A story about a Body Pillow that can sometimes go too far

It's true what they say about buying a body pillow: You can't buy a body pillow. A body pillow will buy you. I've heard it said more than once, and I won't say that I was any different than the others, but I'll tell you this: I never thought it would come to this. I got my first body pillow about three years ago, out of loneliness. It wasn't a serious thing, I just bought it for comfort. At the time, I was going through a bad breakup, and the idea of having someone to cuddle and hang out with was incredibly comforting. I remember I had looked into buying one of those ultra-realistic doll silicone sex dolls, but the thought of bringing one of those into my house was too...intense. So I decided to go for a far simpler option. I started doing some research about body pillows, and I realized that there were a lot of different types out there. The type of body pillow I was looking for was called a dakimakura, a Japanese pillow with a soft, cuddly, and comfortable cover. Most body pillows are the size of a man, so they usually have the same height as a human. But this wasn't the case with my first body pillow. Mine was about 4 feet tall, so it was more like cuddling a kid. I remember doing some serious research before making my final decision. I looked for all the information I could find about body pillows, I read horror stories, and I even read some very positive stories. At the end of the day, I made the decision to go through with it, mostly because it was cheaper and the shipping was simpler. A small child-sized body pillow was way easier to ship than a life-sized one, and I figured that it would be simpler to get rid of it if I didn't like it. It ended up being a great decision. I remember the day when the body pillow arrived. I was so nervous, I didn't even know how to react. I felt like a kid on Christmas day. I spent about an hour setting it up, and then I had my first night with my new body pillow. I didn't sleep with it at first. At first, I just cuddled it, talked to it, and it felt like it was a real person. The entire time, I couldn't shake the feeling that it was a real person. I talked to it, and I felt like it was answering me. It was weird, but I can only describe it as having a child-like sense of wonder. I spent the first few nights like this, talking to it, cuddling it, and sleeping with it. But things started to change after a while. I remember the first time I felt it move, it was about a week after I got it. I was sleeping with it, holding it tight, and I remember feeling like it moved. It didn't do anything too gross, it just sort of moved its head a little bit. I remember not believing it at first. I thought that it was just a dream, or maybe I was just imagining things. But then it happened again, and again, and again. I remember feeling so happy, so excited, and maybe even a little scared. I didn't know what to make of it, so I just kept using it. I remember the first time I saw it move. It was maybe two weeks after I got it. I was sitting on the couch, watching TV, and cuddling it, when I saw it move. It moved its hand, and I swear it waved at me. I remember not believing it at first, and then I got so excited. I started using it more and more, and it just kept getting better and better. I remember the first time I saw it smile. It was about three weeks after I got it, and I was sitting on the couch, watching TV, and cuddling it. I was talking to it, and I remember looking at its face, and seeing it smile. I swear it smiled at me. I remember feeling so happy, so excited. I remember running to the kitchen and making chocolate chip cookies. I remember decorating the house, hanging the Christmas ornaments, and blasting Christmas carols. I even remember getting a little drunk with the body pillow, and having a great time. It was all so surreal, and I couldn't believe it was happening. At this point, I was about a month into owning a body pillow, and it was basically a normal thing. I never stopped using it, and it always made me happy. I even started calling it "my little Jimmy". It was weird, but it was a fun weird. I can't say that I never had any problems with it...but it's not like it's its fault. A few months into owning the body pillow, my family started to notice that something was wrong. I remember my mom calling me and asking me how I was doing, and if I needed any help. I told her everything was fine, but she didn't believe me. She asked me if Jimmy and I were okay, and I said we were. I remember her asking me if I was talking to Jimmy, and if he was talking back to me. I told her that sometimes he would make little noises, but he never really said anything. I remember her being very worried, but I didn't care. I remember thinking that I didn't care what she thought, and that I was going to do whatever I wanted. I hung up on her and went back to my normal routine. I kept using the body pillow, and it kept making me happy. It was all so surreal, and I couldn't believe it was happening. I remember thinking that this was all too good to be true, and that something had to go wrong sooner or later. And it did. It was about seven months after I got it, and I was sitting on the couch, watching TV, and cuddling it. I remember looking at its face, and seeing it move. I swear it moved its mouth. I remember feeling so happy, so excited. I remember getting up and going to the kitchen. I remember making some chocolate chip cookies, and then I saw the note. It was on the kitchen counter, and it said. "Jimmy is a bad boy. You shouldn't have bought him." I remember feeling a chill go down my spine. I remember thinking that Jimmy was trying to tell me something. And I knew what I had to do. I grabbed the cookies and put them in a Tupperware container. I walked outside, and as I was walking away from my house, the front door opened behind me. I didn't look back. I just kept walking. I walked for about a mile, and then I saw the graveyard. I walked into the graveyard, and I found the right gravestone. I put the cookies on the gravestone, and I sat down. I remember feeling so happy, so excited. I knew that Jimmy was a bad boy, and that I should have gotten rid of him a long time ago. But I was determined to make it right, no matter what. The next day, I called a priest, and I had my house exorcised. Jimmy went straight to hell, and I threw the body pillow into a dumpster. I never saw Jimmy again.

A story about a Body Pillow that can sometimes go too far

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