I See Dead Bunnies

My drives home from the gym, are proving to be quite the nightmare.
With winter just around the corner the evenings are getting darker earlier. I have lost my balance with telling time via sunlight, so all I can say is, it was dark when I was driving home. Patches of fog were seen rolling along the valleys of grass along the road. The roads were quiet, and empty. The skies were clear, and I could see the stars shining like little metallic daggers in the sky. They were wavering at me. Taunting me. Trying to stab me. I am afraid of the sky, and I wish for rainy days.

Anyways, I was driving home, enjoying my music and I turned on to my road, when out of nowhere I see a little white bunny that darts out in front of me. Not just any bunny, it was a magic bunny that was buried in The Pet Cemetary. Not just "a" pet cemetary, but "The" Pet Cemetary, the one's where the little animals come back, and stay your friend forever. This magic bunny was my bunny. I recognized the little white tail, and blue eye. To be honest I don't even think I buried him in The Pet Cemetary, but in my backyard. My backyard is the porthole to hell, or reincarnation, or resusitation, or some creepy shit. But the point is here I saw my bunny, and he followed me to my new home.

His fluffy white fur was glowing, and he was zig-zagging in front of me. It was very cosmic, and I got a buzzing feeling in my head....I tried to remain calm and think if I drank anything from strangers who might have spiked my drink with delicious acid. This is the same bunny that died last Easter weekend (of all days) My bunny (also known as Saucer) was running along the street, beckoning me to kill him (again)
I slammed on my brakes, and Saucer stopped. And then hippity hopped. Then ran, I kept driving, hoping the little bunny knew how to run across the street and not in front of my car.

Finally the ghost bunny found his way across the street and stopped. I drove by, afraid to stop, or rescue him. Ghost bunnies are dangerous because they will steal your soul, or first born child. Since I only have one child, I figured it best to keep the little hellraiser bunny right where he was. Maybe I should go back and kill him twice, just to be safe. I mean the little devil bunny found the energy to rise from the dead, maybe he wants to take me to hell with him? Dear god I hope the little bastard didn't follow me home.

I can picture the devil bunny following me home, and torturing me. The little whore bunny would shack up with a hot young bunny slut and have litters of bouncing baby bunnykins. They will eat my grass and say "Gravity Drop your sod is sweet, young, and tender. We are going to eat all of your 99% weed free sod........" and then they chuckle with the bunny chuckle that causes your ear drums to burst. (Bunny chuckles sound like little babies being stabbed)....... At this point I will fall to my knees and pound my fists on the up-rooted sod and soil and cry. When I regain conciousness I will discover that my child is missing just like the grass. I cannot imagine, what will happen to my baby, but I think she will face the same demise as my sweet young sod. I will scream and blackout a second time, hoping that this time I will never awake again.

I checked my rearview mirror. I saw no evidence of fuzzy blurs passing my vision. I breathed a sigh of relief. Tomorrow I will return, and re-kill my bunny. This must be done for my sanity and my sweet tender grass. I must plan wisely, because this will be a blood bath. Yes it will.