Board Thread:Writer's Showcase/@comment-6313897-20170527193815

I don’t know when he came into existence, in fact I don’t even know who gave him it. By him I mean my brother. It was Easter day and he was given a stuffed bunny. I don’t know where the name came from but we decided to call him Mr Honeybunny. He has been with us through everything. But there seems to be something odd about him. I am 15 now and I have been witnessing some odd behaviors as of late. Mr Honeybunny seems to be everywhere. Let me give you an example. One night I was sleeping and I saw the light under my door be blocked by a small shadow. My curiosity got the best of me and I found Mr Honeybunny in front of my door. “Very funny Jacob i'm not that easily fooled.” There was no response. I threw Mr Honeybunny down the stairs to show my appreciation. I went to bed or attempted I should say. That night I was terrified, even though I knew it was Jacob. The next morning I awoke went down stairs and made myself breakfast. My mom moments later joined me. “Wheres Jacob?” I asked and I was told that he had spent the night at a friends how after school yesterday. My stomach dropped and I had no idea what to think of it. That is one of the countless occurrences I had with this...Monster.I tried to get rid of it believe me I did. It always came back. I even put him in my school locker and some how it ended up back home. I remember I once gave to my mother to put it up in the attic and somehow the next day there it was in Jacob's hands. In the event that I were to tell a counselor about this entity they would think i'm nuts! I don’t want to be in some psycho ward so drugged up I can barely even function. But I don't want to be stressed out all the time. It got so bad I stole one of my mother's anxiety medicines. Until I tried something I finally got rid of it. Mr. Honeybunny is gone. I put him in the fireplace and watched it burn. After which I went to sleep and had a full night's rest for the first time in weeks. I awoke and went to all my classes and caught up on late assignments “Austin you’re looking so much better what happened?” My IEP asked “I just got some rest that I needed” I told her that I had been playing too much video games again. She brushed it off and we continued on with our day. When I got home I gave my mother a big hug and play with Jacob. We played on our Xbox and were playing a classic zombie killing game about time travelers trying to save the universe. Later that night we were eating dinner and my mom noticed how I had been acting better. She pulled the classic “Are you on dope?”  I denied it jokingly finished eating, did my chores and went to bed. The next day I was still a little paranoid. Not that he will return but just that something bad will happen. I did my usual routine took a shower ate breakfast but was interrupted by the scream of Jacob. He ran down stairs and revealed scratch marks all over his back. My stomach dropped to a place it's never been before. I war right about the uneasy feeling I had. We showed out mom and she was horrified. He was rushed to the ER and the entire drive I knew what it was. The doctor said it had been self inflicted and he was in need of major counseling. My mom just like all moms would be was concerned. I wanted to tell her what was going on but she would think I was crazy. I went to the bathroom and as I was washing my hands I heard a scratching noise. I quickly panicked and ran to the door. I tried to turn the knob but it was locked. Suddenly the lights turned off and I was completely defenceless. Suddenly a child's voice flooded the room.

“Can you hear me? I can hear you”

I said nothing as tears ran down my face.

“In the furnace buried in ashes is a oval shaped gem. Go retrieve it. If you don’t he will kill you.”

The lights turned on and my heart was racing. I ran out of bathroom sweating  with tears running down my face.

My mom questioned my appearance but I had told her I was worried for Jacob. A few hours later we were driven home. We ate dinner. Afterwards I had went to the basement where I burned Mr. Honeybunny.

I opened the furnace and suddenly the lights turned off again and the same child's voice spoke.

“Good now when you take the gem several things will happen. For one the power will go off. Second your family will go into a slumber. Then be warned there will be monsters...They will ask you to play with them if you say yes… You will never stop.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“How long with this last?”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">There was a long pause.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Only a few minutes”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The lights turned back on and I proceeded to pick up the gem. Then the lights dimmed off. I heard the grand piano playing faintly upstairs. I closed my eyes and heard small steps. <span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Hey Austin wanna play?”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I stayed silent.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Come on don't be like that.. If you don’t i'll kill your brother!”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I was horrified but somehow knew it was just part of the act. Suddenly I heard something shatter and quickly opened my eyes. In front of me was nightmarish versions of my childhood toys. They were horrified and drenched in what smelled like tar. I looked the other way and saw my brother. Or what looked like him. He was looking straight at me with his mouth stitched shut. I couldn't understand what mental games Mr. Honeybunny was playing.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Come on Austin come play with us we will give you whatever you want!”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I screamed no at the top of my lungs and suddenly everything stopped. The lights turned back on and a voice it wasn’t a child's it sounded like a old man's voice. <span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“He wants this…”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Wants what?”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I asked. Suddenly the other voice spoke. <span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Good job you did it now in the attic there is a chest. Open it and you will find...Him. Cut him open and place the gem. Then everything will go back to normal.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I slowly walked up stairs and came to the realization I could die. But I didn’t care it was either this or a life's worth of terror and anxiety. I slowly walked down the corridor took a peek in Jacob's room then walked to the attic. It was dark but as my eyes adjusted to the dark I found the chest. I slowly opened each latch and opened it up. But found that it was empty. The scratchiest and most horrific voice I had ever heard spoke.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Its funny, this situation”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I felt light headed and realized all this was a trick. To bring me up here and to kill me.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“You humans are such easily manipulated.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">My sadness grew with anger.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“NO! This is not right what did I do?!”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“It wasn't you who did us wrong. It was your brother”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I was in disbelief.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Do you know what it’s like to be ripped apart? To be mangled? Everything we do is for a reason. Now give us the gem and we will let you go, we promise.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I dropped the gem as tears shed from my eyes.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“We have no purpose. Until you gave us one. We are you’re invention but when we seek revenge it's for redemption… Now go to bed and everything will be back to normal.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I went downstairs and did what I was told. The next day I was woken up by a police officer. My mother was found brutally stabbed to death. But my brother was found torn apart. I got over it. It took awhile though. My ptsd is still out of whack. I don’t know what Jacob did. Did he cut up his stuffed animals? Or something worse? But it's all over now. <ac_metadata title="Mr Honeybunny"> </ac_metadata>