Furbies Scary Novels & Stories

fur? “It’s not a freaking small rodent, it’s a big ass one!” Dario started running and we figured he was being chased by a 4-meter-tall rabbit monster. “RUN!” I screamed as all of us began sprinting for our lives. “What the hell is that?” Eve screamed. “Oh, I think it’s pretty obvious what it is, it’s our damn killer!” June replied to her as well trying to hide behind the big broadened trees. Eve and I were together. We couldn’t see June and Max.

The pups were starting to play a little rough. It had been amusing at first, watching them jump and tumble around with that squeaky little rubber alien with the big googly eyes, but now two of them had the squeak toy in their jaws and were playing a little tug-o-war with it, threatening to tear it in two, while the third was eagerly coming up to snatch it away from both of them.

“Are you freaking kidding me?!” Mike blurted out. “Nope, and don’t yell. You’ll scare the fish.” “So, you are trying to make me believe that there is some kind of weird, supernatural zoo on the base?” “Yes, because there is. I have seen some of these things, and you would not believe some of them. I don’t believe some of them, and I saw them. I even had a pair of pants shredded by a chupacabra, and I don’t mean the dog-looking one. I am talking about the freaky, flying lizard, kangaroo kind of thing. It was the most bizarre thing I have ever seen in my life. On the bright side, Wren got me three new pairs of pants to replace the one that was shredded. I think he even felt bad that I had to c

I'm putting on sneakers so there is no need for change of shoes, folding the used clothes, I return them back inside Fur. " Oh yes, one more thing", I touched Fur, "I need a scarf please, a black one". It shimmered and shooked. Then it opened, picking up the scarf I wrapped it around my head like a turban, covering my nose with the end piece , I look like an Arabian in the desert. Should be enough disguise in case one of those spies Mr healer man says reports to that asshole 'kulmar', Standing up to approach the batender, he looks like catman a little bit human-like, two hands, two legs and so on.

They knew it wasn’t a human now but what might have been out there could be a dangerous animal like a wolf, or a snake, perhaps a fox that wanted to devour them. Both of them screamed when the figure came into sight. They didn’t even open their eyes to check what was there. Angela was afraid. Opening her eyes would mean seeing something unknown but keeping her eyes closed was just as bad. She opened her eyes and alas, it was a little white bunny with bright blue eyes. It was pretty. She did not know why but the bunny looked familiar. Angela walked over to the bunny. The bunny didn’t move but when she got close to it, something happened. Blue sparkly dust surrounded the bunny spirally and whe

She tells me hurriedly. Alright, well here goes nothing. I send my awareness straight to her pup and am shocked to notice just how cute and furry the little one is. As it senses me there, I can feel that it is scared of what is going on. I send pictures of myself and Scarlett hanging out before I try to convince it of anything.

Hearing this, Molly didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and quickly comforted them, "When facing a villain, we can only use the methods of a villain, or he won't tell the truth." Hearing her words, Dr. Fegurson and Dr. Bruce felt that it made sense. Folke hadn't expected Molly to say so, and he couldn't help but look at her. "Madam, don't you think Dubhe is scary?" Merak hugged the bear doll and asked beside her. When they set off from Ferro City, Tony repeatedly told them to try not to scare Madam. This scene was brutal and bloody, and most people would probably find it cruel.

I whisper to Zuri before squeezing my eyes shut. She pats my shoulder gently, and I lean into her to hide. My ears betray me by listening to the sounds of scuffling feet, but I keep my eyes closed. Easy fight or hard fight, I don't want to know-something about seeing the wild creatures that run the planets has scared me. I never imagined they were this horrifying. I guess my mind just couldn't picture beasts like these ones.

19th July, 8.49 a.m. After waking up as I sit on the front yard before breakfast, a new friend which came out from a rabbit hole, comes close to me and jumps on my lap, enjoying my stroke on her body with her purring. Until one of its kind showed up. BOP. BOP. BOP. With the back of her feet stomping my lap, it means she’s afraid of him. “Why is this pink-coloured thing afraid of me…!?”

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.