Chapter 1One dark night, there were kids, all friends, deep in the woods. This wasn't any night though. This was Halloween night, and a full moon no less. The kids names were Oswald, Sarah, and Oscar. They had been friends for a while, though Oswald was quite younger than them. He was 12, the others were 15.
Oscar was leading the way, flashlight in hand. They all decided trick or treating was behind them, so Sarah suggested going to the old, abandoned house. Once they got there, Oswald looked into the window. He noted a light that was on, but Oscar said it was just from the last people who visited. Oz decided to trust him, and they walked in.
Sarah opened the door and an awful smell hit the group, except Oscar. Oswald complained, Sarah complained, and Oscar told them to stop trying to scare him. Oscar lead them all into the kitchen, everything was torn out. Besides the microwave..for whatever reason. Wires from the appliances were strewn about, on the floor, on the walls. They were shredded, the innards exposed, so the group stepped over them carefully.
Then they heard a loud, metal, clang. Oswald and Sarah screamed, but Oscar pointed out that Sarah had just stepped on a bar. They all calmed down and continued to the bedroom. "Guys..there's a dead body in here," Oscar said, an unsettling calm in his voice. "I- I want out..now," Oscar whined, and Sarah agreed. Oscar laughed and said he was joking, so the others walked in. Oscar looked at the bed, "Looks like a good place to nap!" He laughed, though the laugh seemed to have fear behind it. "Don't touch the bed." Everybody looked at Sarah. "Uh- who just..said that?" Sara stuttered, and Oz glared. "That's not funny, we heard you." Sara was confused, she hadn't said a word.
Oscar looked at the door quickly after hearing the thump of, what he thought, was small footsteps. Fast footsteps. He pointed his light down the hall, and the glow filled it, landing on a small figure of a torn, green rabbit. He stepped closer to it and looked at its face. The teeth looked human, with stains of reddish-brown. He cautiously poked its eye and backed up, revolted. "The- the eyes feel..real." He said and turned to his friends.
As soon as the light moved from the rabbit, it sprinted at him with frightening speed. "PUT THE LIGHT ON IT" Sarah yelled. Oscar quickly did, breathing fast. The rabbit froze, mid-stride, with a devilish grin on its face. Oscar recognized the toy suddenly, he and his old friends had begged for one, and they stole one. The guilt never left him, and apparently neither did Plushtrap. "But..I got rid of him" Oswald said, his fear starting to show. He remembered running down the road, power out. Across the train tracks, he ran as fast as he could, Plushtrap was almost as fast as him. Oscar had stopped on the tracks, Plushtrap followed, and Oscar jumped off before he could get hit. But..Plushtrap was smashed, obliterated. How did he get back?