Old Toy
Hello, my name is Eric. Right now, I'm sixteen years of age and I am blind and nearly deaf. A friend is recording this on my behalf. Nine years ago, when I was a little brat, I was a big stingy boy that valued his toys very much. I valued my toys more than the people I knew. I would find and steal new toys to add to my collection, until that day...
I found this mass of braided thread that weighed about two or more pounds in the grass outside my rural country home. It was colourful and it intrigued me. I immediately picked it up and added it to my collection of toys only to make my collection larger. I believe I have a photo of it somewhere...
It was a few days before I decided to actually play with it, and I very soon discovered that it was magical. Each strand that I took and manipulated resulted in a note from the diatomic scale having sounded from the toy. It also played songs! I laughed and played with it for hours before it revealed that it was animate. It also had the ability to morph into most objects that were its general size. It was capable of human speech as became my best friend quickly.
Now of course I had definitely kept this a secret from my rather strict Asian parents, but when you're an Asian child, and you reach a certain age, your parents take affirmative action. It was two years after 'discovering' "Brady" (that's what I decided to call it). My parents locked it away along with all my other toys. I had no idea where Brady was hidden, but I could hear him as I tried to sleep calling to me, "Eric..." in an unfamiliar and frightening masculine voice. This caused my sleep troubles for two weeks, which was when it stopped
As I grew older, I began to forget about Brady. I must have forgotten completely by the time I was eleven... When I was eleven I had gotten into paintball and wanted to buy some gear. I remembered the box of confiscated toys and intended to sell them. Before opening the box to estimate how much I could money I could haul in, I stopped dead at a terribly and terrifyingly familiar voice saying my name... "Eric..." I took a deep breath, and the toy must have recognised it because he popped right out of the box.
It was hard to tell if it was excited to see me or infuriated at me for locking him away - even though it wasn't me... All I know was that I was startled and didn't remember a damn thing about it...
... And I attacked it with a nearby kitchen knife....
It rolled away and made a really loud screeching sound... When I say loud, I mean about 150 DBa's... The screeching continued and I fell on the ground and held my ears as tight as I could. My parents came, fingers stuffed in their ears. My ears started to hurt and the sound started to fade away, but my parents still had their fingers in their ears. Getting myself up, I asked them to call for help, but they didn't hear me.
I then came to a horrible realisation... My hearing was gone.
I turned around and saw that Brady had changed colour and shape. This time, he looked like a mess of intestines spotted with human eyeballs. It was a horrifying sight and caused me to puke and pass out.
I woke up to the sound of... No I didn't...
I woke up to the sight of armed men in uniform. Hats had white letters S.C.P. on them and they were taking the.. the thing... away in a box. I began to hear distant voices - a relief - I still had a tiny bit of hearing! I was so relieved to see my life would soon be better... But I turned around and got one last glimpse of Brady's disgusting order of bloody human eyes before fainting once more.....
Credited to EvraVon53
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