The frame is dark and silent and brooding with a slow, slow build of quiet ominous music. The silence is broken when we hear a lighter flick, a puff being taken off of a cigarette and a voice speak.
It’s just what I’ve heard, I don’t
know how true it is.
Where’d you hear the story from?
Just people. People around
town. I’ve heard it a couple
times. Some of what people have
been saying has been corroborated
by police reports.
EXT. SUBURBAN HOUSE – MIDDAY
Two young men are sitting at a table in their backyard. These two gentleman’s names are ANDREW and DAVID. Andrew has a cigarette in his mouth and he’s using a knife to carve a pumpkin into a Jack-o-Lantern. He has a tray that he’s using the scoop the pumpkin’s guts into. Andrew is the owner of the first voice that we heard speaking.
What do people call him?
The Bunny Man.
He appears under the bridge for the
202 freeway by Tempe Town
Lake. They say he appears every
Halloween, right before midnight,
and he’s seen carrying an axe.
Why? What’s his story?
Escaped mental patient. Killed his
family on the morning of Easter
Sunday. You know how the stories
go. In the 60’s, down Mill Ave,
where the Children’s Hospital is,
it used to be an insane
asylum. That much is true. It was
closed down due to lack of funding
and years later it was bought by
another company and now… it’s the
So he had nowhere to go?
I suppose not. He hung around town
as a vagrant…
We see a series of vignettes as Andrew narrates them. What he says, we, as the viewer, are able to see the events.
Apparently, he had a grudge against
animals because bunny rabbits were
being found dead, crushed to death.
We see some cottontail rabbits grazing in the grass, suddenly afraid and running. We cut to a pile of guts, fur and bones. A large man assembles the carnage meticulously, like he’s making a work of art.
And the bridge under the freeway
where people swear to have seen
him, he used to hang their bodies
Underneath a freeway overpass is a macabre site, dead animals hung from their feet by ropes, bloody and mangled.
There were instances of people
using the bridge as a hangout spot,
drinking beer and smoking pot,
whatever. This, THIS is true,
several people said a man dressed
in a bunny suit would approach
them, holding an axe and told them
that they were trespassing and he’d
chase them off.
In the shadows of the bridge, we see a classic-type Easter Bunny standing in the shadows with an axe gleaming in the moonlight.
How do you know that part’s true?
Because it’s in newspaper archives,
a few different stories from the
late 60’s, early 70’s of a man
dressed as a bunny chasing people
off with an axe.
Eh… sounds like a typical urban
legend. It fits so neatly
together. The bunny motif, the,
uh, Easter Sunday Massacre. Why
wasn’t he ever arrested? Why does
he still appear every Halloween?
That’s the spooky part. Allegedly,
the police got involved and gave
We see footage of the Bunny Man running at night with flashlights illuminating him. Just then, a train honks and its lights blind the man. For a split second, the cartoonish bunny face looks terrified. The camera rushes in on the bunny man quick. The train crushes him and the tracks are splattered with gore.
…and trying to evade them, he
tried to jump past a train to get
away, but, SPLAT, it got him.
…and now his ghost haunts his old
Andrew snubs his cigarette and begins to carve eyes into his pumpkin, triangular eyes.
Now, people say around Halloween,
every year, around that area by
Tempe Town Lake, rabbits start
dying and if you wait by the bridge
at the right time, you can see
him. And if you see him, it’ll be
last time you do, because he’ll get
you with his axe.
An axe swings down and blood flies.
But why Halloween? Didn’t he kill
his family on Easter?
I don’t know, it’s a story.
And if you believe in superstition,
Halloween is descended from All
Hallow’s Eve and that’s when
spirits can return to the Earth.
And if you see him, it’s the last
time, how does anyone
know? Shouldn’t anyone who’s
witnessed it died so they can’t
tell anyone else about what they’ve
Suspension of disbelief, my
friend. No, it’s all bullshit, but
it’s a spooky story. I know people
have gone missing by Tempe Town
Lake, but a lot of those are
rumored to have been victims of the
But no one knows if he’s real,
We should wait there. On
Halloween. We should see if we see
I’m not doing that.
Why not? You JUST said it’s all
bullshit, so what’s to worry about?
I don’t care, I don’t fuck around
with shit I don’t understand. I
don’t believe in demons, but I
don’t mess with Ouija boards
because what if I’m wrong? It’d be
a stupid way to die, that’s for
Come on. We’ll have a few beers,
wait out there around midnight and
we can say we did it.
And if we’re wrong?
We won’t be.
EXT. TEMPE TOWN LAKE – NIGHT
The lake is calm. Water ripples in the moonlight. Frogs croak and nocturnal birds chirp. It is a quiet and spooky night.
Andrew and David walk up a dirt path, lighting their way with flashlights that cut through the darkness like knives. As they approach the are underneath the legendary bridge, they pause. The area is lit with a lonely Jack-o-Lantern, casting a golden light across the concrete walls surrounding it. They find an area and wait, wait for what may come.
So, what now?
What time is it?
It is… wow, perfect timing,
11:59. Should be any time now.
A cloud rolls past the moon as time flows by. Minutes pass.
Nope. We should get out of here, I
need a beer.
David and Andrew are standing, facing each other, with the opening of the tunnel behind them.
I guess I’m disappointed. I wanted
to see SOMEthing.
I’ll call it a lucky break.
Behind them, out of their field of vision but directly within ours, we see a figure emerge from the darkness and step forward. It is out of focus and our two heroes are gleefully ignorant of its presence. It is, indeed, THE BUNNY MAN. His long ears are catching the moonlight. It is holding an axe in its soft, cottony hands.
So, what after this?
There’s a party at Dominic’s
house, should be pretty chill.
I’m down. Who’s all gonna be
David shifts from where he’s standing and steps to the side, now facing Andrew and the opening of the underpass. His face freezes up in horror. The camera tracks in quick on David’s face.
I think Bill is, that guy from the,
It’s here. It’s behind you.
Andrew never once questions the authenticity of his friend’s claim. He immediately freezes and begins to take thin, shallow breaths.
Where is it?
It’s walking toward us right now.
We see the shadow of the bunny man creeping along the ground, closer and closer to our two heroes, its ears long antennae of a wicked bug skittering about in the night.
Oh, my god…
Tears will in Andrew’s eyes and spill down his cheeks.
We have to run. Now. We have to
run right now.
I–I… I can’t.
We have to run!
The camera focuses close on Andrew’s face and the out-of-focus bunny man reaches up on Andrew, closer and
closer. Andrew is petrified, he is literally paralyzed with fear and can’t move.
I can’t move!
Liquid warmth spreads around Andrew’s crotch. He’s so scared he’s literally pissing himself.
Oh my god oh my god oh my god…
Andrew’s breath is shallow and uneven. He’s
panicking. David looks behind him and see’s the pathway
home, or at least out of there.
Don’t leave me, please!
Snot pools down around Andrew’s lips.
David runs as fast as he can. The camera chases him frantically. He’s letting out inhuman sounds of pure fear deep within him.
The bunny man is right at Andrew’s back. Andrew bites his lip and turns, slowly, to face what intends to kill him.
The bunny man is seen fully now. It is a dirty creature, covered with mud, dirt and pieces of gore about its face. It breathes in wheezing breaths; guttural, low roars. The creature lifts its axe and swings downward. The blade of the axe connects with Andrew’s face and blood splashes the wall, the bunny man’s face and the lonely Jack-o-Lantern, the candle flickering a red glow across the walls now.
David runs as fast as he can, continuing to semi-howl pains of misery and terror as he makes his way down the path. He stops for a moment to catch his breath.
A TWIG SNAPS.
David looks toward the source of the sound and lets out a sight of relief when he can’t see anything.
POV SHOT – The bunny man approaches.
David stands in the same spot, with his hand clutching at his chest. As the bunny man approaches, closer to David, David turns and faces the beast eye to eye. He’s too exhausted, sad and defeated to scream.
Silence. Nothing is heard. Until we hear a voice, the voice of David.
I don’t know why he spared me.
TWO YEARS LATER
INT. SUBURBAN HOUSE – NIGHT
David is sitting at a table. It’s been two years, but he looks remarkably the same. He looks scared. He looks destroyed inside. A woman is sitting across from him. As he speaks, the camera pulls back.
After it killed Andrew, it came
after me. I saw it by the lake and
it came to me, but it let me go. I
don’t know why. It just… stood
there. It let me get up and
leave. But every night, every
night I wake up scared. I’m afraid
every day of my life because I know
it wants me and it wants to kill
me. I’m afraid that when it comes
to me I’ll be paralyzed with fear
again and it will kill me.
The woman David is sitting with looks at him sympathetically and touches his hand. The shot ends on a close up a Jack-o-Lantern and fades out.