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The scratching stopped.

The lighter went out.

The first swing took the door off the gas station. The second took Derek’s phone—and his thumb. He didn’t scream. He just stared at the wet, clean stump where his digit used to be, then collapsed.

Finn looked at Maya. She was crying. He took out his lighter. Bunny.The.Killer.Thing.2015.UNRATED.720p.BluRay...

“It hates light,” he said. “The lab report I saw on my phone before we lost signal. It’s photoreactive. The UNRATED cut means no one survives. But maybe we can blind it.”

Velvet Rage

The Bunny turned its head 180 degrees. The cracked eye twitched. It raised one of its blade-stumps and revved . The sound was a dentist’s drill mating with a leaf blower. The scratching stopped

Finn clicked on his phone’s flashlight. The beam swept across oil stains, a shattered pallet, and then… it.

The last thing Finn heard before the whirring began was the Bunny giggling, and the wet, rhythmic squish of its carrot chewing through steel, flesh, and bone.

The freezer door peeled open like a sardine can. And in the doorway, silhouetted against the burning gas station, stood the Bunny. Its fur was now soaking red. Its good eye reflected the fire. And in its blade-paws, it held Derek’s severed head like a snow globe. The second took Derek’s phone—and his thumb

“What the hell is that?” Derek whispered.

It was the size of a fire hydrant. Velveteen fur, once white, now the color of dishwater and rust. One glass eye was cracked, the other was a pupil-less, wet black marble. Its ears were long, floppy, and matted with something that shimmered like motor oil. In its paws—no, not paws. Stumps . Metal stumps with rotating blades, like the business end of a Cuisinart—it clutched a stuffed carrot. The carrot had teeth.

Finn grabbed Maya’s arm. “The freezer. Walk-in.”

They ran. Casey tripped over a fuel hose. The Bunny was on her in a blur of rotten cotton and spinning steel. It didn’t kill her. It unraveled her. A single, precise slice up the back of her gown, and then it began to pull. Not flesh. Threads . As if she were a doll. She screamed until her mouth became a zipper.