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T'was a stormy hour of darkness on Easter Eve, and the small town of Wallow Creek was fused by an uncanny sense of unease. The local townspeople had recently spoken through hushed tones about strange occurrences enclosed by the woods the town bordered. Rumors of an odd statured shadow at roam on the streets at late phases of the moon had spread much of a muchness to a seasonal cold, followed by goosebumps down the arms of the locals.

Among the townspeople was Soda, a young separated mother who stayed on the edges of Wallow Creek next to her young son, Torch. As a devout upholder of all subjects supernatural, Soda had always been enraptured by the legends of the Easter Bunny. But on one noteworthy hour of darkness, as she tucked Torch snug to bed and gave ear to the breeze that howled outdoors, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.

As zero hour approached, Soda lay awake on her bed. Her head raced through thoughts of the strange matters of the town. Suddenly, she heard a vague rustle on the external surface of her glass lookout square. She peered out at the darkness, and saw a shadowy creature that had floppy hung down ears. The dark mystery darted through the trees, and was moved by an unnatural speed and spryness. Struck by fear, Soda made haste and shut the glass lookout square and pulled the drapes closed.

But as the seconds strolled by, Soda couldn't shake the hunch that she was currently watched. She could make out low murmurs and chuckles on the outdoors of her house, and the pelts of locks on the back of her neck began to perk. Her heart sank as she concluded that the Easter Bunny legend she had always been so enchanted by was much more darker and baneful than she could have ever guessed.

Just as Soda was about to call law enforcement agents, a loud bang erupted at her front door. Torch woke up startled, eyes swept by fear as the sound grew louder and more adamant. Escorted by a trembled hand, Soda reached for the door handle, as her heart pounded out of her chest.

As the door swung open, Soda gasped, horrored at the subject before her. A grotesque creature that resembled a warped, aberrant form of the Easter Bunny stood on her doorstep. The greasy fur was matted and smeared by blood, along eyes full of a malevolent ruby glow. One clawed hand clutched a blood-smothered basket crammed full of rotten eggs and decayed candy.

Soda and Torch were frozen by terror as the creature leered at them, and offered up a beam of blood covered daggers. A nauseous lurch grew her stomach, and Soda knew that was no normal Easter Bunny – before her was a demon, a creature of pure vengeance that had come to wreak havoc on the town of Wallow Creek.

As the demon advanced towards them, Soda knew she had to take charge to protect her son. As a scream of rage ran through her, she grabbed a nearby cross and held the holy emblem aloft. The symbol boasted a beamy glow. The demon drew back, enraptured by fear, and screeched from the power of the cross.

After a vast effort, Soda managed to push the demon back, and caused the menace to retreat back to the darkness. As the break of dawn began to peek over Wallow Creek, the demented Easter Bunny evaporated through the darkness, and left a harsh goodbye to the aftermath of fear to forever be held by Soda and Torch.

From then on, the legend of the Easter Bunny throughout Wallow Creek became a much more baleful tale. The townspeople murmured of the demon that lurked beneath the shadows, who preyed on the weak and unwary. And Soda, whose courage was noted, became a hero through the eyes of her fellow bystanders, a woman who had faced down terror and emerged unbeaten.

But as the years passed, Soda could never shake the sense of unease that haunted her every Easter Eve. She knew that the demon lurked out there, on standby for the next chance to attack. And as she put Torch to bed each hour of darkness, she peacefully prayed for safety, as she acknowledged that the darkness was never far away.