I thought she’d slam the door on me, but she hurdled over the couch, sheer panic on her sweat-sheened face. I whipped around and drove my shoulder into the door, forcing it against the horror on our heels.
“What does it want!?”
Just on the other side of the door, we heard it coo:
Reviving the 55 Word Challenge from my old Storiesmania days. Prompt was “Furbies speak to my soul.”, by S-.