One night when Evan was jogging, he took a shortcut through a small, old cemetery to get home quicker. He didn’t believe in ghosts and had no problem jogging through a burial ground of only deceased people. Unlike many of his friends, he wasn’t spooked out by cemeteries from overdosing on horror movies.
He jogged into the cemetery on the paved pathway surrounded by headstones, some new, some old. A rabbit ran in front of him and gave him a slight scare. He laughed to himself for feeling fear from a harmless, unexpected rabbit and was surprised to see a rabbit hanging around a cemetery.
Halfway through the cemetery, he saw the rabbit again. Seeming incredibly tame, it hopped toward him. He smiled and stopped jogging to pet the rabbit and thought about making a pet out of it. But when he went to pet the rabbit, it morphed into a ten-foot tall, horned creature with orange eyes and fingernails like knives. Evan screamed and started sprinting out of the cemetery faster than he’d ever run in his life. When he looked back, the horned monster had vanished and only the hopping rabbit remained.
Back home, he went to bed still shocked but relieved he’d escaped whatever that morphing rabbit was. In the middle of the night, he was awakened by a loud scratching on his front door. When he went to the door, he saw the rabbit from the cemetery in his security camera. Somehow the rabbit knew he was looking at it. It stared at him, as if it could see him through the camera. It morphed back into the ten-foot tall, horned monster, orange eyes blazing, and bellowed, “Sooner or later, I’ll have your soul.”
Bob Boyd