From a rabbet girl to a killer girl

In a quiet village nestled at the edge of a dark forest, there was a girl named Lily. With pale skin, hauntingly dark eyes, and a pair of prominent front teeth that had earned her the cruel nickname “Bunny,” she was the target of constant bullying at school. The children would laugh at her, call her names, and make snide rabbit sounds when she passed. They’d pull her hair, throw stones, and leave cruel notes on her desk, each one another twist of the knife that sharpened her quiet fury.

Every night, Lily would retreat into the forest, her one place of peace. There, she would talk to the shadows, whispering her anger and her sorrow into the dark underbrush. One night, as her whispered words floated through the woods, she felt an eerie presence. Cold fingers seemed to crawl up her spine, and the shadows deepened around her, forming twisted shapes like the grinning faces of wolves. A voice echoed, deep and ancient.

“Do you wish for revenge, little rabbit?” it asked, low and chilling.

The shadows seemed to shimmer and dance as if alive, the air thick with a sinister energy. Lily felt a surge of power rise within her, a darkness waiting to be unleashed.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice laced with bitterness. “I want them to suffer.”

A long, haunting laugh filled the woods. “Then go, little rabbit,” the voice hissed. “And show them your teeth.”

The next day, she returned to school. She was quiet, withdrawn, her eyes darker than usual, and her teeth seemed sharper somehow, almost glinting in the light. The other children barely noticed the change in her, but as the day went on, strange things began to happen.

At recess, one of the boys who had thrown stones at her felt a tug at his leg. He looked down and saw nothing. But the moment he glanced up, his vision swam with a horrid flash of black. Later, they found him in the forest, his face twisted in terror, his mouth frozen mid-scream, his legs tangled in dark vines that seemed to pulse and tighten like living veins.

The next day, another bully, a girl who had led the chants, felt something pull at her hair as she walked alone to the bus stop. A cold voice whispered in her ear, “Little rabbit…” She screamed, but no one was around to hear. They found her the next morning, her hair matted and bloodied, her face contorted in horror as if she’d seen something beyond human comprehension.

One by one, the children disappeared. Some claimed to have heard whispers, others saw dark shapes darting in the corners of their vision. But each time, the end was the same—a frozen, screaming face, staring into a nightmare that only they could see. The village buzzed with fear, but Lily was nowhere to be found. It was as if she’d vanished into the shadows.

The remaining bullies grew desperate, haunted by nightmares of Lily’s teeth and eyes lurking in the darkness. They begged their parents to take them away, far from the cursed village. But no one could escape her reach. One by one, they were found in twisted, unnatural poses, each death more gruesome than the last.

One evening, the villagers searched the forest, hoping to find Lily and end the curse. They found her standing near an old, hollow tree. She looked different—her once-pale skin had turned ashen, her eyes void of anything human. Her teeth glinted, long and sharp, more beast than human.

She turned to face them, her lips curled into a chilling grin. The shadows seemed to throb around her as if alive, moving to her silent command. The villagers stood, paralyzed with terror, as her voice floated through the night.

“Now,” she whispered, her words cold as death, “do you fear the little rabbit?”

In a flash, the shadows surged forward, swallowing the villagers. When the forest finally grew quiet, no one remained. Lily, the girl with the rabbit teeth, had taken her revenge, leaving only whispers in the dark, a name passed down in fearful, hushed voices.

They say, to this day, that if you wander too deep into the woods, you can still hear her laugh, and, if you’re very unlucky, you might just see a glint of sharp, white teeth in the shadows, waiting for another bully to cross her path.