Dying Rabbit Calls Novels & Stories

“Uh? It says the rabbit died. The rabbit died?” “Did she hit a rabbit with her car or what?” Trey asked around the cherry sucker in his mouth. Rebekah chuckled. “They used to inject rabbits with women’s urine to determine pregnancy.” “Ugh,” Trey said, “that’s f**king disgusting. Are you serious?” Rebekah tousled his hair and nodded. “Completely.” “So what does it mean when the rabbit dies?” The look of concern on Brian’s face made Rebekah’s heart twang.

Much less get out of a car. Rio could not figure out Dimas. He sounded really upset but looked quite happy. Soon, Harmonia came out of the mansion and carefully handed the rabbit cage to Dimas. Rio found the rabbit really familiar. Wasn’t that Nightlight?! Dimas was really calm, as if he had never seen the rabbit before. “What’s its name?” he asked. “Rabbit Stew.” “Good name.” Rio was beginning to wonder whether he was hearing things. Was this what they meant when they said someone was b*llshitting?

"Ma'am. Please don't go into the house and stay where you are. Please contact your family or your friends to accompany you in the meantime. We will be there in five minutes." After the call ended, I followed their instruction and called Layla. But Layla's phone was turned off. I remembered she was still at her job. Then who else should I call...? My family is out of the question and I don't have friends aside from Layla. I could only close my phone and glance at the box in a distance from me. Remembering what was the thing inside, I shuddered. Honestly, I am afraid. Sending a dead rabbit to our doorstep. The sender has malicious intentions. Perhaps they are waiting and watching my frightened

Khiron joined in immediately, his own laughter mixing with mine until we were both leaning against furniture because standing upright while laughing this hard was impossible. "The rabbit," I managed to get out between laughs. "That stupid rabbit caused all of this." "The rabbit that you screamed at like it was a serial killer," Khiron added, wiping at his eyes. "It jumped out at me!" "It's a bunny. A tiny, fluffy bunny." "With very long ears and too many legs moving too fast!" "Rabbits have four legs, Nia. The normal amount of legs." "It felt like more in the moment!" He chuckled, “fine fine. I'll stop now.”

The rabbit is still looking at her but this time it looked like it was bewitched! She kneels down and forwards her hand slowly hearing the rustling sounds and the footsteps nearing her. The rabbit hops in her hand and the woman smiles lovingly. She caresses the rabbit and puts her anklet on it carefully so that it won't fall anywhere. She ties it around the rabbit and whispers in the rabbit's ears "Run far away from me. Make sure you escape everyone's arrows! You should never allow them to catch you. If you do, a part of my soul will also die with you. This is the only way I could compensate you for helping me. Now run!"

Orla was playing with Raby because she missed Dante. "Did Dante treat you well all these years?" He asked the rabbit. The rabbit's tail wailed. "You could tell me if he teased you," she said as she stroked its back. "I will scold him, and tease him the double he has teased you" she laughed, and the raby bolted towards the door and at the same time Dacy walked in, she went ahead of it to catch it.

"The black rabbit shook its head: 'I won't come over. I've seen a little mouse drown.'" Black Tail couldn't help but comment when he heard this: "Is this Black Rabbit too timid? What's wrong with giving it a try?" Sitting on the sofa, Tristan, upon hearing Black Tail's words, coldly tugged at his lips. He didn't think Black Rabbit was timid; what's the harm in trying? If it fails, Black Rabbit might lose its life. Then he heard Lyra's voice, filled with a hint of a smile: "I don't think Black Rabbit is timid at all. It shows that it loves itself and values its life. It's not necessary for it to cross the river; it can still eat and survive on this side."

Hands that had to be a foot long, easy. Two tiny red orbs danced in the darkness, the light reflecting and giving them an odd, pale glow. That’s when Abednego first heard the scratching. Slow, like the laboured dragging of heavy furniture across an ancient wooden floor. Followed by a ticking, tapping sound. The man heard it too. His eyes grew wide, his mouth trembling. He attempted to speak again but all that came out was that wet, rattling cough. He fell over trying to reach for the rabbit. About grabbed the rabbit carcass. It was still warm. He threw it, with everything he had left in him, into the dark opening.

Aileen was unusually strong for a girl her age. Aileen suddenly let go of her and stretched her hands out, a ball for fire surged forth and enveloped the two rabbits that were mating. Kalliste let out a shriek, but she could not find her voice, goose bumps enveloped her skin as she stared back at the charred remains of the rabbit, “You should not have…”, she said in a small voice.

We both feel it is stronger coming from the open plains, so we head in that direction. We followed our instincts while we all monitored for any signs of life from around us. It's Lewana who smells it first. "There's blood up ahead. Not human or wolf". We all approach carefully and are greeted with the most disturbing sight I have seen. A tree in the middle of a field with at least fifty dead rabbits hanging from it. They all have ropes tied around their necks in a noose and are placed throughout the tree like a creepy homage to Christmas decorations. On the trunk of the tree, there is a dagger holding a note. We all know who it is from.