Possessed Toys

I'm gonna go way out on a limb here and suggest some Prozac.

My daughter has (had) this worm that makes all kinds of obnoxious noises and has no off button. It used to go off in the middle of the night and scare the Poo out of my wife and I both. It now resides in the attic with no batteries.

You are the human...."it" is the toy.  Get small screwdriver, remove batteries, tell child it must be broken.

my ex GF was obsessed with a toy..... oh no wait, you said possessed and meant a child's toy. my bad.

Heh. Newbie made a funny.

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I had a "Light Brite" that would mysteriously spell out bad words.

We have one of those puzzles that makes noises when you put the pieces in only ours is animals. The first problem came when the elephant and the parrot made each others noises. The next problem came exactly like you described - when we turned out the lights to go to bed. If you don't put the pieces back they are sensitive to light and make their nice noises when you turn the lights off or on. It's great when you have a sleeping baby and are trying to sneak them into bed - you carefully get up, turn off the lights and all of a sudden there is an elephant trumpeting in the room!

That's funny. We've got and Elmo that just blurts out " I feel Great" . It became my mantra at my Oly last year. Every time I saw my kids i'd yell it out. Made us all smile !

One of the kids I work with has a sock monkey. I hate it. It's always staring at you with its cold, dead eyes and it always ends up in the weirdest places. One day the little boy who owns it had gotten in trouble for something and told us that the sock monkey had told him to. Is it bad that I almost believe it??

Mine magically did too!

man this place has gone downhill in the last 12 hours. What is this? The 3rd or 4th degnerated thread?

I used to work 3rd shift in the back room of a Target. I have all kinds of Haunting stories. Some are REALLY creepy. Ask nice and I'll share, but they may take a while to type out.

The best toy related incident I can remember, I was directly responisible for. It happened when I was about 5. We had a sesame street tape in the car tape player. My mom put me in my car seat first (this was before the "kids in the back" crap) and walked around to get in. Being the gadget curious kid I am, I play with the radio and turn the volume knob ALL the way up. Key goes in, Cookie Monster growles at the top of his lungs, mom is screaming and out the door.

I was such an adorable child.

Edited by vortmax 2006-01-13 6:08 PM

I wanna hear creepy target stories

First of all, I worked in the back room. For anyone that has never seen it back there, it is nothing but really deep isles of really tall shelves. The isles are just a tad wider then shoulder width. It can get to be a tad claustrophobic at times. All the lights are on times and motion sensors, so they go off after about 10 min and reactivate when you get within about 5 feet of the sensor. The temperature back there is also either very hot or very cold. No in between. Now the creepiness.

It started the first night I was there. I was in the grocery stock room which is on the other side of the loading dock from the main stock room. I was working there all alone. My job was to backstock items. Each isle contained certain items, so I’d have to go from isle to isle putting things away. It started when I walked down an isle and found a can of green beans just sitting there on the floor. I though nothing of it as people overstock the shelves all the time. So I put it back where it went. I move on to the next isle and keep working. Ten minutes later I come back to that isle and guess what? Same can of green beans on the floor again. Sitting upright as if someone had put it there. So again, I put it back. I come back 10 minutes later and again, it is back on the floor. Starting to get a little creeped out, I put it in a different isle and keep checking on it. Nothing happens so I give up. Then about 20 minutes later, on my way to lunch, I walk by and guess what?? Can of green beans, in the original isle, even though I put it in a different isle. I looked around and there were no other cans of green beans like it anywhere in that isle.

Think that’s good? It gets better. A few nights later, I was again working alone in the grocery stockroom. When you’re down one of the isles, it’s very hard to hear your name called, so it was common practice for people to come call you when it was lunch time. One night, close to lunch time I was down at the end of an isle and I heard very distinctly someone call my name. So I walked to the end of the isle and yelled “WHAT?”. I got no reply, so I went back to work. Again, I heard my name and I yelled back. After four times I finally walked through the stockroom looking for who was calling me. The only people back there were in the far end of the other stock room, a good 200 yards away and not a straight shot. All the motion lights between them and me were also out, so there is no way anyone was over in that stockroom to call my name.

A few weeks later I was walking to lunch with a friend and happened to venture down the isle in the store with all the pickles and other condiments. As we turned down the isle, we noticed a broken jar of pickles on the ground. That was actually pretty typical for the people working the floor, so we thought nothing of it and kept walking. About 10 feet from the broken jar, another jar leaps off the shelf and hits the same place. We stop, look at each other and decide the shelf was just stuffed to tight, so we keep walking. Right as I get to the mess and go to step around, yet another jar flys off, missing my by inches and hits the ground, shattering to bits. We both are curious and look at the shelf. The shelf was UNDERstocked and there was no reason for the jars to fall off. None what-so-ever. At break we were talking about it and other people that had worked there for a while were commenting that it happens on a regular basis and they just get used to that sort of thing.

If you think those are creepy, they are nothing compared to what happened within the last 2 weeks of me working there.

It all started when I was moved from grocery and into the far end of the other stock room. They decided it was now my job to reorganize the shoes and toys. One night I was down there by myself working when the light timed out and no matter how much I moved it would not turn back on. Now each isle has a light as well as a few that stretch down the main isle. So I walk back to the main isle to try and trigger the sensor, as the sensor is at the beginning of the isle. As I’m standing there I look down the main stock room isle with is completely dark. As I’m watching, the lights start turning on coming straight at me, as if someone was walking down the main isle. The only thing is that nobody was there. Something was triggering the lights, and it wasn’t anything I could see. As it got right up to me, suddenly the light that would not come on right above me turned on. For some reason I happened to look to my right, back down the isle just in time to catch a glimpse of movement in my peripheral vision. It could have been an animal, except that all the isles are backed by solid panels, so the only way into the isle is through where I was standing and there is no way to cut across the isles from the back.

The day before I left I was back down the toy isle at the very end. They have ladders down every isles to get to the top shelves. So I walk all the way down the isle to grab the ladder. Now these isles are so narrow that to pull the ladder down the isle, you have no choice but walk backwards with it. This particular day, it was also about 80 degrees in the stock room. As I’m backing up with the ladder, the bottom happens to catch on a box sticking out. So I stop and get down on my knees to fix it. Do you know that sensation when a flock of birds flies between you and the sun, casting shadow on you? How you can sense the shadow but can’t really make out a shape? As I’m getting up, I glance upward to grab the handle of the ladder and in the light above me I get that effect. I attribute it to being 4am and keep backing out. I’m still a good 15 feet from the beginning of the isle where there are these super annoying, motion activated toys that start flashing and making noise when you shake them. Well suddenly they start going off. At about that same instant the air around me suddenly goes from around 80* to near 50*. I instantly get goose bumps and start to shiver. I’m still backing the ladder out, so my back is still turned to the opening. I try and dismiss the cold feeling, but within seconds I suddenly feel crowded. It was that feeling you get when someone sneaks up behind you and is looming over you, fractions of an inch from touching you. It was the strangest feeling I have EVER felt. As soon as I felt that, I stopped what I was doing, turned around and walked out of the isle. Again, I was utterly alone down there. Fortunately, lunch was in 5 min. After lunch I went back to the grocery stock room where the ghosts weren’t so aggressive.

Man, I'd never be able to eat green beans again.

In our last house before we moved, my sister had a music recording room. She always complained about it being haunted and that her recording equiptment would shut off in the middle of recording. My dad and I always laughed at her and ignored it, we just figured she didnt know what she was doing.

Fast forward a couple months and we are getting ready to sell the house. We are showing the realator the basement and shes like "this room is haunted" (was the recording room) We had told her nothing about my sisters run in with this ghost.

So the house sells and we are packing up everything. My dad and stepmother are downstairs loading up the recording equiptment and all at once EVERY t.v and the stereo recievers for the tv turn on at full blast volume.

The recording equiptment sits in the garage for a few months and Im finally like "shes at college now, Im taking her cd player/writer." I take it to my moms house and within one week my mom and I have both been seeing shadowy figure move up and down the stairs, our dogs have also barked at it. It stands about 5'8 and goes up and down the stairs to my room. Its the kind of stairs where you go down walk a little bit and turn then go down some more stairs, and we have seen it on the top and the bottom portion of the stairs. Also since I brought it home I started sleepwalking, which I havent done in a little bit over 5 years.