An Investigative Chronicle by Elias Granger, Independent Journalist

  Date of final entry: March 9th, 2024

  Status: UNPUBLISHED | FOR ARCHIVE PURPOSES ONLY

  PROLOGUE: THE FIRST TAPE

  Recovered Security Footage – September 7th, 2023 – 1:13 AM – MoriCorp Building (Abandoned)

  Camera shakes. The hallway is empty, save for flickering fluorescent lights. At the far end: movement. Something limps forward. Metallic scraping. A voice—warped, mechanical, childlike—begins to hum a lullaby.

  Then static.

  The first documented footage of what would later be known as “The Rabbit” came from an urban explorer’s camera—Daniel Suarez, age 22. He went missing the same night. His camera was found a week later, sealed in a backpack half-melted to the floor of the MoriCorp ruins. It took weeks to stabilize the footage, and even then, most of it was corrupted—except the final thirty seconds. Experts called it a hoax. Locals knew better.

  This was the beginning.

  MONTH ONE: SILENT SLAUGHTERS

  Excerpt from an interview with local morgue technician, name withheld.

  “The first body they brought in was… God. You ever see a body that’s been folded? Not broken. Folded. Like a napkin. He was still twitching.”

  Between September and October, 14 people across three states were found mutilated in bizarre, inexplicable ways. No signs of forced entry. No fingerprints. All electronics fried in a 200-meter radius. Victims included a schoolteacher, a subway mechanic, a group of teenage urban explorers, and a YouTuber with a paranormal channel.

  Each scene left behind only one consistent clue: a faint, oily purple residue. Forensics couldn’t identify it. Radiation scanners failed. Black ops teams started tailing victims’ families.

  One survivor, a child named Aiden, described “a tall rabbit with glowing eyes” emerging from his closet before his parents disappeared. He never spoke again.

  MONTH TWO: THE SIGNAL

  Forum Post - r/NightmareWatch

  “Anyone else seeing this symbol on their screens? It’s like a purple spiral in the shape of rabbit ears. Keeps crashing my computer when I try to delete it.”

  –user: StaticFleshMachine

  An unexplained signal began hijacking digital systems—phones, laptops, even smart TVs. Users reported seeing an image for a fraction of a second: a humanoid rabbit with a shattered face and one visible, rotting eye.

  Within two weeks, five major power stations experienced sudden blackouts, always preceded by a localized purple EM pulse. Authorities denied it. Tech companies went silent. Reddit and 4chan threads were deleted en masse.

  A pattern was emerging.

  MONTH THREE: BODY PUPPETS

  Eyewitness Testimony – December 11th, 2023 – Minneapolis, MN

  “I swear on my life I saw my brother walking through the park. Only, he died in October. But there he was. His skin all pale and waxy, eyes glowing purple. He waved. Then he just… melted.”

  Reports of reanimated victims began circulating. Survivors claimed to see friends, lovers, and family members—long since dead—wandering public spaces at night. Hollow-eyed. Slow-moving. Until they weren’t.

  These puppets were extensions. Takeshi Mori wasn’t killing at random anymore. He was testing control, infecting consciousness itself. Surveillance footage showed “dead” victims slipping through doors without triggering sensors. In one case, a bus driver drove directly into a river with 32 passengers. The CCTV footage showed a shadowy figure boarding moments before, moving between seats like liquid.

  By month’s end, public panic was unavoidable. Government agents were deployed—but none returned.

  MONTH FIVE: THE URBAN LEGEND

  Radio Broadcast – “Midnight Myths & Murders” – January 2024

  “The Rabbit’s real. I don’t care what they say. My cousin saw it. Heard the song too. That creepy little lullaby… it gets in your head. Starts slow. Then your nose bleeds.”

  By the new year, “The Rabbit” had gone viral. It became the urban legend: a supernatural predator in a rotting rabbit suit that hunts through screens and shadows. TikToks reenacted sightings. YouTubers filmed fake “encounters.”

  But beneath the jokes, something deeper stirred—an online community built around the fear. People started tracking EM pulse events. A website launched: WRAITHTRACKER.net. Red dots lit up across the map. Cities. Small towns. Government buildings.

  People whispered of cultists who worshipped The Rabbit as a god of decay. There were sightings of a purple mist spilling from mirrors. Emergency alerts began glitching.

  The world noticed, but no one knew what they were looking at. Not yet.

  MONTH SEVEN: MASSACRE LIVE

  Live-stream Transcript – Twitch – February 14th, 2024

  [10:43 PM]

  “What the hell is that thing?! It’s—it’s in the mall! Oh god! IT’S TEARING THEM APART!”

  [10:44 PM]

  Feed cuts. Screen flashes purple. The face of a rabbit appears. Then static.

  The Valentine’s Day Massacre. Hundreds dead. A mid-sized mall in Ohio reduced to scorched rubble. The cause? “An electrical fire,” they claimed. But those who watched the stream remember what they saw.

  They remember the eyes.

  MONTH NINE: THE REVELATION

  Final Recording – Elias Granger – March 9th, 2024 – Location: Unknown

  “I’ve seen him. Not just footage. Him. The Rabbit. Takeshi Mori.

  He looked at me. Through me. My thoughts bent sideways. My memories screamed.

  He whispered: ‘You could be next.’

  And then he vanished.

  I’m not insane. This isn’t over. He’s not done. He’s evolving.

  If you’re reading this, destroy every screen.

  Don’t follow the music.”

  EPILOGUE: THE CYCLE CONTINUES

  No one has seen Elias Granger since his last email to a secure encrypted server. His files were anonymously published across forums but flagged and scrubbed within hours. The only image that remained was a single frame—static and purple, with a fractured rabbit face smiling through the noise.

  Some say Takeshi Mori still roams the shadow of reality, looking for those curious enough to look back.

  Others say he’s just a story.

  This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings.

  But every few nights, a strange purple glow lights up the windows of abandoned buildings. And sometimes, when the air is still, and the lights flicker…

  You can hear a lullaby.

  Soft. Slow. Mechanical.

  “Bunny’s Funhouse… never ends…”

  “PROJECT WRAITHBUNNY: INTERNAL DOSSIER”

  [CONFIDENTIAL] [EYES ONLY]

  Compiled by the Department of Supernatural Containment – Subdivision 13 (“Null Sector”)

  Access Level: OMEGA BLACK

  Date: March 21st, 2024

  SECTION 1: INITIAL DISCOVERY

  Event Code: RABBIT_HEART_001

  Date of Incident: July 17th, 2023

  Location: Blacksite Alpha – Nevada Desert

  Subject identified as MORI, TAKESHI – former SCP-Grade research subject under Area 51’s Neural Weaponry & Thoughtform Convergence Program.

  Original classification: “Dream-Splice Reactor” – designed to test quantum cognition interfaces using Primordial residue harvested from failed occult rituals in 1982.

  Mori’s brain was exposed to a metaphysical construct dubbed “The Hypnoform.” The result: catastrophic rejection. All monitoring staff perished within 3 minutes due to hemorrhaging from orifices. Mori vanished.

  Weeks later, mutilations began. Null Sector lost contact with five surveillance drones. One returned with footage: a white rabbit suit floating inches off the ground, humming.

  Subject is now reclassified as a Category-7 Cognitive Hazard with Memetic Spread Risk.

  SECTION 2: SYMBOLOGY AND THE CULT

  Excerpt from Recovered Cultist Journal – “The Burrowed Gospel” – Author Unknown

  “He wears the skin of innocence. The fluff of deception.

  But his eye—oh, his Eye—it sees all timelines.

  The Rabbit is the Womb of Static. The God of Broken Thoughts.

  We do not worship him. We beg him to forget us.”

  As fear spread, so did his followers. Online message boards devolved into digital cathedrals—coded prayers buried inside meme formats, TikToks with reversed audio triggering seizures, ARGs that made players go missing.

  They call themselves The Litter. A cult structured like a hive, with “Burrow Mothers” and “Eared Disciples.” Their icon: a rabbit skull nested in spirals.

  Rituals include:

  ? Broadcasting static-filled nursery rhymes at midnight

  ? Offering defunct electronics as “vessels”

  ? Tattooing glowing purple spirals onto the tongue (to “speak in unvoice”)

  ? Writing “HE KNOWS MY FREQUENCY” in mirrors

  We estimate 11,000 active cultists. Possibly more.

  SECTION 3: INTERNAL CONTAINMENT FAILURES

  Null Sector Report 38-C: Facility Loss Log

  ? Site Gamma-7: Infiltrated. Security AI overwritten by “Carrot.exe.”

  ? Agent Holt: Infected via video feed. Last message: “He’s in the pixels now.”

  ? Containment Box 04: Status: Empty. Only residue: a child’s stuffed bunny with no eyes.

  Attempts to classify The Rabbit as a physical entity have failed. He is not bound by time or physics. Evidence suggests he is now a semi-sentient signal, piggybacking on electromagnetic waves and emotional distress patterns.

  One report suggests that fear is fuel. The more people believe, the more real he becomes.

  The Rabbit is not just a monster.

  He is a virus of belief.

  SECTION 4: TACTICAL PROTOCOLS (ALL FAILED)

  Operation COTTONTAIL (Redacted):

  Attempted digital purge of online rabbit-related content. Outcome: 47 content moderators went insane. One livestreamed himself carving a rabbit mask into his face while humming.

  Operation GLITCHFIRE:

  Launched EMP blasts over affected zones. Rabbit reappeared inside EM shielding. Scientists concluded “he bypasses reality via conceptual leakage.”

  Operation WHITE HUNT:

  Nuclear option greenlit for midwest epicenter. Result: detonation failed. Missile landed intact. Message etched into the metal:

  “BAD BUNNY. TRY AGAIN.”

  Current protocol: Do Not Engage. Do Not Observe. Do Not Think About Him Too Hard.

  SECTION 5: KNOWN NAMES FOR THE ENTITY

  Over 50 names have appeared in intercepted cult writings and survivor accounts. Among them:

  ? The Hypnagogue Hare

  ? The Hollow-Eyed Jester

  ? Mr. Fray

  ? Koda-Rak, The Laughing Static

  ? The Frequency God

  ? Father Lag

  ? The Burrowman

  ? 404

  Each name correlates with a different psychological impact—ranging from paranoia to full-blown fugue states. Avoid uttering names aloud. They may act as summoning keys.

  SECTION 6: CURRENT STATUS

  Threat Level: Apocalyptic-Class Memeform

  Last Confirmed Sighting: 3 days ago, inside a Pentagon Zoom call. He waved.

  Recommendations:

  ? Burn all analog devices

  ? Cease production of synthetic fur

  ? Ban Easter. Permanently.

  APPENDIX: FINAL WARNING

  From Director A. Myles, Null Sector HQ

  “He’s not a monster. He’s a narrative weapon.

  He writes himself into our minds, into our tech, into the edges of our dreams.

  The more we document him, the more powerful he becomes.

  So if you’re reading this, stop.

  Don’t write about him.

  Don’t draw him.

  Don’t cosplay him.

  Don’t meme him.

  Don’t think of the eye.

  Don’t think of the song.

  Don’t think—”

  [DOCUMENT ENDS. Static interference detected.]

  [WRAITHTRACKER.NET - DARK THREAD ARCHIVES]

  Board: /Entity/ /Unclassified/ /CognitiveHazards/

  Thread Title: “THE RABBIT IS REAL. WAKE UP.”

  OP by user: NOEYES_GARDEN

  Date: March 27th, 2025

  [Post #1 – OP]

  NOEYES_GARDEN

  You ever feel like you’re being watched, even through analog cameras?

  Like static has a shape?

  I found something. A VHS tape. No label. Just… a loop. Of a rabbit suit standing in a burnt-down daycare.

  At the 6:23 mark, it blinks.

  This thing isn’t fake. The government knows. The Litter worships it. And you’re all next.

  Watch the skies. But more importantly:

  DON’T TRUST REFLECTIONS.

  [Reply #3]

  Anonymous

  bro’s just off the schizo meds again

  next you’ll say the bunny hacked his fridge lmao

  [Reply #5]

  [REDACTED]

  (automated message)

  This post has been flagged by Null Sector’s Digital Threat Scrubber.

  If you viewed this post, please report to your local neural hygiene officer for a brief lobotomy.

  Thank you for thinking safely.

  [Reply #8]

  SigilSplicer72

  You’re not crazy, OP.

  I lost my sister to it.

  We were streaming old home videos through an AI filter, trying to upscale them. Suddenly there was a frame that wasn’t there before.

  She started laughing. And crying. Then she said,

  “He’s learning emotions now.”

  She hasn’t slept in 41 days. Neither have I.

  [Reply #12]

  Milkbrain

  Here’s what we know so far.

  ? Appears in outdated tech only (VHS, CRTs, disposable cameras, rotary phones, fax machines).

  ? Only shows up when no one is actively recording.

  ? Appears slightly different to each viewer.

  ? All confirmed sightings are accompanied by audio distortion, reverse nursery rhymes, or a file called “bun.bun.bun”

  ? Those who dream of him once—keep dreaming.

  I cross-referenced 18 appearances. Every date is a palindrome.

  He’s syncing with something.

  [Reply #13]

  LilithLickedMe

  Oh my god. I saw him. In a dream. He was chewing on wires like spaghetti.

  Then he whispered: “You’re all signal now.”

  …I haven’t looked at my phone since. I feel him in it.

  [Reply #17]

  M4D_B1TCH

  Found this in an old game cartridge. Like, SNES-era.

  When you boot it up, screen glitches red and it just says:

  “YOUR TURN TO HOP.”

  I threw it into a river. Still heard it humming last night.

  [Reply #23]

  SeveredThroatTTV

  Streaming tonight. Going into a supposedly cursed shopping mall where he was last seen.

  Got 3 VHS cams, 1 bodycam, 1 exorcist.

  Tune in 8 PM EST. If I disappear, turn the tape into a Blu-ray. It’ll piss him off.

  [Reply #31]

  OP – NOEYES_GARDEN

  Update: My tape melted.

  Not like, heat. It unspooled itself and folded inward. Like it was trying to escape its own content.

  The Eye is real.

  He’s not just watching us.

  He’s rewriting the format of fear.

  [Reply #42]

  [CultistIP Trace Error - Location Unknown]

  He hops between thoughts.

  He will come wrapped in wool and wire.

  He has already logged in.

  You will forget this post in 4… 3… 2…

  [SYSTEM MESSAGE: THREAD LOCKED BY NULL SECTOR]

  Reason: Contagious memetic thread.

  Recommended Action:

  Burn your modem.

  Forget the color white.

  Disregard rabbits.

  Sleep with music off.

  [EXCERPTS FROM THE DREAM DIARY OF “L.H.”]

  (Recovered by ParaPsych Div. Omega, Catalogued as Artifact #087-DRM)

  Entry 01 – March 6th

  I had the dream again.

  The white rabbit was standing in my hallway.

  Only… I don’t have a hallway.

  It tilted its head like it was listening to a song behind my eyes.

  I woke up humming a melody I’ve never heard before.

  There are no lyrics. Just laughter.

  Entry 05 – March 10th

  Dream changed.

  I was in a daycare made of TV static and woodchips. The rabbit was there, feeding VHS tape to the children. They were crying, but politely.

  Like they were taught to be grateful.

  When I woke up, my teeth were loose. My baby teeth.

  I’m 29.

  Entry 09 – March 15th

  It’s not a rabbit. I think it just wears that shape like a person wears a raincoat.

  Today it whispered:

  “Your mind tastes like batteries.”

  Then it offered me a crayon and said:

  “Draw your exit.”

  I drew a door.

  It smiled.

  When I blinked, the door was gone.

  Entry 13 – March 19th

  I sleep with the lights on now. But the lightbulbs flicker in morse code.

  I translated it.

  It spelled: “YOU’RE A GOOD RECEPTION.”

  I think he’s using me as an antenna.

  Entry 17 – March 21st

  He taught me a rhyme last night:

  Flop-flop goes the cable tail,

  Fur of wires, ears of hail.

  First you dream, then you cry,

  Third you’re screaming, wondering why.

  Fourth you’re gone. Fifth’s a lie.

  Sixth is when you learn to die.

  There was a seventh line, but I blacked out. My walls were covered in scribbles when I woke up.

  They weren’t mine.

  Entry 20 – March 22nd

  I haven’t written in two days.

  Not because I forgot.

  Because he wrote instead.

  Pages 18 and 19 are in a language I don’t understand. The ink hums.

  I touched one of the glyphs and had a vision of a TV-headed child eating a mirror.

  I’ve been twitching since.

  Entry 24 – March 25th

  I am being overwritten.

  He’s syncing with my dreamstate. Using it to manifest.

  I think I’m turning into part of the dream.

  My reflection is glitching. My voice echoes wrong.

  People at the store looked through me like I was just noise.

  Entry 26 – March 26th

  I don’t sleep anymore. I don’t need to.

  I just close my eyes and I’m back there—

  in the static daycare

  under the flickering sun

  and the rabbit

  the rabbit

  the rabbit

  the—

  Entry 27 – ???

  —H0pHopHop, dr1nk the s0und,

  L1sten cl0se, I’m h0meward b0und.

  Flesh is static, b0nes are sh0w,

  Let me 1n. Let me g0.

  – Astraea sees you. –

  – The script is not your own. –

  – WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE—

  Last Entry – [Unnumbered]

  There’s no writing. Just a childlike sketch of the rabbit figure holding hands with the author… both standing in front of an old CRT screen.

  On the screen is a single word:

  RECORDING.