Laughing Bag

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I remember, when I was young, one of my best friends was a kid named Brian. On the weekends, a bunch of us would all go over to his house to play because he had a lot of toys.

One Saturday, in the middle of winter, when we arrived at his house, his mother told him that he had to clean up his bedroom. She wouldn't let anybody play with anything until the room was tidy.

Since we had all helped make the mess, we decided to pitch in and help him. After about 20 minutes, we almost had everything put back in its proper place. 

Just then, we all heard a strange and unnerving sound.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH HAAHAHAHAHAHA HAHA HAAAHAAAH HAHHHHHHAAAAA!!!!"

Everyone stopped and looked at each other, eyes wide with fear. 

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH HAHAHAHAHA HAHA AHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!"

At first, we couldn't tell where the laughter was coming from.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH HAHAHAHAHA HAHA AHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!"

Then, gradually, we realized it was coming from the closet. 

We all exchanged nervous glances. Cautiously, Brian opened the closet door and reached inside. He rummaged around for a minute, then pulled something out.

He turned to us and smiled. "Ah, so that's what it was," he said.

In his hand, he was holding a small yellow bag with a picture of a clown on it.

"It's a laughing bag!" he explained. "My mom bought it for me years ago. I forgot I even had it. When you squeeze the bag, it laughs with a funny voice."

We all breathed a sigh of relief.

He squeezed the bag to demonstrate it, but the bag wasn't laughing. 

"That's odd," he said. "I can't get it to work."

We all started fiddling with the laughing bag, trying to get it to work. However much we squeezed it, though, the bag would't make a sound.

"Maybe the batteries are wasted," I suggested, as I opened the bag and took out the odd, pink plastic device inside. 

I got a bit of a fright when I saw it. The thing seemed to resemble a rotting heart. 

It dropped from hands and rolled around on the ground in front of us.

That's when we saw that there were no batteries in it.

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