Forget Clowns–It’s the Easter Bunny That’s Terrifying Kids
Who decided people in costumes would be a good way to entertain young children? Really, they are actually quite horrifying! Reddit user Kittypurry83 tells this story of an Easter bunny who left eggs and scary memories for many children.
“MY TIME TO SHINE. I feel reposting it won’t hurt since it is to date the scariest thing to happen to me: when I was younger I used to live by the woods and could see a cemetery from my back porch. One Easter I remember waking up and seeing the Easter bunny (one of those terrifying costumes) and what really gets me is I remember smelling the wet hay. When I woke up I didn’t tell anyone, but there was an extra Easter egg in my house that my parents didn’t hide. Years later when I was in high school I asked my parents if they ever dressed up like the Easter bunny and came into our room, they said they would never go through so much trouble. Then my younger sister, who I shared a bunk bed with when this happened, said she remembers when the Easter bunny came into our room and made a remark about the hay smell. I was terrified that we both remembered seeing a person dressed as a bunny in our room. To make it even stranger, I told the friends I sat with at lunch what happened. One of the girls was my neighbor across the street. She told me one Easter a long time she looked out her window during the night and saw the Easter bunny standing in her driveway. I had chills. To this day I am terrified of people in rabbit costumes”.
Location, Location, Location
It’s not just kids that wake up in the middle of the night afraid of the boogie man. For Doc-in-a-box, staying at mom’s house as an adult didn’t make this experience any less terrifying.
“As a young adult, I visited my mom in Tucson. She had me stay in the spare bedroom that basically had a bed, a sewing machine, a nightstand, and a walk-in closet. Middle of the night I wake up with a wave of fear. I know there is something watching me from the closet. I can’t look directly that way, but in my peripheral vision I know the closet door is open and just dark inside. Whatever was there was evil and did not like me there, or so I thought. It probably wasn’t too many minutes that I decided to just go back to sleep since nothing was happening, but I remember thinking that it was silly to be so scared; reminded me of when I was a kid. Next morning, wake up and mom’s in the kitchen with her head buried in the crossword puzzle, coffee in one hand, cigarette in the other. I start to tell her the story of the ‘weird’ thing that happened last night, and as the story continued she started to look up from her crossword, looked at me more intently, and her jaw started to drop. She explained that a few weeks back when my brother came to visit her and stayed in the same room, he described the very same story that happened to him, including that he was embarrassed to have that kind of fear as an adult. Just to add a little spice: the townhouse wasn’t that old or anything, but it was built on the grounds of the former Tucson Tuberculosis Sanatorium”.
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