Bunny of the Corn

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

A new installment of the Nightmare Bunny short story series. Hope you enjoy.

Submitted: August 09, 2018

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Take in one hand that which you believe you deserve

Grab with the other, your soul.

Now, weigh them beside each other on the scales of life.

Then, decide which you really need.


This phrase haunted me as I pondered it that night. They were actually my own words. It was something I thought I could say when this situation arose but the tone of them never left my mouth. I’d seen the specter of death and I knew what I really needed was to get the hell out of there. At that point, life, my soul had become the most important thing to me.

My heart fluttered a little faster from the pace I tried to maintain in the field. The leaves and stalks from the corn grazed and sliced into my skin as I ran. Little welts and trickles of blood arose over the surface of my lightly tanned skin. The spidery trickles of life ran along my arms and the gash across my forehead probably left a stain of red across my face with every swipe of my hand.

The blood wasn’t going to stop any time soon. It didn’t seem profuse. But, it was steady. Small bits dribbled down into the corners of my mouth and my tongue could taste the salty metallic flavor of my life fluid floating inside its borders. If only I hadn’t run into the cornfield, none of the bleeding would’ve occurred anyway but then I’d have been dead already. The little demon that appeared would’ve seen to that.

It was a vermin of hell. I didn’t know it then but after witnessing this monstrosity I understand how those stories I’d read about it weren’t so made-up. I’d thought it strange when his image appeared in the distance. Backdropped by the moon that hung low in the sky, it arose on the far edge of the field in the tares just beyond the corn. Two long ears pointed toward the sky. Each tip bent just so like they had no structure to truly support them. Other than that all I’d seen was his head, round with a short nose cone. It cocked its cranium to one side to peer in my direction. The red glint in its eye wasn’t natural. I’d seen eye flash from other animals. None showed that color. I blinked. That was mistake one.

The little beast disappeared from my sight in a flash. I knew animals could be fast but none rivaled the speed this creature had. ‘Cause at the moment I’d seen it, it had vanished. Then, the rustle in the field beside me was the only warning I received before the attack. I dodged, but barely. Whatever talons this thing possessed weren’t normal. They seemed straighter than any natural being. They shimmered in the moonlight like little knives, polished and gleaming. A fluid oozed off their tips. Poison? No, I didn’t think so. It seemed too thick. It dripped with a slow consistency almost like ketchup. Then, the pain ripped through my right leg.

Damn! I thought I’d dodged that attack. I realized, then, it was my blood. A part of me told me to stay and fight. Mistake number two. It lunged again. This time it connected with even more flesh. The dagger-like nails it possessed raced along the underside of my arm. The pain seared through my skin into the nerves, finally, activating my sense of self-preservation. After this happened, I dove into the thickness of the corn, hoping I might lose the beast.  

A scream of terrifying raucousness erupted into the night. It chilled my spine but I didn’t stop running. The corn slapped at my face and arms as I sprinted. It stung like a mad hornet was resting on my arm, stabbing with its stinger over and over. A substance began to flow obstructing my vision, I swiped it from my face but it continued to inch down my forehead, dripping off my brow and eventually easing into my eye sockets. I kept wiping, moving steadily forward to escape the evil hunting me in my own field.

I stumbled once over some downed stalks, rolling into a clearing. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect. A whizzing strike from the demon came across my back. I'd felt the wind of it but it didn’t connect. My erractic movement had made it harder for the creature to make contact. I crab-walked quickly trying to regain my stance and saw the vermin as it moved from the shadow of the stalks. The body appeared only two feet tall, rotund with rounded appendages for limbs. The taloned tipped arms held my attention most, but I saw and recognized the features of the face. Distinct bunny-like features, only when it smiled it revealed a row of razor-sharp teeth with two vampiric incisors near direct center.

The entire eye orbs were glazed over in red. A glowing eerie vermillion. They pulsed with every move it made. It walked like a human on its hindquarters, steady and slow. I didn’t stay around to become prey. Even if, I already was in its mind. I stood and ran straight back into the corn on the opposing side of the clearing.

The beast followed. Creepy child-like demonic laughter flowed all around me as I raced through this new section of the field. We’d only planted it this past week. But, none of that mattered right now. I wanted to get out of this nightmare alive. Blast it, why’d I have to come out at night to set up the scarecrow. I continued to pound over the furrows knowing I’d be near the edge of the field soon. The barn was only several yards away at that point. I’d make that bitch of a demon pay for invading my field. Come on, I thought, follow me to your doom.

I hit the edge of the field and gunned it for the barn. Inside were all the tools, I needed to get rid of pests--my shotgun, pesticide, gasoline and my ever trusty baseball bat. Oh, there was other stuff too, but these were my go to’s for most occasions. I steered myself in through the open doors and grabbed the bat right out the corner. Then, I dove into the first stall. I was breathing heavy but it didn’t seem to phase me too much. I’d always been a decent runner and learning to control your breathing after the race was a skill that I’d absorbed over the years.

In through the nose out through the mouth, I’d slowed the hecticness of it inside a minute. A shadow finally crept along the ground near my location. Elongated by the moonlight behind it, I knew it was the bunny demon by the ears atop the outline. It moved slow. Almost as if it knew, I was waiting for it. I kept watching the shadow. It got closer and closer. Then, poof. It disappeared.

How in the…! I stepped out the stall to see where it’d gone. But, it wasn’t there. I started to scan the area around me. My knuckles began to turn white from gripping the bat so tight. A small pop of the wood from the framing startled me and I glanced in the direction I’d thought I’d heard it from. I felt the rush of a small breeze run across my back. Every hair was standing on end. I hated that feeling.

Then, I saw movement in the shadows along the back wall. Sure enough, it was that bastard. His beady red eyes glowed and gazed at me. His body rushed forth from the shadows with tremendous speed but somehow I managed to swing the bat around in time to connect with its head. The bunny flew into the hay baler chute. I don’t think I could’ve planned that if I’d wanted to. I rushed over and flipped the switch, grabbing the pitchfork aside it to shove the bunny further back into the chamber. I watched as the machine sucked the bunny inside. It squirmed and fought to keep from being pulled in, but the power of the rotors was too much for the demonic bastard. And away he went ripped, shredded, and baled inside a cube of hay.


When it popped out the other end, I had to laugh since the bale had those distinct ears sticking out the top of it like it had been made that way for a cartoon. I didn’t take any chances though and dowsed the bale with gasoline and lit the sucker. I swept away any debris around it to keep the fire concentrated and from burning down the barn.

I turned to go grab the shotgun from its rack and heard a strange sound. The fire seemed to grow a little behind me. It was sputtering and spitting like it had a green log thrown into the mix. I turned my head as I place my hand on my gun. The fire erupted into a small ball of heat as it broke apart and the bunny screamed. Its body somehow reformed, it raced toward me all aflame. The shotgun became my only shield. I placed it into the face of the monster as it launched at me, claws ready to shred me.

Boom! His head exploded apart into small particles that ashed over and burnt away. The body twitched like a snake for a moment before burning into nothingness. The glowing red eyes were the last items to remain of the monster. They pulsed with their eerie glow for a few seconds. I, then, smashed the eyes with the butt of the gun, grinding them into a fine powder. I showed him. Don’t mess with my crops.

The aches from the wounds began to take their toll now. I trudged to the house. I needed to shower and bandage my wounds. It had been a hard fought battle and it was over. The screened door to the porch groaned as I opened it. I opened the main door to the house and stepped inside. My eyes widened as I looked up. There, in the chair. On the other side of the room. The bunny sat. It stared. Eyes aglow. All the doors instantly locked. Window shutters slammed closed. And the lights flickered as I screamed.


The End.















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