Alright, my mom just found my old furby and some many weird memories that I wanted to forget came up ToT

So I think I got it when I was like 7 on Christmas and I loved him, he was cute like he'd purr if you pet him or he'd eat your finger if put it in his mouth. 

But then he suddenly changed his personality ToT I was so fookin terrified, his voice was so much deeper and louder than it was before, he started burping and being rude to me (I didn't know what he was saying because I think I either spoke English (I didn't know any English when I was 7) or furbyish if that's a thing, probably not) but I think he was. 

It took me HOURS to get him back to normal and after that he switched personalities another few times. Sometimes I was even so scared I waited until he fell asleep to put him in the closet for fricking MONTHS and even then he sometimes woke up in the middle of the night just to make weird noises and then fall asleep again ToT

He was my biggest fear back then (oh and my teddy because my neighbour told me she'd kill me in the middle of the night if I didn't treat her right (and Chucky because the same neighbour told me that he existed and showed me even a picture)

In 6th grade (I was 11 I think) we went on a school trip for a week. I slept in the cool, big room with 5 people while the others slept in tiny room with only 3 others.

One day I decided to visit some friends and they randomly decided to tell me about a horror movie (which they DIDN'T WATCH ON PURPOSE btw, it just kinda happened) with some certain horror figure I won't name because it still scares the living shit out of me. 

Anyways they described it to me in such details that I had THE worst nightmares you could imagine as an 11 year old kid. 

Oh and the big room I slept in that night was almost completely empty because the others decided to sleep outside that night BUT I WAS TOO SCARED TO DO THATT (the only girl that was still with me in the room was sick and she was literally sleeping the whole fucking day and night)

Another scary moment of my life where I was scared af (I wanted to say encounter because I like that word but it wasn't an encounter so I couldn't say that :/) was when I was on the 2. chess trip with my best friend back then. 

That time we were not the only girls that were there like the first time. On our fist day there a woman came up to me (I was like 8 or smth) and introduced to me her daughter (let's call her Samantha) and told me that it was her first time there so she asked me if I could take care of her and I said obviously yes.

She was snoring. "We" (she)  "slept" (nah, just she) both in the same room and I didn't want to be rude and wake her up or smth and my best friend, that lil traitor, left me ALONE with her and just just went to the other girls's room.

Anyways, that's not what I wanted to tell you. A couple days later we all happed to become pretty good friends (I don't remember one of them) and then one day Samantha got a weird message (it was a chain message) and we ALL freaked out about it.

It was about a girl named Theresa Figaldo that'd just appear in your room in the middle of the night and throw knifes at you until you're dead or strangle you with her cold hand.

Our chess teacher tried to calm us down by telling us weird stories about how the woman that throws the knife as just her mother in law or the cold hand was just the doll he made (I remember a guy coming in saying "Oh and after that he'll tell you the story of the lukewarm foot) Don't know if any of these stories were making it any better but he was so sweet and wholesome we just laughed)

When I got home I obviously told my parents about that chain message and my dad found out that that girl it was about was originally from a movie (and he thought it would be a genius idea if he'd show me the most terrifying scene in the movie haha)

You can google it if you want to, I wouldn't recommend it tho (it's the one in the car where they're picking up a random girl that's like "Oh, you see that light over there? ... That's where I died *weird ass psychotic screaming*

Oh and I obviously loved that one jump scare video that my grandpa showed me when I was 9. I started screaming and ran out the  door on the grass and started crying and shaking ... obviously out of joy ... obviously.

I think I had more fears because I was everything but fearless (sorry Taylor) but rn I don't remember them.

Anyways, thanks for reading, Buh bye <33