I woke up one moring with my feet cold. I was very confused because my window was closed and my blankets were over them. I brushed it off,and went for my slippers, but they were wet, a sticky wet. I screamed! When I looked down I saw a big hairy creature! It looked like a mutated easter bunny. I ran to my moms room but didn't see my mom I saw more mutated easter bunnies. I ran to the living room where my uncle slept, all I saw though was a mutated easter bunny. I screamed as loud as I possably could. Lastly, I ran to the backyard where I found the most gruesome site, my whole family in pieces. Ripped limb by limb. Then, I woke up with my feet cold.

Easter. Not my favorite day. Rabbits terrify me, I hate eggs, and my dog ran away last Easter. The rest of my family doesn't get it. They say the rabbits won't hurt me. Only I know the truth about those disgusting creatures that defile our planet every single night. I hate Easter because that's when the most evil bunny of all rampages in our homes. The Easter Bunny. That evil, overglorified sewer rat terrifies me. He is coming tonight, coming for me.