What is reality? What is our mind? What are our senses? Is what we perceive through them indeed real, or is it just fragments that our mind makes up to give us the illusion of being? Questions. Those are just simple Questions. But if we ponder too long on them it can drive us to the edge.
My name is Mark Georgson. I am twenty-three years old. Those questions were part of my daily life since I was little. Well not since I was little, but at a certain point in my life I began to question the world around me. Maybe it was the death of my grandmother when I was only eleven years old. To young to fully comprehend what was going on, but too old already to fall for the typical "Your granny went on a long vacation and won't come back any time soon." that parents used to tell young kids. I knew something was up and after a while I caught on to what was going on. Death. What is death? And all these other thoughts that came with it. Sure I got over it in time, like every other kid, but something stuck to me. A certain curiosity about… well everything. But I am getting to far away from what I really wanted to say. The story that happened to me my dear reader. I am not sure if any of it is real at all, or for a fact if anything is real at all. It is all just too strange. And for a fact I know, that I am the only one this is happening too. But enough of this! Let me start my story so you can decide for yourself.
It all began on an ordinary afternoon. I was out for a quick jog through the woods near my apartment building. The weather was nice that day and I didn't want to spend the whole day doing absolutely nothing. Putting some nice and relaxing music on my Ipod I set out for the woods. I always enjoyed going on walks or running. It was a way for me to put all of my thoughts and ideas in order. I never was the type of person who would sit down and use a notebook for this, I needed keep my body busy. That day I was just thinking about the following weeks of university, what courses to take and how to plan my exams according to work. It wasn't anything urgent, but doing nothing at all just didn't sit right with me. I had to keep myself busy at all times. Or at least do something.
At one point when I was rather in the open, I noticed something though. There was a wide grass area between the woods and the track I ran on. And there I saw something strange. It was a man. He was wearing some sort of old pants, his upper body was naked and he held a sort of big stick in his hand. But that wasn't the thing that was strange about it. It was the head of the man, if you can even call it that. His neck ended what was the head of a bunny. A perfectly normal head of a rabbit. I stopped running and slowed down to walk to watch the sight in front of me, thinking the person was simply wearing some sort of mask. But everything was to real, to natural to be some sort of costume or anything. Hell I saw his nose move as he sniffed the air in my direction and saw his big rabbit ears move. Then it looked at me. I had stopped too by this point. I couldn't do anything, but simply looking at the hilariously disturbing sight in front of me. It was so strange that I even started laughing a little. I felt shivers running down my spine. This was just abstruse. After a few seconds of looking at me, the figure simply turned around and walked back into the woods. Slowly as if nothing strange had happened. I could only stand there and watch. Watch the strangest and abstrusest thing I had ever seen, mouth wide open, doing nothing. Only after what must have been minutes I was able to move again. My brain was still busy processing what I just had seen. But at one point fear set in. I don't even know of what. I wasn't afraid that the thing would get me or anything. No. It was the fear of the thing itself. It's existence. And my state of mind for seeing something like that. First I walked slowly, but then I ran. I ran home into my apartment. A place that was mine. My perimeter. There was nothing strange here. Nothing that would defy reality. After a while of thinking about it, I just shook my head. It must have all been my imagination. I laughed out loud at myself for being a stupid idiot and getting fooled by my own imagination. What was wrong with me I thought. Getting freaked out by some stupid bullshit that apparently wasn't real. I set down in front of my computer and looked for something to watch. The thoughts of the strange rabbit man already pushed into the farthest corner of my mind.
I could still feel a shiver running down my spine, but I shrugged it off as simple bullshit. How wrong I was at this point…
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