The Demon Easter Bunny
By Abbey James
Twas the night before Easter and all through the house not a creature was stirring
except those red eyes in the corner. Wait, what? Oh him, he visits us every year,
he’s not your average Easter Bunny but we love him.
When I was just five years young, I was joyfully anticipating the chocolatey joy of
easter. That evening I stayed up all night waiting in the hope of finally meeting HIM,
the world famous easter bunny. At about 3:30 in the morning I heard a crash, sitting
up and pulling on my chick pattened dressing gown and slippers I ran as quietly as I
could down the rose red stairs. When i had crept into the front room, I spotted HIM.
He was lying odd shaped parcels all over the room, I had never seen so many
presents in one room before!
“Hello, I’m Zayden, I’ve always wanted to meet you,” I said in a tentative whisper.
“Who me? No one has ever wanted to be friends with me before,” said the creature.
As it turned around I noticed that something about him was not like it was in all the
stories I had been told. His eyes, they were a startling shade of red. He stared
straight at me with those strange eyes, and smiled. It was at that moment that I
realised that it was what was on the inside that truly counted. Also, the eggs he
delivers are 100000 times better than any other easter eggs!