Trevor tacked another photo to the wall and stood back to view the mosaic of images. A grotesque rabbit face with teeth of a wolf and blood colored eyes appeared in every photograph, no matter the location or subject.
The couple on the porch ignorant of the grisly face in the swing beside them; the laughing child too preoccupied to see the ready jaws; the battle worn soldiers sleeping beside the ghoulish face; the forsaken house with the rabbit’s teeth biting deep into the wood.
Trevor shuddered; he could feel its blood red eyes on the back of his neck.
--- You should have seen my Mom’s face when she came home from the Christmas party. The kitchen counter was completely cleared off, every...
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