The carousel reminds me of a talking grill toy I had when I was a kid. Not because it was cursed, but because it wouldn't shut the fuck up and there were attempts to get rid of the sound by burying it in blankets.
Oh man, when my daughters were toddlers someone gave them a Tickle Me Elmo Jack in the Box. The thing had the most horrifying laugh, but what made it worse was that any slight vibration was enough to cause it to jump out of the box and scare you with its macabre laughter.
It got to be too much so we put it on a top shelf in our garage. Eventually the girls forgot about it. Months passed and the batteries in the toy began to die. One day I was entirely alone in the house and something caused it to go off. You know what is more horrifying than the laugh it made while it was new? That same laughter, but at half-speed in an empty house at a time when you had forgotten about the toy entirely.
Oh, man, now I totally want to know what happens next!
Thank you. That’s gratifying to hear.
The carousel reminds me of a talking grill toy I had when I was a kid. Not because it was cursed, but because it wouldn't shut the fuck up and there were attempts to get rid of the sound by burying it in blankets.
Oh man, when my daughters were toddlers someone gave them a Tickle Me Elmo Jack in the Box. The thing had the most horrifying laugh, but what made it worse was that any slight vibration was enough to cause it to jump out of the box and scare you with its macabre laughter.
It got to be too much so we put it on a top shelf in our garage. Eventually the girls forgot about it. Months passed and the batteries in the toy began to die. One day I was entirely alone in the house and something caused it to go off. You know what is more horrifying than the laugh it made while it was new? That same laughter, but at half-speed in an empty house at a time when you had forgotten about the toy entirely.
It was terrifying.