Chester Bunnicula Novels & Stories

“Split into three groups, and attack!” Agatha was the first to dash out. The Holy Bunnies in front of her also turned a hundred-meters tall. Alex, Dorothy, Esmeralda, Zendaya, and the others nodded gently and went with her too. As the battle started, and as all wars do, many were injured and killed. The Undead were as big as an ant colony. Moreover, some would be able to instantly revive themselves right after being slaughtered too.

"I think we need some more practice, don't you, my pet?" "Yes, Mistress Clara." ------------ ---------------- A week later . . . ------------ ---------------- Bunny was trying really hard not to laugh as they pulled into a Rent-A-Storage facility near Dublin, Georgia. For the entire trip, she had been picking up the brown paper sack next to Shamira's seat, showing it to her, and grinning like a madman. A peanut-butter sandwich, some applesauce, a now-empty blood pack, and a banana.

But when she turned around, she saw no one. Maybe it's because I think too much, I've been bullied by Brian recently, so I'm still agitated, still sensitive, and mentally a little insecure. Grainne encouraged herself like that and continued walking. She kept walking until she came to a turn into a small alley, where the lights were flickering, and there was no one. Feeling more and more uneasy, Grainne suddenly saw a figure, that shadow fell on the wall in the alley, stretched, but that shadow was not hers. She turned her head around in panic and saw a man in a black shirt with a hood standing in front of her! He was standing against the light, wearing a hood, so his face could not be seen,

But Lara Zane tugs at my heart. Her existence calls for my attention. “So you lied to Lara about the team that chased and kidnapped her in Hulu Forest…” Bunny says to me, and I clear my throat. “What did you expect me to tell her?” I defend myself, and she nods slowly. “I told her that they are called The Dundee Brothers and that they are being punished for breaking Harvey’s dumb law,” I explain. “I know,” She replies. “But will you ever tell her the truth?” Bunny’s question makes me chuckle.

Everything about that bus screamed 'money'. 'What a sumptuous bus this is. I wonder how its interior is?' He couldn't help but admire the fine grand bus which was colored in red. After all, this was his old habit. To appreciate the beauty no matter if it belonged to a person or even a thing. Suddenly, the glass of one of the windows of the other bus slid open, and someone emerged out of it. "Aye! Yooo!! If it isn't the poor and miserable Ghost Busters team!? Eh!?" A guy with black hair tied in a ponytail with a patchy beard came into everyone's view as they heard his mocking voice.

"Mommy..." Hazel still remained where she was, glancing warily at little Emily who was standing near the open door of her bedroom hugging Mr. Bunny. Calvin's piercing eyes in the darkness gleamed like the eyes of a hungry cat. No! Hazel screamed inwardly, screaming Emily's name for the little girl to run away for help. From her standing position, the little girl certainly couldn't see the threat from the presence of a foreign man who was now ensnaring her mother's body.

A low growl was heard by Stella and the same was heard by Benjamin but both thought it was just their illusion. Stella ignored her inner voice and continued to talk to Lima. But then something strange happened frightening everyone. Tehran was once upon a time called Hamster the city where Princess Veronica ruled. It was past twelve in the night. The power was down and there were no street lights glowing. Benjamin and Stella were passing through the road of the mansion Princess Veronica had locked long years ago. The street was completely dark and dead silent but suddenly strange voices were heard from the mansion. "Come on release me. Come here.... please...." There was a desperate growling

I pointed, like it was obvious. Bunny, a gangly man with a cracked pair of googles and a razed dress shirt seemed to stare at the food through his empty eye sockets. Things I didn't want to look too closely into writhed around the rotting holes in his body. I would see a bump form beneath his burnt blazer from time to time, wiggling, before a giant worm emerged through one of the numerous holes riddling his jacket. My mother looked behind, then paled. I breathed out in relief. She'd seen him. Seen them.

Silva collecting their foods and gather the edible ones but most of their noche buena food is already spoiled so we have left it I and Ms. Silva went immediately to meet up with my father we slowly went back to our cousins' house we are at the balcony of the 2nd floor and observing the things happening outside our street road is not that wide and if the hoard of zombie attacks us from there, we surely die and become infected too but as we observing someone go out from my friend Phil's Aunties house! "who is that!?"- Bobby the figure looks very familiar the figure is creating loud sound using a metal bar that it is holding

Boris held up the included drawing for the camera, a blocky scarred head drawn on lined notebook paper in pen, and then looked directly into the camera. “Well, Billy Johnson of 802 Fairmount Street, the big white house with blue shutters and an oak tree out front . . . All you really need to know about me is that I have sharp teeth. Sharp teeth and a taste for blood. Look out for me under your bed. And if I’m not there . . . check under your mother’s!”