Bunny

A boy and his stuffed rabbit go for an adventure

The thirty-three year old, black and red haired woman walked up the long staircase. Her long, white lab coat swayed from the slight breeze in the small corridor. She walked past many doors with multiple patients locked away for their own good. She stopped at one door and walked in calmly. Staring at the young soon-to-be adult hugging an old, dusty stuffed bunny, she sat in a chair across from the boy.

“Let’s get started.”

It was a typical night. The trees rustled and swayed from the light breeze that swept through the night air. The bright, full moon shown over the old house that stood atop the old hill down the road. Sometimes, when the night is real quiet, you can hear the old, creaky door sway in the wind and lightly bump against the cracked door frame. It wasn't your typical creepy old house. It was just an old house that no one seemed to want anymore. Sometimes I would see Kendall, our neighbor, staring at the house in wonder.

“You know...that house looks as lonely as the last man on earth would.” He would say so casually. He was right. That poor old house had been abandoned by everything besides for the tree that grew over head of it and the cold wind. No animals went near it. No person wanted to buy it. Not even the faintest of a leaf would land on the property. I often wondered why that was. Why did the world seem to avoid such a cute old house? I thought about it for days, months and even a year. I finally gave up on my theories and decided to go inside the house.

I snuck out of my house at around midnight. I had everything I needed for my adventure. If I can even call it that. I had my handy dandy flashlight and my bunny stuffed toy. Bunny and I were the fearless bunch. We’d go on dangerous missions, despite us being overly terrified half the time, we always succeeded in the end. And now, we were going to do it again. With Bunny in hand along with my flashlight, we set off to that old house that the world avoided.

Stopping just at the start of the lawn, we stared at the old house. It looked the same just as it did during the day. Welcoming, lonely and just plain out cute with how small it actually was up close. Why would anyone avoid such a cute house? Shaking my head from my distracting thoughts, Bunny and I walked cautiously up the cracked sidewalk to the front door. As we stood on that broken porch, a harsh wind swept through the air; causing me to jump and the front door to slam closed in front of me before opening slowly again.

Shivers ran down my spine as I looked at Bunny. “Don't worry Bunny! Everything will be okay.” I whispered to my bunny since he needed to be reassured that this mission wasn't too dangerous for us.

Nodding to Bunny, we ventured inside. The floorboards creaked and groaned under our weight as we looked around with curious eyes. The house was just dark. There weren’t any sounds at all. Everything stood still. But that didn't stop Bunny and I from moving to the living room. I shined the light all around the room, finding it empty besides for an old yellow, dusty couch and a recliner sitting right next to it. To the side of the recliner was a small table with a picture of a family. There were three little boys around my age, eleven years old or so. They looked like triplets. The mother’s face was blacked out with a sharpie but I didn't think anything of it since I like to color on things in my house too. The father in the photo was really tall and lanky looking. He looked like he needed a hug in the photo. He looked lonely just like this old house.

I turned away from the photo and shown the light somewhere else in the room. There was a small fire place in the middle but what caught my eye was the board game that was on the cracked coffee table. Carefully, we walked over to the board game to see what game it was. Sorry.

“Look Bunny! The house likes to play Sorry too!” I giggled to my bunny, hugging him close to my chest. I shown the light over to another doorway that seemed to lead up some stairs.

Carefully, we stalked up the stairs; stopping every so often from how loud the stairs were from not being used in years. Finally, now standing at the top of the stairs, Bunny and I ventured deeper into the hallway. The red paint on the walls were chipping away due to old age. There were more family photos of the triplets and the father I had seen in the photo downstairs. There didn't seem to be any photos of the mother and the ones that were hanging had been broken.

Bunny and I pulled on some doors but they were all locked. Pouting, we tried the last door, and with great delight, it opened. We looked inside and carefully snuck inside the old bedroom.

My feet were met with light grey carpet that felt more like a cloud than carpet. I looked around with my flashlight but before I could actually process what was in the bedroom, I had heard a sound as if someone was walking behind me. I whipped around to look behind me and found a tall figure standing over me. Completely lost for words due to fear, I carefully stepped back. I stared up at this creature or man in front of me. Watching with terrified eyes, the man kneeled in front of me with his long, lanky arms outstretched as if asking for a hug. I stayed still, gripping onto Bunny even tighter. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how to feel. I felt completely numb. Frozen in place. It felt as if time itself had stopped because of this man.

As soon as he appeared, he was gone. Did he leave because I wouldn’t give him a hug? I was confused but that’s when the house decided to come alive. It seemed as if it was alive anyway. The winds outside picked up causing the house to creak and groan loudly as if telling me to get out. Finally able to move and find my voice, I ran out of the room and down the long flight of stairs, screaming as loud as I could.

I stared up at this creature or man in front of me. Watching with terrified eyes, the man kneeled in front of me with his long, lanky arms outstretched as if asking for a hug. I stayed still, gripping onto the front of my shirt tighter. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how to feel. I felt completely useless. Useless to the world. Useless to this very being in front of me. Just as quickly as he appeared, he was gone. I was left with a horrible ringing sound in my ears as if someone was screaming.

I stared blankly, confused as to what had happened. A strong sense of deja vu hit me square in the chest hard. If it had been a physical hi-

I stared up at this creature or man in front of me. Watching with recognition in my eyes, the man kneeled in front of me with his long, lanky arms outstretched as if asking for a hug. I moved forward and happily gave him a tight hug. I know who this man is now. How could I forget? He had come into the house with me. It was Bunny.

“Will he be released any time soon?” A soft sounding voice broke the silence as a woman spoke to the doctor.

“I’m afraid not ma’am. It seems he has gotten worse.” The doctor replied back with a look of pity in her eyes.

The broken mother slowly turned to look at her son on the other side of the glass. Watching him sit there, staring out a window with that same stuffed bunny tightly wrapped in his arms as if the bunny would disappear if he didn't hold onto it as tight as he was.

I’m normal! I yelled in my head. I yelled that over and over again. I fought to get out. But I couldn't leave Bunny. Bunny understood. Bunny was my only friend in this world. Everyone else wouldn’t believe me.

I stared up at this creature or man in front of me. Watching with cheerful eyes, the man kneeled in front of me with his long, lanky arms outstretched as if asking for a hug.  

Author's Note

Don't be afraid to comment on any mistakes or what you think of the story please.

Reviews

[A.Tarek]

It was amazing.. The idea of circling the boy's thoughts and being trapped in his own fears then came to accept it..
Brilliant
Really really enjoyed it

[McEltic]

I was a little confused at the repeating storyline at first and then things fell into place as the story went on. The storyline you’re building in this is intriguing to be sure. I think you may be repeating the term ‘old house’ too much in the first few lines. Not sure how to get around it though.
Enjoyed reading :)