Horror Stories

The Plushie

When I was a kid, I had LOTS AND LOTS of plushies. One of them was a talking Ernie (from Sesame Street) that wasn’t functioning properly. You had to absolutely bang it on a table for it to say, “I feel great!”

Our old house in my home country was housed with spirits but not bad ones (or at least that’s what my parents said lmao).

I never witnessed or felt anything until this one time. When I was 8, I overheard my parents saying something along the lines that my Ernie plushy spoke every time they talked about my grandma.

I got irrationally scared which made my parents hide Ernie in a huge box along with my other unused plushies.

One time when I was playing hide and seek, I was hiding with my childhood friend, Jay, in our spare room where the box of plushies was.

While we were hiding, I figured might as well tell him the story about the haunted Ernie and my just recently passed away grandma.

In the middle of the story, we heard Ernie say, “I feel great!” in the box on top of the shelf. There’s no way that was moved. And even if it was somehow moved by gravity, you need to bang Ernie on the table to make it talk. We screamed and ran outside.