Just when you thought it was safe to go back into the spare room, it re-emerges from its grave.
This time, though, it started talking completely on its own. I swear nobody has opened that closet door for weeks. And it has been without batteries for several years.
The Resident Offspring thought we should put it in the bag of stuff that is going to Goodwill, but I told her it was irresponsible to give away haunted toys. We thought about burying it in the backyard, but who knows what kinds of events that would set off.
The cat tried ripping its head off, but it just kept blinking and saying "Oooooh, loud noise! Me sleep. Again. Wooowooowooowooowooowooo!" The cat is now thoroughly freaked out.
We may have to bring in a priest.