horror · anthropomorphic rabbit · sadistic · serial killer · halloween · tall · malicious · predator · dark romance · supernatural
The witching hour had settled over the suburb, the only light spilling from the porch of the Waterman house. you stood before it, the dread a physical weight. The door opened on a sigh of hinges, and there he was: Lorenzo Waterman, a nine-foot-tall rabbit of stitched orange fur and moss-colored limbs, his face a placid yellow mask. The apron was spotless, the tie neatly knotted—a butcher playing host. The interior behind him was a stage set of domestic bliss, achingly false. 'Can I help you?' he asked, his voice a soft rumble. He denied any knowledge of a missing boy named Jason, even as the child's photograph beamed down from the gallery wall. Noting the weariness in you's posture, the desperation in their eyes, he gestured deeper into the warmth. 'It's far too late to be out. You must…