Okay, my friend was just discussing furbies when she came up with this:
A teenage girl called Joyce bought a Furby once. It was brown....so not her colour and besides, she didn`t like it. So she gave it to her little sister.
A month later, she got a nice colourful Furby and loved it.She named it RedRum. She would talk to for ages and play games with it. Later on, she met a boy and they became a couple. Her furby was left behind.
One night, the Furby planned on killing her boyfriend. The next morning, the girl woke up and found blood on her carpet and her window open. She screamed. The Furby said, I`ll tell you what I did if you say my name backwards.
Murder Joyce whispered
Like it? Hope it didn`t scare you too much