The Bunny-Man Massacre

P.A Nightmares

David walked into the occult shop. Finally, after years of searching, he thinks he finally found the suit from the infamous Easter massacre. Also, known as the Bunny-man Massacre.

Years ago, in some small town that no one had ever heard of, a husband went crazy! He put on an Easter bunny suit, and murdered his family. However, no one ever found the husband! It was like he just up and vanished. All they found was the bloody Easter bunny suit and the knife that was used to kill his wife and kids.

The head sat atop the perfectly fouled suit. Worst of all, each of the victims had their heads removed and painted like an easter egg. They were scattered throughout the house for the officers to find. It was like a fucked up Easter egg hunt. Now here he stood outside the shop that might house this legendary suit. No one knows how it managed to get out of the evidence locker, it just vanished one day.

Walking through the door a bell chimed throughout the store to alert the store owner he had company. Coming out front, from the back, a small frail older gentleman greeted him.

“May I help you, sir?” Said the older man in a very polite tone.

“Yes, I saw that you may have acquired an item I have been searching for. The suit from the Bunny-man Massacre.” David spoke confidently and the shop owner’s demeanor changed. He went from a polite frail old man to hostile.

He shouted “Get out, get out, now or I will call the cops! I have no such suit and if I did I would not sell it to you.”

“Fine old man I am leaving. No need to get your balls in a twist.” He said to the old man before exiting the building.

David was pissed that this had been a waste of his time. What’s worse, David was sure the old man had the damn suit, However, as he got back to his car, a strange sight caught his attention. A bunny suit could be seen sitting upright, like someone was in! What was strange, yet it had its seat belt on, like it was waiting for him to take it home.

David walked around the car, he opened up the back door, and removed the head. No one was in it. He had not realized he had been holding his breath until after seeing that it was empty and no killer was inside.

Laughing and tossing the head inside the car, he got in the car and looked into his rearview mirror, only to see the rabbit’s head was now sitting atop the rest of the suit. He questioned himself out loud.

“Did I put the head back on the rabbit? I am sure I just tossed it in the back. But I had to do it right? It’s not like the rabbit could pick up his own head and put it back on.

He laughed and tried to reassure himself that everything was okay, which he knew it was not.

As he arrived back home, he pulled the suit out of his car and took it into the house. He called his wife.

“Honey come downstairs and see what I have!”

His wife ran downstairs to greet her husband. Her eyes lit up the second she saw the suit in his hands.

“Is, is that what I think it is?” she asked in barely a whisper.

“Yes, honey it is. Or at least I think it’s the suit used in the murders. It does not seem to have any bloodstains on it. But the description matches. Solid white, black eyes, missing the left ear, and wearing a blood-red overcoat with 3 buttons so this has to be him,” her husband said with a thoughtful look on his face.

He took the suit into his special room where he placed all of the objects that had been used by serial, or spree killing. In anticipation of acquiring such a sought-after object, a glass display case was purchased and set up just for this little guy. He hung up the suit and put the head back on.

A breeze came through the open window. However, he swore that the words “Thank you” were whispered into his ear. Shaking it off, he locked up the suit and turned the light off. The pure white of the suit seemed to radiate a glow. He was pleased to finally have the Cadillac of horror memorabilia in his possession. He headed upstairs and went to the bedroom. He and his wife celebrated their new treasure multiple times.

After the two wore themselves out, they went to sleep. Later in the evening, the husband heard something calling his name, so he got out of bed and grabbed his revolver. Something or someone was calling his name and this could never end well.

He searched the whole house and was unable to find anyone. He mutters to himself “Fuck it must have just been a very realistic dream” He put the revolver back in his holster and headed back to bed. He again heard it.

“David! David! David,” the voice was so quiet. Hewas easily convinced that it was in his head. However, it grew louder the closer he got to his murder room.

“David! David! David! DAVID,” it grew in volume and as well in frequency.

He opened the door and he was unsure as to what to expect. But it was not what he saw. Nothing! No ghost, demon, monster, burglar, not even a fucking talking bird. It was just nothing.

“Hahaha!” laughing out loud. “God I really must be fucking losing it in my old age. What did I expect! The rabbit suit to be out of its cage?

The suit was gone! How? Did someone break into his house and steal it? He turned around to wake wife up. The suit was just standing there. Again he heard the voice, but didn’t find the source.

“David, come put me on. I would show you a new world. One where all your dreams will come true. All I need is some sacrifices. Unfortunately, you do not have enough people in this house. Bring me more and I will free you from this miserable existence.”

A light flashed and the suit was back in its case. His wife came down and asked him, “What was going on and why do you have the gun?”

“Nothing honey! I thought I heard something, but it was nothing! Let's go back to bed. Hey, tomorrow in celebration of our newest acquisition, let’s host a dinner party and show it off to our friends. They will be so envious of us,” he looked at his wife. She saw her husband’s excitement and agreed to the dinner party.

They headed back upstairs to bed. David dreamed of the dinner party and how he will murder all of his friends. It felt as if the entity in the suit was showing him a vision of the future or giving him orders. Either was fine with him; he wanted the power the suit would grant him after the deed was done.

David awoke to his alarm and went to work. He suffered through the longest day at his boring 9-5. Finally, after getting off work,he went home. David could smell the meal his wife had prepared for him and his guest.

He got cleaned up from work. Seven came faster than he had expected and all of his friends filed into this home. David and Amry greeted their guests and enjoyed a good meal. After dinner, David stood up and tapped his spoon on his glass, every eye focused on him.

“As you all know, we invited you here this evening to show you the newest acquisition to our murder room. If you all will bear with me for a minute I will go and get the item to show all of you,” David said as he left the kitchen. David went to get the suit and then he put it on. As soon as he did, the suit spoke to him.

“Are you ready for this David? This is your time to shine. After which I will bestow on you, my power and you will never suffer or want for anything ever again,” its voice teased David knowing exactly what he wanted to hear.

On his way out of the murder room, David noticed an ax. “Wait? Wasn’t that ax back out in the shed? Yeah, this is my wood-cutting ax,” he stated.

Just like in his dream last night, David grabbed the ax and walked into the kitchen. There was shock on everyone’s face, when he not only walked into the kitchen wearing the suit, but with an ax this was priceless.

David’s wife said, “Okay honey! I know you love the Bunny-man Massacre story, but the jokes over.”

However, David did not reply. Instead, he raised the ax and severed one of his guest’s heads, in a single stroke. Blood sprayed all over the place. His wife screamed! Everyone else seemed to not process what was going on until it was too late. David killed four more guests before the rest of his guests could get up and run. There had been five guests killed, but the suit needed one more sacrifice.

His wife was smart enough to run upstairs and lock herself in the room. By the time David got upstairs, he could hear his wife begging the 9-1-1 operator for help, as he approached the door. With inhuman strength, he busted through the door. His grip tightened on the ax. David could feel it! This was the kill the suit most desired! He raised the Ax above his head and he heard his wife begs for her life. Her pleas stopped for a second, but the power of the suit won out.

After David was finished with his task, he went to each victim, removed the heads and painted them yellow, green, orange, purple, and pink. Almost every color of the rainbow. He hid them throughout the house.

Hours passed by before the cops finally showered up. He guessed a frantic woman claiming her husband was in an evil easter bunny suit killing everyone, did not register as a priority call. The cops never found David. The only thing they found was the ax and the easter bunny suit laying on the ground, perfectly fouled with the head on top of the suit. Stranger, yet there was not a trace of blood on the suit, even though it was laying on the ground, in a pool of blood. It was almost like the suit was drinking it.

Once the suit was recovered, the cops placed it in an evidence locker. Much like the last time, shortly after the suit disappeared and no one understood how. But that does not matter because the suit always finds its way back home to me, the frail old man. I gently placed me back into my enlocer until next easter when I will need to feed once more.