The Day the Bunny Stood Still

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic


Man, this bunny won't stop. Another tale from the NIghtmare Bunny franchise, lol.


 

 

 

Leaning back into my bed, I laid there awaiting the restfulness of slumber. Cozying into my blankets, I tossed and turned trying to find a comfy spot to satiate my body’s desire for ease. Aching heels and an aching back from the day's hard labor didn’t help the matter much, but it was the rest I needed more than anything. So, I settled in and prayed, hoping I would doze off into the sweet embrace of slumber soon.

Thankfully, the Sandman’s beckoning, finally, drifted me off to the landscape I'd seen once or twice before in my dreams. A silent forest of trees arose from the void, swaying in the apparent breeze of the wind. I couldn’t really feel it, but knew it had to be; since the one lonely tree I stood facing had just lost its last leaf. It gently wafted in front of my eyes, guiding my gaze around and into the open area behind me.

As I turned, I knew this was not a dream anymore, but the haunting of a memory that echoed fear into my soul. My eyes fell upon the cabin immediately. Desolate, decrepit, it stood broken and barren amongst the backdrop of the wood. One large pane of glass from the window sill lay shattered on the ground in the front. Dry blackened blood was spread like a Rorschach pattern across the dusty ground from some horrific scene that had taken place some time back. I wished I hadn’t seen it. I knew I was in for something terrible, but try as I might I couldn't end the dream. I was trapped here.

Even in the daylight of the moment, the cabin looked eerie and ominous. No door was visible on the front.  I stared at the empty window, only the tattered curtains on the inside remained as a testament to its former self. The breeze from outside didn’t even affect them much. Their old dusty forms just hung lifeless aside the framing. My body remained fastened to this spot as I peered upon the cabin. And it was then that I saw a shadow move inside across the darkness of its interior. Faint, it was and hard to make out. I'd barely noticed it, as it seemed just a touch taller than the bottom of the window sill.

A sense of great foreboding slammed into my chest. And I felt heavy, so heavy I knew wouldn’t be able to stand much longer. I tried lifting my arms, but they neither budged nor listened to my mental request. My legs had decided their own course and slowly began to walk me closer and closer to the cabin. I fought ferociously.  My mind needed to wake. This wasn’t right.  I had to break free from this deadly grasp, but something else had other intentions. I'd only wanted to rest; yet, now, here I was being tortured in my sleep.

At about ten feet from the cabin, I struggled harder to break from the curse that bound me here. A scream, then, pulsed through my mind, but it wasn’t mine. My feet stopped moving me. A tingle of electricity surged through my spine, shivering the fibers of my skin making me feel cold and making me ready to run, despite the hold that seemed to want to keep me here.

I stared into the window. Why, I didn’t know. I guess curiosity had gotten the best of me, yet a small part of myself wanted to fight whatever held me here. My body felt numb. My eyes tried to focus through the darkness inside the cabin. At the back of the room, I spotted movement in the archway of the hall. A darkened silhouette slowly edged into my view.

It was almost blended in with the shadow, but I could just see the shape of something standing there. I knew better than to turn away. Something in my mind said don’t try to run, don’t make a move. The daylight that highlighted my body faded within minutes as if a cloud had passed overhead and stayed. I remained focused on the object in the hall. As my eyes became more attuned to the shade of the house, I began to see the thing more clearly.

It was no more than two foot tall. Fuzzy fur-like ears arose from its head. The tips of the appendages flopped over slightly from their weight. Funny looking cylindrical arms hung by its side accentuating the round pear-shaped body. Legs extended from the bottom of its torso, rounded and cushioned. A sliver of light came from somewhere inside the house bouncing across the object’s presence for just a moment. The greyish hue of its fur refracted in my eyes.

I stood firm. I knew what it was, but it seemed impossible that it could stand. It looked like a stuffed bunny. Stuffed bunnies don’t move, do they?  It smiled at me. Two prominent incisors glimmered in the blackness. Little razor-like teeth beside them, forming the rest of its smile. Its beady eyes glowered and glowed with a red hue as the brow scrunched over in a wicked way. It raised its left arm in a beckoning motion, trying to coax me to enter the cabin.

I shook my head slightly, side-to-side. It continued to motion to me. I took a closer look at its arms. Claw-like daggers extruded from the ends like fingers, sporting three long digits and a thumb-like hook. The blackened sheen and the dripping fluid from their tips indicated a fresh kill. I could stand it no longer. My fear finally gave away to fight.

“No,” I screamed straight at the beast and took a step back. The entity stood motionless, still beckoning me in. I took another step back. Thinking I was winning, I tried to take another step, but my foot stopped halfway. Then, it moved forward. No, no, no, no, no! My feet began moving forward again. My arms still hung by my side like a huge weight had tied them down.

Two steps forward. Three steps forward. Four steps. I was at the edge of the window. The bunny still beckoned, trying to move my body through the window frame. I fought back with everything I had. My torso leaned forward into the frame. As my head emerged into the cabin, the bunny sprang at me.

My eyes closed, expecting death. I awoke in my bed with a jolt like I had fallen from a short distance, my arms just starting to move. The heavy feeling on my chest was still there. I opened my eyes. And there on my chest grinning its devilish smile, was the bunny.

 


Submitted: September 20, 2017

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hullabaloo22

Great description of fear paralysis, Akumakaze. And the way that bunny took control.....they just keep getting better and better!

Wed, September 20th, 2017 8:01pm

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P.R. Tentious

Your descriptive language is great! It was easy to picture the cabin, as well as the bunny. The mention of it still being daylight actually made it snap better in my head. Creepy stuff!

Tue, October 17th, 2017 1:08am

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Thanks. This saga starts with "The NIghtmare Bunny" story though. That one was more weird than creepy, but it was the beginning and evolved from there. Check them all out, I'm sure you'll like them.

Mon, October 16th, 2017 6:48pm

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B Douglas Slack

So, the bunny boogie (man) keeps on chooglin'. This is a really strange thread of stories and I love them.

Bill

Tue, October 17th, 2017 6:39pm

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Yeah, this is my ode to Oleg for instilling the idea of mutant rabbits into my head, plus I've enjoyed creating this character just for the fun of it. Creepy and interesting with a little horror thrown in. It seems a fine line to walk for someone who doesn't like gore fest type stories/movies.

Plus, it gave me something to write about that help improved my dramatic effect within my stories. I hope you can see where it started off weird and odd, but progressed into a better written tale that gets creepier as it goes on. i think this series showcases my growth better than some of my other works.

Tue, October 17th, 2017 3:05pm

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jaylisbeth

I am sure you have been told by other commenters but I must still emphasize on the obvious; your descriptions are just superb! This is creativity at its finest with the bunny. Very well done :)

Fri, November 24th, 2017 4:03am

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Thanks and yes it has been noted several times. The whole bunny thing started as a nod towards Oleg Roschin, since his short story series features mutated bunnies and somehow they got implanted into my head. One Night a dream inspired the first tale "The Nightmare Bunny". That one was more strange and weird due to how the brain processes dreams, but it spawned the rest of the series which I've been compiling together in their proper order in my "Bunny of Horror" Compilation. I believe all the works are in there including the latest "Bunny Runner." Check them out at your leisure. Again, thanks for the comment and the read. I personally love this series. I hope to do as many as I can come up with.

Thu, November 23rd, 2017 8:16pm

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Gareth D. Green

A strange and striking tableau indeed, brought to life with a series of detailed and vivid descriptions that conjure images of the scene with great ease. This being my first time down the rabbit hole- so to speak- I have no idea who or what this bunny is but I'm certainly intrigued to know more!

Tue, April 3rd, 2018 12:15am

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Appreciate the read, Gareth. I'm assuming you've read this as part of the Short Story review chain. As for the knowing more part, this story is one of several short stories that began with 'The Nightmare Bunny' which was a less horror, more weird story that was partially true. It was a dream I experienced. The current and last segment was "Bunny Runner" and I hope to do some more, but I'm going back and trying to edit and revise them to maybe publish it as a short story compilation book.

I would've like to know if you saw any technical errors or anything odd I needed to sort out, but thanks for the glowing commentary.

Mon, April 2nd, 2018 5:54pm

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Gareth D. Green

In regards to any error, the only sentence that I struggled with can be found in the latter half of the second paragraph. It's not so much a technical observation, just that it read a little clunky in comparison to your other descriptions. I would recommend splitting it in two as to not disturb the flow of the piece.

Tue, April 3rd, 2018 7:44am

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T. E. Jackson

I think I'm reading these out of order but, they're no less awesome. Hahaha. Great job, Akuma. Left a few icomments and I'm off to the next :D

Wed, August 22nd, 2018 5:35am

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Went browsing through my comments section and found I hadn't responded to this one. Appreciate the read. Yeah, each story serves as its own little piece so being read out of order shouldn't hurt the context of what's happening too much. You just get a sense of how each one builds into the next by following the order I wrote them in.

Thu, October 11th, 2018 3:56pm

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glindagail77

This is precisely my youngest son's worst nightmare! He plays a game online called 'Five nights at Freddy's,' in which animatronic animals (bear, rabbit, etc.) are bloodthirsty and supply jump-scares throughout a haunted chuck-e-cheese-like venue. The Easter bunny also scares the living daylights out of him, I must say. There must just be something about rabbits that people don't trust or find creepy. You drew me into the story with impeccable vocabulary, and kept my attention with your unique utilization of vivid imagery, well executed for certain. Bravissimo! I wonder if my son would like me to read this to him...I will find out shortly.

Sat, June 8th, 2019 5:00am

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Thanks for the read, glindagail77. I know you probably found this one first since it's at the top of my list but there are six other stories that use the bunny also. The Nightmare Bunny is the title of the first story in the series. Or you can just go to Bunny of Horrors: A Compulation to read them all back to back and in the order they were intended.

Notification of Terror in my portfolio also has a snippet of my bunny antagonist. Good reading and hope to see more comments.

Sat, June 8th, 2019 8:46am

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