My toothbrush is possessed by a demon.

I have an electric toothbrush (pink, of course), and I just got new batteries for it. (That's the one thing I don't like about it...I go through two AA batteries a month.) Everything was going good until last night, when I kept getting woken up by a loud buzzing. I didn't know what was going on, cause it would start, then stop... I was seriously freaking out. "It's a burglar. It's some drunks. It's my air conditioner about to blow up. It's the undead....waah-haah..."

At 1 AM, about the third time this had happened, I finally got the courage to get up and tiptoe to my door, peeking out the crack. The noise was coming through the bathroom, which was dark and half closed. You should have seen the look on my face. I went back to bed. I was too scared to look.

When the noise finally stopped, I finally got the courage to go inside the bathroom and turn on the light. My toothbrush was on the floor, probably having fallen down sometime during the night. I picked it up, and it turned on, making the same sound I had heard before. It just echoed really loud because it was in the bathroom and the door was open. It has a 2-minute timer on it, so that was why it kept starting and stopping. "Oh, it's just the button cause it fell on the floor," I said, giggling to myself in relief. I washed it off and put it back on its little shelf, going back to bed, confident that it was the end of it.

At 3 AM, I was rudely awakened- quite literally- with the fact that this was not the case. I rushed to the bathroom and flicked on the light in disbelief...and there was my toothbrush, standing tall and running like it didn't have a care in the world. In disgust, I ripped out the bottom where you put the batteries, and they clattered on the floor really loudly, but I didn't care. I stormed back to my room with the disassembled culprit, muttering something about a "demon toothbrush".

That thing's possessed. Maybe someone exorcised the bass amp and gave the demon to my toothbrush. :D