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.

Submitted: September 20, 2017

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

Thankfully, the Sandman’s beckoning drifted me off to the landscape I had seen once or twice before in my dreams. A silent forest of trees arose from the void and swayed 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 lost its last leaf that gently blew across my head, guiding my gaze 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. I saw the cabin immediately. Desolate and decrepit, the cabin stood broken and barren amongst the backdrop of the wood. A large one paned window lay shattered on the ground in the front. Dried blood was spread 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 to end the dream I couldn’t. I was trapped here.

Even in the daylight of the moment, the cabin looked eerie and ominous. No door was visible on the front. Staring at the window, I noticed the breeze outside didn’t even affect the curtains that seem to hang aside the window opening. As I stood watching the cabin, I saw a shadow move inside. I couldn’t make out what it was, but I barely noticed it as it seemed just a touch taller than the bottom of the window sill.

A great foreboding slammed into my chest. I felt heavy, so heavy that I wouldn’t be able to stand much longer. I tried lifting my arms, but they wouldn’t budge. My legs took on a mind of their own and slowly began to walk me closer and closer to the cabin. I fought with my mind to wake up. This wasn’t right. I had only wanted to rest, but I was, now, being tortured in my sleep.

Nearing ten feet from the cabin, I struggled harder to break from the curse that bound me here. A scream pulsed through my mind, but it wasn’t mine. My feet had stopped moving me. The 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 got 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 stepped into my view.

It was faint, 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 like 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 flopped over slightly from their weight. The arm appendages 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. I saw the greyish hue of its fur.

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 formed 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 black sheen and the dripping fluid from their tips indicated a fresh kill. I couldn’t 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 motion 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. The bunny was in my face on my chest smiling.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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