I know I had mentioned in some of my comments that the next short story would be light hearted but I couldn't really think of any ideas along that line. Also I wouldn't recommend reading this if you dislike dolls or Furbies. Or just creepy stuff in general.

The Furbies weren't the first toy They possessed. They certainly aren't going to be the last either. Although They favor toys They are willing to branch out from time to time. Inside of mirrors waiting for someone to look at Them, occasionally hiding in the walls or floor, sometimes you can even hear Them tapping on your window in the middle of the night.

No one is entirely sure what They are or what They want. No one alive has ever seen them. They seem content scaring young children for the most part, but if They think someone has began to notice that these are more than isolated coincidences They will take action.

So the next time you're alone, remember Them. Waiting. Watching.