The Hey all I'm Donna and I'm Carrie and we are a paranormal chicks.

Sinister Sightings 261 jumping right in.

It's two Furby stories.

Good morning you lovely ladies.

Of course I love you both and figured I would do my part in making sure we got stories to be told.

Story one of these crazy unpredictable furbies.

Little creepy creatures, not a fan.

It was Halloween in the early 2000s, maybe even 2000 now that I think of it.

Kids were loading and unloading in the van for our door-to-door extra-extravagansum.

My nephew had one of those creepy things and my sister didn't like it either and it stayed out of the van because my nephew absolutely love that thing.

He gets in the van with his skeleton makeup on and picks up that thing while it was going through its doodle bobbing that's what we call gibberish

anyway it blinked and looked at him close its eyes real quick and said clear as day

ooh scary monster. My sister said, let me see that. She toss it out the window.

I know not super scary, creepy little creatures. Story two, my cousin and I were roommates, both single moms trying to make a living raising our babies.

I was just around 20 and she was just 18. She had one of those, yeah, creepy little creatures.

No batteries because it was creepy. She kept it because her

dad had gotten it for her. He sat on a shelf. One girls night, we had a few friends over, they were

smoking the devil's lettuce, we were talking and being young, and a silence fell over everyone, and all of a sudden, the critter would no batteries, popped his eyes open and said, ooh, so pretty.

When I tell you, I let out a scream that concerned our downstairs neighbors

enough to open their conjoined door at the bathroom

of my stare and holler up. I told her if she insisted on keeping that

thing it was going to her mother's house. No way in hell I was allowing it to remain in

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