I woke up at 12:30 last night…. V has a little cold and was a bit congested and as a result he woke up crying a few times.
12: 30 was one of them.
As I rolled out of bed and started making my way down the hall I noticed that the toy bin was flashing. I leaned over to peek in and all of the lights on the telephone were flashing.
AND it was talking.
I swear to god it said “Stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop…”
I carried it out of my bedroom by the plastic anntenae with the sounds of my son crying and the telephone repeating “Stop stop stop” mingling together
I deposited it on the kitchen table and will have Mike take it out with the trash when he leaves for work this afternoon. I can’t handle the creepy vibe anymore….
