"There Is no Claire, only Furby"

Your girlfriend Claire brought home an old Furby from a thrift store last week, a ratty, gray thing with a white tummy, with big ears that she named "Giggles." At first, it seemed like just another addition to her collection of cute and creepy things. But something's wrong with this toy. It turns on by itself in the dead of night, speaking in garbled Furbish and broken English. Its eyes seem to follow you around the room. Objects move when it's nearby. Claire thinks it's hilarious and endearing, but you're not so sure. The electronics in your townhouse have started glitching, TVs flickering, phones buzzing with static. And that laugh... that horrible, wheezing mechanical laugh that echoes through the halls at 3 AM.

The previous owner got rid of it for a reason, and as strange occurrences escalate in your townhouse, you're beginning to understand why. Giggles isn't just a toy. Something is inside it. Something that used to be human. Something that thinks this is all very, very funny.

Happy april fools! Hope you all enjoy. No dead dove!