.
I forgot to mention that it's voice sounded a little bit like Waluigi, and would always go: DOO DA, DEH! DOO DA, DEHDUHDEHDUH!!
Oh god
That sounds terrifying
Too much Linkin Park.
God that's scary
For real
I had a Sally talks a lot (I think that's what it was called) a doll that read stories by running the metal sensor on one of its hands over a magnetic strip on the books it came with. Somewhere in my childhood I lost the books and this doll doesn't talk otherwise so a few years later still had the doll but it was in the back of my closet. When out of nowhere it starts reading out loud in the middle of the night but its voice got more and more distorted. Threw her out that night. Same house but my dad who was a paramedic in his twenties had collected emergency vehicles that flashed lights while making noise but could also move if one pulled back on them. One night after coming home from vacation my dad opened the door to every single one of these vehicles going off and moving at the same time. Dad rushed in while making us stay outside to check to see if someone had broken in. Once he found every door and window locked but there was no one inside our house. As he went to pick up the toys they all went off all at once again and the fire truck the largest model in his collection backed up four feet on carpet and raced forward hitting my dad in the foot. We stayed at a neighbors house that night and dad got rid of his collection the next morning. Didn't matter I'm 100% that house was haunted half the neighborhood had been built on a old cemetery that was supposedly moved to a new location. I don't think they got everything in the move
the fire truck hitting his foot is hilarious
@@ebifuon6776 lol
That sounds horrifying.
STORY-
I had this moana necklace when I was younger that would sing ‘how far I’ll go’ when you pressed it, and now whenever you press it it sounds like a heavy metal emo rock band from the deepest depths of hell.
It is hilarious . And terrifying. Mostly terrifying actually
As a kid?
Is it THAT old?
@@isosk1229 That movie is 6 years old
@@Fanin_n jesus i thought it was like a 2019 movie
PFFT I WANNA HEAR IT-
@@elizabethramirezthezenshii9691 it sounds really really like a horror movie 😂
My little brother had one of those toy monster trucks that would say things when you pressed the buttons. It was from a second hand store, so it would sometimes get stuck, and the buttons were super sensitive. Eventually, it got annoying so I took the batteries out and stuck it in our storeroom, where I knew my brother wouldn't find it. The next night, I was staying up late doing homework when I hear "GRAVEDIGGER!!!!" super loud. My stomach dropped, and like the dumb teen i was, I rushed into my brothers room, where the noise had come from. The truck was sitting in the middle of his room, where there was absolutely nothing to press its buttons or even touch it.
My brother slept though the whole thing.
I may have cried. A lot.
It must asking you to bury it from its misery
@@Incognito-bo2he gravedigger is a monsterjam trucks name (the name of the toy)
My brother has that toy and now I'm scared- 😭
@@kayla8477 Ah, I see. Sorry for not knowing because I didn't have a lot of toys back then...
Now I desperately wish I could hear Goofy talking through a cheese grater
I have a rabbit that sings "I want candy" and I'll never forget how one night, out of nowhere, it appeared in the crack between the side of my bed and the wall. So I turn off the lights and climb into bed, and only when I roll over (mind you, I'm half asleep), it goes "I want candddddyyyyyy" in a horribly distorted voice. Scared the living daylights out of me. I think I peed the bed a little. I accidentally pressed it again throwing it back into the closet in a panic, and had to live through the sound of it reverberating off my walls for the next five minutes.
Dayum
Your poor, poor soul I think maybe you should burn it if you have not already this is why I hate talking toys they scare me..
@@-Kimimela666 it’s still in my closet, waiting for the right time to strike. I think I should just put it out of its misery and like you said- burn it.
@@youremyfavoritesong9868
Bro how do you sleep if I knew that was in my closet I would hide under my bed-
@@-Kimimela666 I honestly don’t know, my closet isn’t that big either so every time I go in there I can see it
It’s just funny to me how Matt does these things like the whole video
does Ice King know you are using his electronics..?
“I had a woody toy as well, a decade later we found it and he just started screaming he wouldn’t stop until we bashed his head on wood.”
*Gave a whole new meaning to the name Woody.*
Woody in wood
Woody got wood
😏
Woody bit the wood😂😂
woody truly got planked
I swear from 12 at night to 3 in the morning every toy in existence just decides to completely unhinge themselves just to laugh at our terror 😭
I had one of those singing polar bears from the Christmas Coke promotion event that eventually got abandoned for years. Then I found it in my room and pushed the button that makes the bear play music. It was obviously broken because it started playing the "We Wish You a Merry Christmas" tune in a very silent but low-pitched and corrupted voice, not to mention extremely slowly. Since this toy didn't really have any batteries and only stopped playing after the tune was over without any way to turn it off, the only thing I was smart enough to do was to push the button again. After that the tune became EVEN MORE corrupted, slowed and cursed, to the point where you couldn't even guess what was the song that the bear was playing. BUT THAT'S NOT IT.
It didn't stop for a few minutes, so I just put the bear in my closet and forgot about for the day. The tune was so silent that you couldn't really hear it until you put your ear next to it. Later that night, when the whole apartment was asleep and didn't make any noise I went to sleep too but kept hearing this quiet screech that scared me to the point it drove me crazy. After one very irritated investigation through my entire room I found out that it was that fucking polar bear hell-carolling FOR HOURS NON-STOP. I got so terrified that I just started to smash that bear against hard surface until it stopped singing. Forever.
didja call an excorcist?
You see I had a Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer animatronic toy that I got as a gift, for Christmas I assume, at a really young age to the point where I don't even remember when I got it, I just knew I had it. The reason I call it an animatronic is because although it didn't walk it too was one of those push a button and it sings toys, but it also spun its head to look left and right, and lit up its nose.
The thing is as a younger child who was very emotional I got very attached to my stuffed animals to the point where I had some sort of experience with each of them and didn't want to get rid of any of them. So like a hoarder I kept my stuffed animals till I was about 10-12 at which I was, well I wouldn't say wiser or smarter, but I realized that I was a hoarder and decided to get rid of my stuffed animals. While I was searching through my stuffed animals I saw it and I had learned that the fabric around its neck had ripped off so that stuffing was falling out, and although I could see the metallic part of its neck, and it looked creepy as hell, I decided, "Why not listen to it one more time?". HUGE MISTAKE.
As I was stupid, I decided to push the button, not considering the fact that the batteries were probably corroded after *YEARS* , and it probably had mechanical errors after being -possessed by a demon- hidden amongst the rest of my toys and probably smashed or crushed by me(I don't mistreat my stuffed animals, it was probably crushed because I had my stuffed animals next to my bed, I tended to roll out of bed and land on them, so I don't break my nose or smash my face on the bed frame which would be a lot worse). As soon as I pressed the button it started its horror, but it wasn't bad at first. It was able to sing its song, without being able to say its name right, but instead saying some sort of deep voiced demonic version of its name (Think Corpse Husband's voice overlapped with one of those creepy dying "Mama, mama" dolls you see in movies). And it was no longer able to turn its head left so it just clicked its head trying to turn a gear or something which would allow it to do so, and the light would flicker. But the problems came after, once the song should have finished, it didn't and it continued to sing, but the voice got lower and lower and at one point I think the head just stopped having a seizure trying to turn itself and gave up with its head sideways. The song continued for a while (because I was too dumb to remove the batteries, or tell my parents) so I put off to the side and ignored it and then it got to the point where the nose lit up without flickering, but the voice was similar to walkie talkie static, if you could make it sound deeper and continuous. and then it just stopped and the shiny red nose no longer shined, glowed or any other verb normally used to describe it. I'm pretty sure I threw it away after that because there was no way I was going to try and sell that or give it away to someone.
TLDR: Spooky Rudolph turned Evil
@Prince Gavin Dones oh for fuck's sake
@Prince Gavin Dones ಠ ل͟ ಠ
The mental image of the Woody doll screaming nonstop to the point of driving them to frantically bashing his fucking head on things to make it stop is probably one of the funniest things I've ever heard
It's funnier that the items they bashed his on are *W O O D*
Oh the irony
10/10, would yeehaw again
My brother once had a toy Lotso huggin’ bear from Toy Story 3 that would talk and sing. One night we were all hyper and I was doing cartwheels in his room when his toy Lotso said “your friend is silly.” That was NOT one of his regular lines he said, and when we checked, we discovered that there were no batteries in it and it was turned off. Needless to say, we were all terrified, and decided to bury him under a pile of our bikes in the garage. The next morning, when we opened the door to the garage, he was SITTING UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FLOOR. 7 years later, and I am still traumatized.
What is with toys being possessed
I feel kind of bad for him.
He just wanted to be part of the fun 🐻
My god....the movies are real!
I once had a toy to learn about alphabets that when turned on had a happy tune play and a woman saying “cmon lets play!” And i found it few years later, i turned it on and the tune played in a creepy pitch and a deep demonic voice said cmon….. l-l-letttssss play” and then it kept repeating the ay sound for 4 seconds extremely fast then said oops… times up! (Demonically) which was one of its voice lines… it never worked again no matter how many new batteries we put in it, we threw it away few months later but i swear when i was going back i felt like i heard a “bye bye” in a demonic voice. I swear on my collection of pokemon cards that this happened.
Santa did it.. or ur dad
Two separate incidents of this happened to me over the course of my life.
For the first instance, when I was 15, I bought a used Contra LCD game off of eBay.
It worked just fine, until it got stuck and started playing the “game start” theme on a short loop, even AFTER I had taken the batteries out AND put it in a ziplock bag.
The second instance was when I was four and I had a little plush toy of Bob the Tomato from VeggieTales the would say “I’m Bob the Tomato!” whenever you squeezed him.
The batteries died within less than a year and every time you squeezed it it would just go “IiI’mMm BbBoOoBbB tTtHhHeEe TtThHhEeE tTtOoOmMmAaAtTtOoO… …bwAAABOBaaaahhhBObaaBObaaa-“
Imagine reading ur kids a bedtime story and a furby just insults you like that
@El Colas ok good job. I can't argue with the fact that I walked straight into that.
😝
I actually find that hilarious.
I had a Furby, then I dropped it and it went to an "evil mood" where it sounds like Satan, and I couldn't get it to switch back. I put in on the top of my bunk bed but it kept randomly waking up, so then I put it in my closet. It woke me up in the middle of the night making weird noises. I buried it under more stuff until I could only hear faint, muffled sounds as I walked by my closet.
Before this, I had a knock-off Furby that would actually speak English. It got low on batteries and its voice got slightly distorted. Two of the lines it would say started terrifying my 8 year old self.
*_"TALK TO ME!"_*
*_"DANCE WITH ME!"_*
how the FUCK does satan sound like?
@@peppermint5117 very odd. i had a Furby who switched to Satan too, it's actually common
Better call the Doom Slayer
I never had a furby, but I did have this plastic teapot toy with a face on it that would play the "I'm a little teapot" jingle in the usual cheap plastic toddler toy soundfont. I don't remember exactly what would trigger it to play the song, but it was either pretending to pour tea from it, pressing a button in the center of the lid (where the lid nob would be), or by taking off/putting on the lid. One day it just started playing the song in the middle of the night. Just about scared the shit out of me.
Not a toy, but there was also this ice cream truck that would go around the neighborhood and occasionally went "hEllOoooOoo" in this broken and gargled voice. I cried whenever it went by, and my parents were very understanding as to why.
I think it activated by pretending to pour the teapot. I could be wrong though
I had one i threw it against the wall and then it played non-stop for 15 minutes i then threw it again and it turned off forever
Oh wow I had one of those! It never turned evil though.
Oh hey, I had one of those teapots. Mine would play music when you pressed the button, and make a sound effect when you pretended to pour tea.
My sister had one of those! Lol
I once had a furby but it only spoke in Turkish. I got it for Christmas when I was about 7. One night I was playing with it when it died right infront of me, I didn't think anything of it so I placed on my bedside table. I woke up at 3AM to hear it now speaking english chanting "*B A N A N A*" Every 5 seconds. It stopped after a while but it just started saying "I'm hungry." Back in Turkish and in a very low pitched, creepy, demon voice. We threw it out after but I swear I saw it outside our local McDonalds when my mother took me and my siblings to get happy meals.
*I*-*M*--HUUUUUUUUUUUUUNGRYYYYYYYYY
Not exactly a furby, but I once had a tickle me Elmo that was left out in the rain for around 3 weeks. We finally brought it in and it just wouldn’t work for a month or two. After that, in the middle of the night I hear a demonic voice just screaming. I couldn’t find out what it was that did it that night and was scared as crap for like a week. Then again around a week later, I heard the demonic creature yell “Tickle meeeeeeeeee” and “Elmo needs tickles” and things along these lines. I finally found him and tossed him out but it was for sure an experience, felt haunted af
nothing like a tickle me elmo story
My cousin had a minion furby-like toy. His younger siblings started beating it for no reason and I threw it out of the window (?). It was mid sentence so you could hear the voice getting fainter like "BANAnⁿᵃᵃ".
Lmao
This. I actually feel sorry for this one, a little bit.
Poor Minion Furby may it Rest In Peace.😭🕊
I still cant stop laughing trying to say b a n a n a
This made my day thank you man 😂
On a more positive wholesome note,
I have this adorable little blue fisher price plush seahorse. He plays this relaxing music and water/bubble noises, his stomach also lights up.
I have had him since i was a baby. My aunt got him for me. One day he got tossed in a bin with the rest of my baby toys and i grew up. Then i moved and the bin was placed in the basement. Today, i watched this video, and it made me think about all the toys i had when i was little. Then i remembered him, and that i had seen him in the basement recently. I was like, "I should bring him back up." Why? Because i remember he used to stop complete tantrums, meltdowns, and anxiety attacks (I have a moderate-sever anxiety disorder, always have) in their tracks. So i was thinking, what if the music is still calming now? I also thought, "I hope he doesn't sound demonic..but i have to check." I went down to the basement with my dad to look. (he knows what bins are where) So i checked this little blue bin. Boom, he's right at the top. I flipped the switch and pressed his stomach. To my shock, EXACTLY the same. Not even slowed down. THE SAME MUSIC. I used to press this thing all day every day, with no battery changes. HOW? I changed it anyway because i figured he deserved a battery change after all those years. He will now be sitting on my bed. I do not care what anyone thinks. There will be a fisher price baby toy seahorse on my bed. LMAO.
I've actually had a bunch of toys like this somehow. I have these mickey mouse binoculars (idk if it still works but last time i tried it it worked just fine, despite its history of being thrown around by 5 year old me lmao) this dog puppet that sings every time you open its mouth (which i've had since i was a baby and last time we checked it still worked just fine) and a little einsteins singing quincy doll (which also worked just fine)
That sounds amazing. Precious plushy.
ohh dude i had one of those too
i miss em :(
That's adorable. My friend has a frog that lights up and is fisher price too and wont even let anyone touch it it's that wholesome. Cute toys fo not belong with furbies
EDIT: I meant do not fo, whoops
@Therealruvysvat I bet someone out there smiled cause of it ❤
the story of tPonelope the dragon reminded me of mine. i'd press her stomach a few times listening to her voice lines of asking if she can tell me secrets & stuff, then leave her be for a while. then sometimes she'd start talking on her own quite often saying 'Broom broom fire!' & that was when she'd get burried under the other dolls & toys in the toy baby crib.
Fun fact: Boohbah was a British children’s TV show. It was incredibly weird and the orange one is named “Zing Zing Zingbah.” My 7th grade English teacher showed it to us during class once.
i feel like i remember those things. I have no idea how, but i recognized that monstrousity.
@@brendathevehicon they are always in your mind. no matter if you think you’ve forgotten. they always come back. the boohbahs are watching.
I think we once owned a Boohbah kids book. Idk what story was it on but I vaguely recall that somewhat regardless.
I think we once owned a Boohbah kids book. Idk what story was it on but I vaguely recall that somewhat regardless.
I found it out when I just wrote "Booba Sparrow".
Booba is that, like, mix of a feathery animal and with cat ears which just speaks gibberish.
This is more of a bittersweet than horror story....
My mum bought me a Gizmo furby when I was 9 years old, she loved it probably more than I did, frequently "babysitting" it, I often heard her talking furby to it and giggling at its jibberish.
One night, it woke up randomly at 2am on my bedside table and said (in its language) "love you...good night..." before closing its eyes. I found out the next day, that almost to the hour, that was when my mum passed away peacefully in her sleep...
:/ that’s literally in Matt’s last compilation. I don’t think that’s your story.
@@kaidwyer link? It might be a similar story, but I assure you this one is mine, it's a bit upsetting you think I'd lie about my mum's passing :/
@@SarahJSweetheart Oh, my bad. Found your comment on his previous video, that’s what I was remembering. Sorry.
@@kaidwyer no worries, we all make mistakes :3
Using someone's death to get virtual clout. I cast shame upon you.
Non-scary story: I have a teddy bear that doesn't have a name, and for years has only been known as heart bear or heart-beat bear. I need to replace his batteries but he still works. The reason for the name is because he had a few noise settings, like rain/nature, some sort of music, and something else. But the one I loved and always used when I was having trouble sleeping was the heartbeat.
I also have this little light-up lightning bug(?) toy that would play the melodies to nursery rhymes when you squeezed him. Among them were hush little baby and twinkle twinkle little star. At some point I had another toy that specifically sang Clementine. I don't remember where that one is.
Clementine?
@@GoldenArmorYeah Oh My Darling, Clementine. I just shortened the title because I was tired and didn't want to write everything.
aww
I never had a Furby or anything, but I do remember an incident with an old music box I had. I kept it in my room for a long time and it never did anything. One day, me and my sister were playing with Barbies in my room, when all of a sudden, the music box stared playing this sad, creepy tune, all by itself. We went silent, stared at each other, and then bolted out of the room. I got rid of the music box after that.
my weird toy story: I used to have a woody doll that you would pull the string and it would say some kind of voice line. well, mine was glitchy as shit and would say its voicelines without pulling the string. which was fine, i jus didn't keep it in my room at night. it was mildly annoying... until it got hit with the lawn mower. its body was ripped to fluffy shreds, but somehow the voice box remained attached to the shattered head's remains. it let out a deep and terrifying "YeEeEeEeEeEhAAaaaAaAaAaAAAAAAaaaaaaAAaaaWWwwwwwwWWWww..." and died then and there.
You could set those things to respond to voice activity but damn it died like a Texan, getting ripped apart and screaming Yeeehaw
bestie-
thank you for this
I had one aswell, in fact, I even had a Wendy one that did the same thing. One day Wendy’s batteries died, though. I still have the two dolls and now I’m curious to see what they’d do if the batteries were replaced.
F
He rode that lawnmower like a real cowboy
I once had a toy t-rex that, when turned on, would walk forwards with loud noises of mechanical servos and stuff. You know, the loud machine-noises toys from the 2000's would make. 5-year old me found it really fascinating to see a small dinosaur walk in a straight line, and me being dumb eventually tried to grab its legs and hold it in place. When doing so, it would make a loud snapping noise over and over until I let go. But that's not the cursed part, it comes now. Sometimes, for no reason at all, the t-rex would start walking for short periods of time, even though its switch was clearly on "OFF". Being woken up at 2AM by a dinosaur walking off the shelf, making loud mechanical noises, was something I wasn't quite fond of.
Rex wanted to make you pay for his suffering.
I still have this toy in the back of my closet
I think I had that. My mom donated it to a coffee shop.
I think i had one of those
I have one but its more humanoid
Not a particularly creepy story, but my sister had a ladybug toy that would sing a song, and she hated the song so much so she would constantly throw the toy full force at the wall, and now it just says "We-" and then dies.
Just your average 6-8 year old.
Miraculous ladybug or generic ladybug
@@sincerecinnamon I believe the official name for it was "happy napper", and it looked like a big generic pink ladybug
“WII”
@@yxorPnwoknU "a great evil is coming"
I remember having this baby doll toy that had a voice box that would make baby noises when you pressed his belly button, Over time the voice started distorting and breaking, it would really scare me sometimes to the point I would cry. This one time a friend was @ my house and this toy was in my toy closet thing or whatever and it started going off like ''AAaaAaAaaAaUUuUhuHuguGgGgGhHhHhH'' in a creepy distorted voice. I immediately threw the toy from my balcony to never see him again.
The phone thing reminds me of something. When I was a kid, my twin brother and I had some sort of rip off barbie phone that made noises when you pressed its buttons. It worked well for us but 5 years later when we passed it down to our baby brother all it was capable of was the low, vaguely masculine voice plus it sounded like it was underwater. Even on new batteries. Surprisingly my brother loved it and used that cursed thing all the time. On multiple occasions I was awakened by him striding into my room at 6 in the morning, with his good friend Barbzebub on the line asking me if I wanted to go shopping
Ȧ̶̵̗̳y̯̤͑́́̓́ ă̶̸̝ͦ͊̿͋͞y̯̤͑́́̓́ ă̶̸̝ͦ͊̿͋͞y̯̤͑́́̓́ I̶̴̗̗̦͍ͨͭ̉͢͟'m̶̷͔ͪ̽͡ y̯̤͑́́̓́ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚û̶͙̽̿͆̈r̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟ b̵̸͙̅̽͡ͅû̶͙̽̿͆̈t̴͕͖͓̀t̴͕͖͓̀ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊r̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟f̷̵̫̞̉͢ḻ̸͈ͧ͑̓̓̀͡y̯̤͑́́̓́.
Underrated comment. You had me at “Barbzebub”
You do realize that Barbzebub is extremely close to Beezlebub which is the devil's name
You do realize that Barbzebub is extremely close to Beezlebub which is the name of the devil
Funnily enough, there’s a fanfic on AO3 titled “‘Hi Barbie!’ ‘Hi Beelzebub!’”
I had an Elmo doll that went “Elmo loves me” When I was little. At one point when I was less than two years old I got admitted to the hospital for about week, maybe almost two weeks, for pyelonephritis and I had the doll with me. Apparently activating the sound on the toy was the only thing that calmed me down and I would do it CONSTANTLY the whole time. My parents had to listen to it over and over and OVER again, especially my mom since she refused to leave the hospital (she literally slept in a recliner at my bedside in the hospital with me the whole time I was there because she’s an AMAZING mom). You can imagine how creepy it got when the batteries started getting low after awhile.
Did it become distorted or say "Ẹ̵̢̡̧̨̧͕̫̣͔̦̮̲͚͉͇͖̥̖͓̭͕̣͈̫̭̗͔͕̜̲̹̙͖̘̹͈̣̰͚̭̦̞̰̱̜̗̲̌̓ͅḿ̴̨̨̛̛͈̟̹̱̭̠̹̫̱͚̞̼̝̗̭͈͓͈̠͇̯̯͕̬͔͎͚̣̱͈̫̞̭͈͙͉̞̳̗͈̭̽̎͒̾̀̇͗̎̀̏͌̈́̈́͒͑̏͐̅͊̏͋̐͌̌̓͒̊̉̄̐̽̃̓̿̒̄͗̉̽͆͑̓͜͠͝o̵̢̨̢̡̡̻̬͕͓͍̱̙̜̦͙͈̩͔̯̜̹̻͈̤̲̮̱̲̝̰̼̪͋̐ͅͅ ̸̢̢̛͍̲̩͉̥̻̰̜͚͓͈͎̬̣͍͚̲̝͉͓͍̀͒͒̋̏̈́̿̀̿̌́̈́̓̀̏́́̍̇̄̂̈́̓͘͜͜l̶̢̨̡̨̨̜̥̗̭̯͖̲͉̫̠̻̬̖͓̘̺͕̥̻̝̦͖̼͕̻̣̤̥̼͉̣̯͔̀̍͘͘ͅo̵̡̡̡̢̢̧̤̮͎̳̙̠̜̫̬̣͎̦̠̥͎̖͚͇͇̥̥̙̜͔͈̗͙͖̲̙̬͈̮͕͚͙̠͉̯̥̪͔͚͆͋͑̐̊͒̔̇̈́͂͛͊̏̎̀̀͌̈͗̓̈́̎͂̉̓́͋́͌́̏͌̓̆̚͘̕̕̕̚̚͜͝v̸̢̧̧̨̡̛̙̦̟̲͓̘̞̘͕̫͓̪̙̣̤̲͚͖̱̮̤̘̥̝̜͙̭̭͇̱͈̙̮̅͌̏̋̆̑͊̋͑̐̇́͐́͌̌͘ͅe̸͙̲̫̩͖̱̖̣͚̟̪̤̤̟͖̱̓̒͊͋̏̄͆̀̅͗̓̌̀̊͆̿͐̑̈̓̔̏́͒̑̇̃́̌͘̕̚̕̚͜͝͝͝͝͠͝" in a very loud voice and then just die?
we need answers
@@textwallsurvivalgameplays Perhaps a bit of both?
@@textwallsurvivalgameplays emo love
@@textwallsurvivalgameplays how the heck do you get that kind of font lmao
The animatronic fish on a plaque that sings "Don't worry be happy" is called Big Mouth Billy Bass.
Once, at a bed and breakfast in a small town a few hours away from my city, with my friend and our respective moms, there was one of those on the wall. I took it off the wall and made it sing and we thought it was hilarious because it was a little broken and couldn't quite flop the way it was meant to, so it just twitched sorta. But then it wouldn't stop singing, even when I put it back on the wall. Even when I turned the power switch off. It wouldn't stop singing. Only when the batteries were removed would it stop, but then as soon as the batteries would back in it would start back up again. We took one of the batteries out and left it on the table the whole time we stayed there- when we had to leave, I put the battery in as gingerly as possible and then RAN. It didn't start singing again. We joke that it would've killed us on the third night had we stayed longer than two days...
Some of these stories in this vid remind me of the time the old oven in my parent's house stopped working. We were just preheating it for a pizza one day as it constantly started beeping earlier than it was supposed to. It was also louder than the regular beeping. I tried to shut it off but it would not stop. My dad had to unplug it for it to stop.
the lightsaber one isnt necessarily scary, it's more hilarious than anything. the way it would just shout "FUCK" every time it hit something is PERFECT 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
"All women, are QUEENS!"
"If she breathes, she's a THOOT!"
**sounds of the lightsaber saying fuck continuously**
So fucking true OH god imagine if you attach it to your laptop or tablet and whenever you tap a button it says FUCK
@@loganbowyer1733 Imagine ig you somehow forgot it was attached, and were doing a presentation, with the microphone on
Person: *accidentally smashes a light bulb with lightsaber*
Lightsaber: F U C K
Oh god
When I was around 5 years old, my grandmother went on a business trip to Canada. As a little souvenir for me, she got a big Loon bird plushie. Every time you pressed its wing, it would make a bird call. Now, I had a huge stack of plushies on my bed, so I just threw it in there and forgot about it. Fast forward to 2nd grade, and this Loon is underneath my bed and most of other plushies have gone to Goodwill besides a few that I coaxed my parents into keeping. The voice box must have gone bad, because one night it randomly started going WEEEoooh WAHHHZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZWHAoohWAHHHHHZZZZZZZZooo over and over and over again and it scared the crap out of me. We live in an apartment, and it was so bad that our downstairs neighbors called 911 to make sure we were okay and an ambulance and a fire truck all showed up and my dad had to explain to them that it was just a toy.
Sheesh
@@yahhoooyahhooo4524 sheeeeeesh
sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesh
@@ryancrisp4947 sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesh
Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesh
Not a furby but my Mom had a small dog plush that would say "I love you" when you squeezed it. She actually bought it at Wal-Mart or something, she was an aisle or two over and heard it speak and went to see what it was. When she found it nobody was in the aisle but she figured someone squeezed it a couple times and left. Anyway, she buys it for her chihuahuas to play with. It wasn't long before they had ripped it and chewed off the ears and its plastic nose and eyes. After the eyes were gone its single recorded line somehow changed and started saying, very clearly, "I hate you"!
Weird thing is it turned up in her house about 2 years ago despite vanishing around 2012 in her previous home. And having helped pack her things and move her into her current place, I know as well as she does that we never even found it after that, let alone moved it with her. It still works too. I recorded it with my phone since I had the opportunity. Ever since it resurfaced it tends to disappear for a bit then randomly turn up again after a month or two. It's currently MIA again but is about due for another appearance.
Also: Holy sh*t! While I was typing that last sentence something touched me. It felt like a finger swiped the small of my back. I half expected to see the toy behind me. Nothing was there, which is freaky enough bc this wasn't a light brush, it was very deliberate, but damn that about stopped my heart!
That’s actually really weird lol, can you upload it?
Holy shit
@@FlameAronitin I wanna see it too!
before: I love you
after: I HATE YOU
This one is actually straight from a horror story. It's like it could actually feel what the dogs did...
I once had a Jessie doll (from Toy Story btw) that had a voicebox. One of the recordings was her having a 'laughing contest' with the user. The laugh sounded pretty demonic, I'm not gonna lie.
I had this talking bear toy that was at my grandmas house. It was programmed to say something specific when you read different lines from the story that came with it. One time after my grandma finished reading the story she told me and my brother to clean up the room. We said we didn’t want to and started complaining. The bear said, “Now kids, listen to your grandma and clean up the room.” He was never programmed to say that. I beat the life out of him for about 15 minutes after that.
At least it had good intentions for what we know.
Well that furby sounded like its a good one not like those evil ones
*he hears everything*
I had an Elsa plush that sang “let it go” when I pressed it . A couple years after I got it, it’s voice was croaky and deep. The year before last I sat on it accidentally and had no idea where the “lEt iT gOOoOAaahH” was coming from. Scared the shit out of me.
I wish my sister's one was that
I'm always going insane cause of that thing
She's a theater kid
I'm surprised that my mom's story of a furby acting completely normally was remarkable enough to be in this video.
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I had (and still have) a dollhouse that has switches and buttons allowing you to turn on the lights in certain rooms, as well as a working doorbell and a jungle-esc balcony that played birdsong. I loved that thing (still do) and used to play with all my zoo animal figurines inside it (completely ignoring the human dolls that came with the house, no, 7 year old me would rather hold a funeral for one of my zebras that my sister chucked across the room breaking one of his ears off. I recall that I later had him come back from the dead but was "half deaf" and constantly bullied due to his missing ear, his mother was as overprotective as Marlin with Nemo, and his dad was in denial of his son's "deformity". Fortunately, his pal the giraffe stood up for him against the relentless teasing from the Koala Squad).
Anyway one day in the middle of the night, the electric components started going haywire, with all the light-up parts flashing spaztically for half an hour accompanied by a mix of low, grating doorbell and distorted, demonic birdsong. It scared me so bad, I started screaming for my parents saying my dollhouse was haunted. As soon as they entered the room the batteries finally had a stroke and died completely. Didn't touch the damn thing for two weeks until I was sure I wasn't going to awaken the demon inside. Several years later, I dug it out if my closet along with my bag of beloved animal figurines and asked my parents if they could replace the batteries. When I heard that old doorbell chime for the first time in ages, I nearly broke down weeping with the wave of nostalgic joy that washed over me. Then, being the autistic sweetheart I am, I thoroughly apologized to my dollhouse for being scared of it and for it being abandoned in my closet all these years. I then proceeded to bring back the OG crew and have one of my little adventures for the first time in forever. It's more difficult to play with it nowadays since I moved out of our shared bedroom and into one of my own, since my room is "fun-sized" as I like to call it and doesn't have room for the dollhouse, meanwhile my little sister (not the one that threw the zebra, mind you) has my dollhouse buried in among her organized chaos where I can't easily get to it. She still helps me move things and clear a path to it sometimes though, but only if I promise not to touch her other things. Fun times.
8:21 his parents were also doing the roly poly
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I've got a giant Snoopy PEZ dispenser, that plays the Peanuts theme song when you open up the head. Though I think the batteries are getting low, so now whenever you open the head, you can still sort of make out the song, but now it's ultra deep and slow, with static and a bunch of creepy sounds in the background. It's like a feckin' funeral march
I read this comment and instantly looked over at the same snoopy pez I have sitting on my table, luckily it’s been dead and hasn’t made noise for years
I want to hear it now
I had this singing Christmas Tree toy which would sing “Rockin’ around the Christmas Tree” (you can find a video of someone else’s one here ruclips.net/video/RfCOBVYVmnU/видео.html). Over the course of about 7 years, it eventually broke down.
During its last “song”, it was singing the song very slowly and deeply, and during the “performance”, it went silent for a bit before saying, and I quote, a heavily distorted “Fuck”. I then heard a popping sound come from inside of it and it never worked again.
It was probably just the word “pumpkin” being distorted heavily, but I thought it was hilarious.
i imagined it singing the song like a drunk cigarette addicted old man before giving up singing it mid-way through saying fuck then killing himself with a gun
@@yerlocaljacc8461 okay
🎶"...maybe we'll have some FUCKIN pie..."🎶
..... *Fuq* .... (ded)
Like any other child, I go to visit my Nonna, her neighbours daughter is one of my best friends and she came over that day like any other.
We went looking under the stairs for no reason and found an old snowman toy, it smelt like ashes and I pressed it's belly and it made a semi distorted "wish you a merry Christmas" song.
We took it up stairs and as we played it started randomly singing super distorted oh at random times, louder than before. I'm going to my Nonna's house in a few weeks.
Wish me luck.
So… did it sound even more distorted? Or did you get rid of it?
He was never seen again, he got caught...
I have a story about a creepy toy from a few years ago-
Basically my mum had kept a star-shaped Christmas decoration from when she was younger, it was electronic and would sing Christmas songs when a button was pressed. After many years in a box the plastic had turned yellow and the batteries had eroded and one of it’s eyes had turned to a weird angle. I turned it on to see if it worked but it made a sound that could only be made by something that came out of the darkest pit of hell. It was singing ‘jingle bells’ but slowed and reversed at times and the sound was interrupted by static every few seconds. It literally sounded like something out of a horror movie. When I tried to turn it off it continued to sing for a few seconds then stuttered and went silent, but one of its eyes was still moving slightly. It was terrifying and we threw it out immediately. I wish I’d taken a picture so I could have proof of how terrifying it looked-
I feel bad for you that you had to go through this pain.
Jingle Be- *static* lls, Jingl- *static again*
At my school, a teacher found a boobah in the ceiling. We basically kept it as a class pet, and every weekend one person would take it home/ on trips. One day, two smaller ones randomly appeared on their desk. So now we have three Boobahs in that class, and maybe more to come
any updates on the situation
There are 5 or 6 total, if memory serves.
THEYRE BREEDING
@@angelicpretty777 BREEDING BOOBAHS INC.
they're multiplying
My sister had one of those dolls that would drink milk from a bottle(don't remember the exact name of it). She had gotten it for her birthday one year and she loved it. After a few years of changing the batteries out multiple times, she finally stopped playing with it. She put it on a shelf in the bathroom and for no reason, the doll would move and talk in the middle of the night. Since I slept right next to the bathroom, almost every night, I would hear it go off and either move a limb or give out a very short giggle or cry.
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Imagine its 2 am and your trying to sleep and then you just hear- "Hehehehe..!"
2:03 AM: "ehehehe"
3:02 AM: "waaa"
4:01 AM: *moves a little*
Matthew’s commitment to pronouncing every spelling mistake and keyboard slam is admirable
I imagine a tow dinosaur is what cavemen used to tow other dinosaurs that were parked in the wrong spot.
Change you’re batteries
Wonder if that ever happened in the Flintstones, even though they had cars.
Fred: “It was an ACCIDENT, Officer!”
(Fred’s car gets towed by the cop’s T-rex)
I had a two foot tall Yoda as a kid, and when the batteries went down, it got...possessed. it would say stuff like "See you, I can." The creepiest thing was we took the batteries out it stopped talking in the "Yoda" speech version and would say complete sentences like "I can see where you sleep." Freaked me out, and eventually my brothers saved me by smashing it with a sledgehammer. Damn thing spoke the entire time they were destroying it.
It was making them guilty
That sounds terrifying, I'm glad it's well and truly destroyed so I have no chance of encountering it in a second hand store or something
*smash* AH *death*
Yoada probably said
"Limiting, this form is."
That thing possessed
I have an interestingly recent one,
Found a furby at Value Village a few years back and actually cleaned out the corroded battery compartment before stuffing new AA battery's inside it.
Keep in mind this is a pre-owned furby that I fixed up myself so there was no telling what sort of hell this thing actually went through,
All this Black and white furby ever did most of the time was say the following 5 lines:
-Achoo!
-cock'o'doodle doo! ee hee hee!
-Me "Fwail" (we decided to name him Flail)
-No Sound!
-No Light!
but when showing off this demented toy to one of my brother's girlfriends she said she hated furby's because they were always so creepy, so Flail responds by opening his eyes and saying
"No Like you!"
its currently dead even after new batteries so I'm thinking about giving the battery compartment another thorough cleaning.
when furby's have better comeback lines than me......
A toy named booba is hilarious
I'd laugh until I had an asthma attack if I heard "booooobaaa"
It also farts, so good luck
I got two stories.
One Christmas, me and my siblings were gifted these toys. There were fuzzy cats that only slept. Their side rose and fell, and they snored. That's all they did, all they were made to do. They didn't care much for these, but I freaking loved mine. I'd sleep with that thing close by because I liked to pet it and the snoring was soothing for some reason. One day though, it stopped working and I was so upset that I went to my dad. He took it down to his workbench in the garage, popped it open, and basically resodered the wires, because I guess I jostled this thing so much that the wires disconnected. That worked, but the problem would keep happening, and each time the wire inside got a little shorter and more easily popped off. In my small kid brain, it was like this cat kept having to have surgury until it finally died altogether. In hindsight, I'm sure there was a better way to fix it, but this was so long ago.
The other story I have is one from adulthood. You know those silly little Christmas decorations that parrot back sounds? Well, I found a bunch of little snowmen that'd do that and dance. The real fun, I think, is in turning them all on, huddling them real close, saying something to get them started, and letting techno hell ensue. Because they parrot sounds they hear and make it higher pitched, that included sounds they heard other snowmen saying. So one snowman would say the original "Merry Christmas", but then the next would say it in a tiny squeaky voice. The next would be so squeaky, it'd be almost like a sneeze. Then it'd start getting WEIRD. Electronic sounds would bleed in, and it'd go from short to these long strings of animatronic whirring and sci-fi beeps at increasingly loud volumes until you turned them all off. Half my family hates it, but holy shit it's so funny to do.
*Pretty soon they'll become sentient and then summon Cthulhu*
how long did it take you to tpye this
The snowmen *will summon him*
@@airy214 uhhh... i think i wrote all that in ten minutes? Maybe 15.
@@Littlepup93 wow i can't even magle 5
A long, LONG time ago, my family was woken up in the middle of the night by high-pitched singing coming from the basement. With all us kids huddled together terrified in the bedroom and mom on the phone to the police, dad crept down to the basement with wrench in hand to confront the intruder. It was a Ring Around the Rosie doll that had suddenly come back to life after months of not working.
My GOD.
The fact that song is about dying from the plague just makes this 1000% worse...
If you still have it, can you record it playing in the basement upstairs!?
@@I_also_like_sirens_hehe probably not, it’s pretty rare for a house to have a basement upstairs
@@scottishcheese13 I meant record it by having the camera/microphone upstairs
@@emmahealy4863 Pretty sure that's apocrypha. It is at the very least hotly debated as an interpretation.
I had a transformers toy named Devastator after the one in the 2nd movie, the head had no off-switch and no way to remove the batteries and whenever even the slightest vibration occurred you would either hear metal churning or "I.. AM.. DEVASTATOR!"
We've locked it inside a cabinet and to this day if you walk too hard nearby it'll just start churning metal - one time lightning struck and he said "I.. AM.. DEVASTATOR!"
i went a grocery shop once w/ my grandma and there was the baby toys shelf, one of them was a keyboard w/ letters and when you pressed one of the letters it would say an animal with that letter so i pressed one of the buttons and everytime the keyboard was done saying the name of the animal all the other toys would start giggling :,D
I once had a Fisher-Price game called Screwy Looey. Its main feature was a sentient, battery-operated "drill" that would make goofy noises, talk to the players during the game, and yawn when going into low-power mode. (There was no "Off" switch.) I stored it in my bedroom closet, and proceeded to be terrorized for a solid 5 years by random yawning emerging from my closet in the middle of the night. I don't think the batteries ever died...
@Tim stro59 Granted the drill bit was plastic, but yeah... It was pretty disconcerting to be around.
Random hatchimal story: so I had this hatchimal, I named him "Mowhawk" and when I first got him out of the box I didn't wait. I just wanted to get him out of the egg ASAP so I started trying to poke my fingers through, eventually I got my thumb through and slowly but surely peeled off the rest of the egg shelling. It was still trying to get out of the egg naturally so for about 20 minutes it was just poking at the air until it realized that it was free, it did it's little birthday thing and it was really cute.
I regret not waiting for it to hatch naturally because that would've been more cool / fun
I don't know if you'll see this but I hope you do and I hope this is a good story because this happened years ago and I still remember it
I remember rlly wanting a hatchimal.
funny story: when I was a kid during Christmas, I was basically praying that one of the presents was the hatchimal I was wishing for, after a while we realized that the hatchimal wasn't in the pile, but we found out that it was in a large black bag along with a few other presents, I said to my mom "why is my present up here instead of in the pile?", and she replied "I guess Santa was just drunk last night".
she proved it via showing me a half empty whiskey bottle on the counter.
you got a cute one mine was sent from the devil i swear
@@doot_the_root I got the same one as my brother
I had a furby back when I was smaller. I thought they were cool, but not anymore. I was in the middle of sleeping, when all of a sudden I heard whispering in my ear (I slept with the furby next to me). It was whispering "Get away". This always happened at night, and I kept telling my mother, but she felt like I was just having nightmares. My mother eventually got tired of the complaints and we threw the toy away. After seeing similar creepy stories like this, I showed my mom, and we now feel like we avoided something that could've been so much worse.
Call the church to get an exorcism at that point.
The furby was clearly trying to save you from the monster in your room
Lmao furby tryna save the dude and he got rid of it
idk man you should take it's recommendations might help a lil
After hearing that one kid’s story about how the furby in his attic would say “I see you” at night regularly, thus alerting the family of this kid that there was an intruder in their attic, I think you may actually have removed the only safe guard _against_ the bullet, so to speak.
I had this paw-patrol toy when I was younger, it’s now hidden in my basement, ever so often you’d here “paaawwwwwWWWWWW PAAttttttrooooOooOOOOL” in a high pitched distorted voice
So, I actually know what Penelope the Talking Dragon toy that they're talking about. I had one as a kid and "You're so beautiful" is, in fact, one of her voice lines. It just didn't happen as often as the other ones like "I AM a real dragon" or some weird laughing. Not a big deal, but still.
I remember a long time ago, I had this build-a-bear stuffed animal with the voicebox that played a high-pitched laughter whenever you pushed it. I don't know what compelled younger me, but I think I was scared of the laughing, so I ripped it out of the back of the bear and threw it out of my window. A few weeks later, my mom told me to come outside with her, and she brought me to the shed. She instructed me to step on this one plank in the outside floor of the shed, so I did. What followed was an incredibly distorted, stretched out giggling. It was fucking terrifying because we both have no idea how the hell it had gotten there - my window is really far away from the shed and that memory is forever engraved into my soul.
Definitely an animal
I had one of those older model furbies (furbys? furbi? furby?) like the ‘first edition’ ones. My aunt gifted it to me after my older cousin cleaned out her room before heading to college, I was about 7 at the time. It was pretty weird looking; it had a couple stains, its hair/fur was stuck together in places and it had obviously been dropped a few times because its beak (nose?) didn’t really open and close when it spoke, it just blurted out random voice lines while its frail little beak rattled up and down as it wiggled.
Anyway, I had begged my parents to buy me a furby because all of my friends had one, but they figured it was a waste of money so my aunt gave me my cousin’s, I *treasured* this thing, gave it a name (Puffy, if you were wondering) and even slept with it in my bed. Then one day my dog got ahold of it and mauled Puffy.
He wasn’t the same after that, mostly because a few of the wires had been ripped out, so he was a little scrambled. He just wiggled around and made garbled noises, he ended up in the back of my closet after that, but a few months after the banishing, I heard banging in my closet, and in my 7-year-old mind, I thought it was a monster, so i ran to my parents room and started screaming and crying, they came to check my closet and Puffy was sitting there, staring directly at the door, and for the first time in months, he made a intelligible noise, he said “HuNgRyyyyyy” in this horrifically garbled voice that sounded like a demonic chain-smoking pensioner. He then went into total failure and died on the spot, his horrible voice dying with him, I don’t think i’ve been the same since Puffy.
*Helpspwns
Sounds like happy tree friends if it didn't use cheap gross-out disturb you.
I read this in Matt's voice
@@HappyBuffalo347 I think we all read in Matt’s voice now
@@HappyBuffalo347 that is the highest compliment i think i’ve ever received
I had a furby once, named it timmy
batteries ran out.
and at 3-5 AM at night
i heard a
"Hello... i want to"- *Glitched screeching* "NOM NOM NOM"