The Nightmare Bunny

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
True story of the effects drugs can have on a creative mind. This event just happened to me and everything written is how it happened. It's weird, it's creepy, and it scared me a bit, but I'm cool with it as It allowed for one of the most interesting stories I've probably written. I have to credit Oleg Roschin for making bunnies so prominant in my brain here recently.

Submitted: August 02, 2017

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Once upon a midnight dreary…no wait, That’s the wrong story. Let me start over.

 

OK, here we go.

 

It began just yesterday or rather the night before, as I had the unfortunate circumstance of an allergic reaction to some pollen or something. Anyway, I took a drug that is commonly called Claritin-D. Well, if you don’t know, Claritin-D contains a particular drug known as pseudoephedrine. It’s normally used as a decongestant. This nasty little bugger of a drug has a myriad of side effects that can cause all sorts of havoc in the body, one of which I’m about to share with you.

 

July 31, 2017

 

On the night of July 31, 2017, after a long day of being online and most likely on Booksie, I had the unfortunate circumstance of a sinus headache most probably brought on by pollen. As I had been swimming with my nephews earlier that afternoon, I figured that was when the introduction to my symptoms occurred. Well, the day moved on and I pretty much felt fine, with only a slight pressure building up behind my eyes and along the ridge of my nose.

Around 8:30 that evening, my sinuses were throbbing a bit more, so like I normally do, I went to the kitchen, to the little cabinet of the utility room and grabbed myself one pill of Claritin-D. It’s always worked for me before, with little to no side effects. So, why not, right? Well, little did I know that that was the start of a long journey that would end with me writing this story for you.

So, down the hatch, it goes, swallowed with a bit of Pepsi. Two hours later, I resigned myself to bed, hoping that everything would go just fine. Wrong! I spent the whole night trying to go to sleep. I think I did manage to doze off a bit around 1:30 to 3:45, but that was about it. Bad news. Two to two and a half hours ain’t enough sleep to work off of when you’ve got to work the next day.  

 

 August 1, 2017, 5:00 a.m. I’m up getting ready for work. Mind you, I haven’t slept very much, but I kinda feel alright, since I’ve got this wonderful drug coursing through my system. So, off to work I go. Now, the next seven to eight hours isn’t the fun part, so I won’t bore you with the entire details, but I’ll tell you this much.

I work at a grocery store. Tuesday is a truck day and I’ve recently been working in Dairy to acquire all my full-time hours, due to increased help in my normal department. I have about a three-hundred-piece truck to work. Don’t worry, I have some help, but not much. Needless to say, by 2:00 p.m., I’m quite tired. So, after another thirty minutes of working, I left for the day. The truck was done,  so no worries, aside from the drive home.

No, problem. I make it home just fine. Although, I fought my eyes from closing several times before getting there. I got home, go inside, and sat on the end of the couch in the living room. I managed to stay awake for another two and a half hours. 5:00 p.m. now. I fixed, myself, some chicken nuggets and munched them down followed by a Nestle Splash Orange Flavored Water.

5:30 p.m. Now, if you think what I’ve told you so far is interesting, then this next segment is going to knock your socks off. From 5:30 p.m. on August 1, 2017, to 6:30 a.m. August 2, 2017, I slept. Mind you, though, it wasn’t a normal sleep. And, now begins, the tale I’ve been leading up to this whole time. The tale of the Nightmare Bunny.

I don’t know when exactly it was that I passed out, but when I did that was it. I was gone, yet sometime in the night as I slept, I felt my body become stiff. You know, that dreaded, sleep paralysis mess that everyone thinks is a Hag or whatever on your chest. Well, I had it and I had it in spades. I could feel my arms being held on the bed as if gravity had just decided to increase its presence over my bed. My chest felt like it was being pressed down and my legs…well, I don’t remember being able to feel them.  

But, within all that, came the dreams. And, boy, were they ever creepy, nightmarish, and wild. I’m not sure exactly how it began, but I’ll try to go through the sequence as I remember it. But, I do know this, the whole event began in my actual bedroom.

I awoke, or at least, I thought I had awakened and I’m lying in the bed, but cannot move. Sleep paralysis, I know, I’m aware of it, but I still don’t like it much. Now, I normally sleep with my door closed, but for some reason it was open. My room seemed the same as it was when I went to sleep. The pile of clothes on the floor next to the closet still strewn out almost to the bed. The closet door opened as always. A towel hanging on the closet door.

My bed lies opposite the closet in the far corner of the room. The door to my room is in the corner opposite my bed, but like I said it was open. The head of my bed faces that direction so I can see out into the hall just a bit, but it's dark so no sign of anything lurking yet. But, I feel like something is watching me. I can’t see it, but I feel it’s there.

Now, I know about all the stuff lingering in the house when I’m awake. I know that my television hangs on the wall in front of my bed. I know that my computer is on the floor at the foot of my bed almost under my entertainment shelf. I know how each room is arranged in the house in regards to furniture and appliances. Plus, I’m also aware of the pictures, statues, and oddities present in the house and where they are located.

Well, I'm also aware of the toys in the house, primarily for my nephews. They occupy the room adjacent to mine in the very direction my bed faces. As such, I’m a hundred percent aware of the stuffed animals they have. A gorilla, a chimpanzee, a tiger, some other cat, and a giraffe.

In my mother’s bedroom, there’s a large brown bear on a dresser and I remember a smaller grey bear that I got from her one Valentine’s Day, you know, the normal size teddy bear. But, from somewhere in my mind, I see a bunny. A normal size, light grey, stuffed bunny. Now, I’m still in my bed under the covers facing the door, pinned down by some unseen force, and I’m thinking. Where did we get a bunny?

Then, I see it lurking in the hallway. It isn’t just sitting there like someone dropped it, but standing. It's peering into my bedroom at the bottom corner of my door. One ear slightly flops over the other ear from the tilt of its head. The eyes are completely red with a slight glow.

It starts to move, but I can’t just yet. In a blink, it disappears, but it’s not gone. A sudden hump appears under the covers beside me on my left. I pulled back the covers. I don’t know how. Next, I’m all under the covers and the bunny is beside me looking at me. Its eyes glow even redder like a  and it opens its mouth. Two large incisors sprang forth from its top jaw. I can’t see its lower jaw very well, but it appears to try to bite my left arm.

But, for some reason, I can now move. Scared as hell, I jumped out of the covers, ran into the hallway, through the house, and out into the kitchen right at the edge of the utility room. I felt like the bunny followed me, but I couldn't see it. The next thing I know, my body seemed light, really light. I took a couple of steps into the middle of the kitchen, wondering where that bunny might be. 

Using my left hand, I grabbed a chair at the table to steady myself, but I felt so light that gravity seemed to be reversing. The chair floated into the air, as I held it. I reached out with my right to grab the edge of the table just as my legs began to float into the air. I never saw the bunny again and the nightmare ended right there with me floating.

August 2, 6:35 a.m. I wake up groggy as hell wondering, what the fuck that was all about. I lie in the bed for the next ten minutes thinking I got to get up. I have to be at work by 8:00 a.m. I get up, get dressed, and left for work by 7:30. During the whole drive, I thought. This is going to make for one kick-ass story for my Booksie fans.

 

Beware the effects of Pseudoephedrine!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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