FURBY

I sometimes still awake to those rolling eyes.  I can feel her gaze, staring deep into my soul.  Everything I have ever done wrong is enlarged tenfold.  The furby can always tell when you are lying.  Ever since I was a child and my cousin showed me that blasted toy, I have had nightmares every night since then.  Plagued with sleep deprivation, the Furby always haunts me wherever I lay my feet.  I know it is laying under my bed watching me! Waiting for that one moment it shall jump out and take my life forever! It shall not happen! I will never rest my eyes again until that bastard has died! No! Get your hands off of me!
I can still see its eyes as you talk to me! Rolling in and out of the socket! God! if only one existed, he must have created this daemon to haunt me eternally! I fear death, for that even there it shall follow me, staring that endless gaze into my heart! The pain! I must cut open the windows and turn the lights on any time it speaks to me in that idiotic voice!  MAKE IT STOP
I have heard of its one enemy, fire!  Hahahaha! I shall make it burn like a thousand embers, glowing in the darkness, then I shall rest forever!
I have set a trap this evening.  When that daemon will walk its dumb walk across my floor and into my bed, I have set a hair-trigger flamethrower, pointed right at the bed! The joy! That dumb creature shall burn, and when it is dead I will devour its remains, and forget it forever!
I lay awake, waiting and watching.  I think I may have even fallen asleep in my excitedness! But alas, I awoke in a pain so severe that not even Ares himself could wake me up in such pain!  My legs were melted, no feeling in them!  I tried to cry out but my mouth was gone! And I saw those eyes, staring at me in that idiotic gaze that would not let Satan himself leave my sights!
 Hell hath no fury like that of  a Furby!