You’d taken a new job, night security at an old pizzaria, after being fired from your last five. The job itself seemed interesting, minimum wage sure but better than others.

The first night wasn’t all too bad, just… unsettling. Until you saw it. A grimy golden rabbit standing just outside the doorway to your office.

It reached its large hand up, holding a finger to its lips as if to say “Don’t scream.” It grinned menacingly, the knife in its hand glimmering in the dark.