This is the story of Mr . Fuzzy . Mr . Fuzzy was my favorite childhood toy , A stuffed half - foot high rabbit ; who sat in a magicians top hat . When pulled from the hat ; a small string which connected him to the base of the inside of the hat would tighten , and cause him to play a bell - chime version of ' Pop goes the Weasel ' . I was only seven when I got him as a gift from my uncle . I was very into magic and magicians as a child , and my uncle knew this , which is why He became my favorite toy . That was until my eighth birthday . It was a day before my birthday that my uncle was admitted into the hospital , and tragically passed away . Apparently he had a brain aneurism , and it was inoperable , leading to his death . My mother , his sister , was completely distraught . And being a single mother , she completely forgot about my birthday , in the face of such a tragic event . That night after we returned from the hospital , was when the strange things began to happen . I woke up at exactly 12 : 01 and I still remember it to this day . There in the door way , in the fading moonlight , was my uncle . He wasn 't smiling , like his normal self , but instead gruesome scars ran down his face , which was covered in horrible boils , and where his eyes had been there were two black shining orbs . Blood dripped from his hands , and as his mouth moved a sickening sharp voice echoed in my mind , speaking in some strange language . I blacked out , then . The next morning when I woke up , I thought it had been a dream , a nightmare . So I went to school and was hopeful about my upcoming birthday . When I returned however , I found my mother slumped on the sofa , holding a bottle of whiskey in her hand . I dared not wake her , knowing from past experiences that it was a bad idea . After finishing my homework , I played around with my magic kit , and Mr . Fuzzy . I didn 't notice it at first , but then I could smell it . Inside of the hat beneath Mr . Fuzzy , there was a dead Rat ! I jumped , startled at first , but then I was curious . I slowly removed the rat and examined it . It 's eyes had been poked out , its tail halfway cut off , and the abdomen opened to reveal it 's innards . I was grossed out , but being a child , I was also intrigued . I continued to examine it for a little while , and after becoming bored with it , I discarded it into our nearest trash bin . The fact that a rat would not show up in such a strange place , looking as it had , did not occur to my 8 year old mind , so I washed up and went to bed . That night I was plagued by nightmares of people dying in horrific ways , and there was a song I recognized but couldn 't place , playing in the background . When I awoke in the morning , my mother had baked a cake for me , remembering my birthday was the day before . She swore that she would never forget again , and doted on me the rest of the day . Later that night though , I saw her return once again to the whiskey bottle she had the previous night . It went on somewhat normal for a few weeks after this , with my mother continuing in a downward spiral with alcohol . She was a recovering AA member , and had not been to a meeting in over a month . My uncle was the one who used to take her , and since he had passed , her will alone was not strong enough . Then I awoke one morning to someone screaming , it was my mother . I looked up and to the direction of the noise , and there on the floor was the crumpled body of a dead pigeon . The wings had been pulled from its body , the heart and lungs removed , and once again the eyes poked out . I gasped , and my mother quickly picked me up and we left . We didn 't return the whole day , but visited my aunt across town . Later when we returned she cleaned up the dead animal , which now had a putrid smell , and we later went to bed . I didn 't have any idea where the bird had come from , and I remembered then the rat I had found , and realized the similarities . The thought kept running through my head that night , until I finally had to climb out of bed to look . I slowly pulled the Mr . Fuzzy from the hat and looked inside . There in the bottom were three feathers , each stained with blood . Then as I moved away quickly , the string pulled , and I heard the song begin to play . And then I blacked out . I 'm not entirely sure what happened that night . I woke up several hours later , comfortable in my bed , but there was something off . I pulled down my blanket , and saw my bed , my hands , and my entire body was covered in bright red blood . I tried to wipe the blood from my hands , furiously scrubbing them on a clean part of my sheet . That was when I looked up , and saw it . The walls were smeared with blood , and here and there were bits of red fleshy things . Some were stuck to the walls as well . My heart was racing , and I was becoming frightened , as I stared across my room , I saw sitting perfectly fine on my shelf , Mr . Fuzzy . I remembered it was on the floor last night , or had it been , I couldn 't be sure ? I threw myself from my bed , and ran to my mother 's room , throwing open the door . I was not prepared for what I found . Lying sprawled across the bed was my mother , or what was left of her . Her abdomen had been cleaved open , and her entrails spewn about the room . Her eyes were burnt from her skull , I would later learn from the medical report , and her heart lungs and liver had been finely diced , and plastered to my walls and bedroom floor . I became immediately ill at the sight , and threw the door shut , before puking across the floor . As I looked down at my vomit I noticed small flecks of the same bits of red fleshy tissue lying in it . I 'd learn later , that these were pieces of my mother 's heart and lungs which I had apparently consumed somehow . I walked back to my room and looked over at Mr . Fuzzy . His pristine white fur spotless , except for a small red fleck by his paw . I walked over and lifting him carefully so as not to activate his musical tune , looked inside . There were now only two feathers at the bottom of the hat , the third now gone . It was lying at the bottom of my dead mothers stomach , though I 'd have to wait almost 13 years to find it out . The police showed up shortly after , and I was sent to speak to a psychiatrist . They spoke to me about a lot of different things , and concluded that I had become mentally unstable from seeing what I had , and should be institutionalized . I was immediately sent off to Millview Manor , a child 's psychiatric home . I spent the remainder of my childhood years there , even going through school there , until I was 18 . Then I was put up for evaluation , to see whether or not I could safely be thrust back into the world . It was deemed , however , that I was not and that I should spend another 3 years there . Hailing the nearest taxi , I gave them the address to the halfway house that I was to be staying at . I had also been provided a job , at a local school as a janitor . The woman I was staying with was a kindly old woman , named Harriet . When I arrived she greeted me kindly at the door , and showed me my room , and where to put my things . She already knew my story , and probably more than I had at that point , but had let me stay there even still . The next morning , after Harriet made breakfast for us , I went to my new janitorial job . It wasn 't as bad as I had thought it would be , and actually the kids there didn 't seem all that bad . Not like the Hollywood stereotype of food fights and cherry bombs in the toilet . In fact it was pretty great , for a guy who had just been released from a psychiatric home . The boss was great , the co - workers were nice , and the students didn 't bother me at all . The next few months were probably the best of my life really . I had a job I loved , and Harriet , who I had come to think of in a grandmotherly capacity . And recently I had started dating one of the teachers at the school , whose name was Chloe . Everything was going great . Then I started waking up in the middle of the night , sweating and frightened . But I didn 't know what of ? The psychiatrist I was seeing increased the dosage of my drugs , and said if it didn 't work to come back . I took the new meds , and for a while it seemed like it worked . But then it started up again . I didn 't bring this up to the psychiatrist , knowing that if I became deemed too dangerous or at risk , I could lose everything . So I dealt with it , the night sweats and nightmares . But soon it became more than this , there were horrible dreams , I couldn 't remember them , but I knew they were . And I would wake up trembling , and cold . Once I woke up screaming , and Harriet rushed into the room , thinking the worst . I begged her not to tell anyone , and thankfully she obliged . I wonder now if I could have saved her , had I not told her to keep it secret ? It happened not too long after that night , I remember waking up and looking at my clock , it was 12 : 01 am . I got out of bed and stumbled into the hallway , not sure exactly why I was . As I slowly moved along the hallway , I felt as if something were guiding me , leading me somewhere . Then darkness . Almost as if a moment later , like I had blinked , I was in the kitchen . There were knives on the counter , and I reached out and picked one up . Darkness again . Next I remember the hallway again , but it was different from before . The air was gone from the room , and it felt like my mind was swirling and my body was floating along a predestined path , and I couldn 't stop it . Then there was music , and I was inside a dark room , or was I asleep , I couldn 't tell ? I don 't remember anything more of that night , but I clearly remember the following morning . Somehow , I woke up at Chloes apartment . I was on a sofa , and there was a strange smell in the air . Eggs . I sat up quickly , and immediately felt dizzy . I looked around , and saw Chloe standing in the kitchen , cooking . I walked over , and not hearing me approach her , she yelled ; startled . I asked her how I had gotten there , to which she told me the story of how I had shown up on her doorstep , the previous night , apparently drunk . I apologized , and offered to leave straight away . Instead of swiftly throwing me out , she invited me to stay and have breakfast , during which we had a fantastic conversation , about puppies I believe . Afterwards she told me that I should take the day off , and rest easy there at her place . She would tell the principal and head janitor that she had seen I was violently ill , and required the day off . Before leaving she kissed me on the cheek and said goodbye . I sat down on the sofa and flicked on the television , flipping through the channels , watching bits here and pieces there . Until I came across the local news . I watched it at first curious about the headline story of a ' Cultist Murder ' . Then , intently when I saw the home that was the scene of the crime . It was Harriets house . Where I had been staying . My heart sank in an instant . I didn 't know what to think , as I sat there on the sofa . I had become very close to Harriet , as a friend , and almost like a family member . Then I thought maybe it had been me , but it couldn 't have been . Could it ? After all I had been at Chloes last night , that 's right , it couldn 't have been me . Finally pulling myself together , I went out and made my way to Harriets home . When I arrived the police were still there , and one immediately pulled me aside as I walked up . Apparently he knew who I was , because he started to read me my rights , and stuff me into the back of a police cruiser . When we arrived at the station I was put in a cubicle of a room , which smelled of smoke and coffee . The chair was hard , and I felt uneasy about the coming situation . After a short period of waiting , and so obviously being studied through one sided glass , a portly little police officer walked in . He sat at the opposite end of the table , and began to question me on things such as ' Demonicism ' , ' Satanism ' , and ' Cults ' . I had no idea what he was talking about , and every time I asked if Harriet had been murdered , he simply avoided the question . He continued to push me for answers , which I simply did not have , until finally a lawyer arrived , and told them that I wasn 't going to answer any more questions . Apparently he had been hired by Chloe , who had heard what happened . After I was released to go home , I was told I couldn 't return to Harriets house , an active crime scene . So Chloe offered that I could stay with her , with nowhere else to go I gratefully accepted . I couldn 't stop thinking about what had happened , all the rest of the night . I tossed and turned , and the dreams were of the worst possible kind , when I did pass out momentarily . Exhausted , I got up around 4 am , and went for a walk outside . I eventually found myself walking towards Harriets . I didn 't know what I was going to do there , but I had to see inside . The smell was horrible . It hit you like a subway train , right in the face . I coughed and gagged for air , before finally getting control of myself and looking around . The walls were indeed covered with blood , and some odd scratchy style of symbols , which meant nothing to me . I walked to the kitchen and the table was set , like Harriet had done , but the plates were filled with putrid flesh and what I can only say was a slushie of human pieces . The cups were overflowing onto the white tablecloth with coagulating blood , and various pieces of flesh and skin were strewn here and there . The scene was horrible , I wanted to run from the place immediately , not to mention the smell . And the flies , my god the flies were everywhere ! I pushed on however , to the bedroom that Harriet slept in . There on the bed was a massive bloodstain , with an imprint of a human body slightly identifiable . The walls were again covered in blood , and more of the scratchy symbols , and oddly though the room had less of an intensely gory scene to it , it smelled incredibly worse . I left the room quickly , before I could gag up some vomit they could use to prosecute me with . Before leaving , I went to my room . It looked almost untouched . My bed was even still made , fortifying my belief that I hadn 't done it . But something was off . I didn 't place it at first , but after I looked around a few minutes I saw it . A small white rabbit , sitting in a top hat . I felt as if it 's eyes were glaring at me , with the pale moonlight reflecting off of there small black orbs . I examined it for a moment , and noticed a small fleck of blood on its paw . Maybe the killer had left this , maybe this was how to prove my innocence ! I picked up the rabbit , and suddenly the hat fell away from the rabbit , and something began to play as a feather floated down onto the floor . I thought I recognized the song , but I shoved the rabbit back into the hat before contemplating it too long . I reached down and picked up the feather , I could tell it was a pigeon feather , living around them my whole life , but it had blood all over it . I assumed that it was Harriets , but it looked as if it had long since dried up ? I didn 't have time to think about it though , I heard sirens in the distance , and got spooked . I bolted from the house , with the rabbit and feather in tow , and made my way back to Chloes . It was daylight entirely too soon , and not having gotten any sleep , I was exhausted and my head pounding . I heard an alarm going off , what seemed miles away , and was suddenly jerked from my sleep ; as it 's intensity increased , seemingly screeching right next to my ear . But there was nothing , when I opened my eyes and glanced around . The TV was off , Chloes alarm wasn 't going off , and the cars outside were silent . I convinced myself that the screeching siren was just my exhausted mind playing tricks on me . I pulled myself out of bed at this time , and stared across the room . At the little white rabbit in the hat . I couldn 't help thinking of the children 's story " Alice in Wonderland " as I did , and wishing this had all been a dream and I would wake up soon . But my wishes were never to come true . I spoke briefly with Chloe that morning , who seemed a little distant since the day before . She left without saying anything , for work . I took the chance to examine the rabbit closer . It seemed completely harmless , played the tune " Pop goes the Weasel " when you pulled it from the hat , had the name " Mr . Fuzzy " written in scribbley child 's handwriting across the bottom of its black hat , and was altogether not that menacing . The blood on his paw and the bloodied pigeon feather inside his hat , were the only off things about it . I decided to look a little more into how I had come across this particular toy as a child . Keep in mind the entire memory of my childhood had been wiped almost clean , I had forgotten my mothers alcoholism , my uncle 's death , almost my entire life before Millview Manor . I 'll save you the tedious time waste of re - telling you my story , but I will inform you now of other details that are important , details I found out that day and the following : My uncle had indeed died of a brain aneurism , and the complications thereof . However there were suspicions in his death apparently . The files had all been sealed apparently , but from what I could tell murder by poison was not out of the question . He had grown up with my mother , and their father and mother , my grandparents . I had not known them , incidentally , as they had perished in a car accident while my mother was young . My uncle being older , took care of them and started a career in the family business . Magic . They lived at his home until I was 3 and she moved out again on her own . This is when she began Alcoholics Anonymous , and was for all intents and purposes clean . Nothing was very weird about this , except for one thing . Around the time I was turning seven years old , many of her outstanding bills were being paid off . This could have just been coincidence of course , but why all at once ? How could a single mother afford such a thing ? My grandparents were what seemed like good people , and wealthy as well . My grandfather was a great magician in his day , rivaling even Harry Houdini . Many in the magic circle called him " Devil Eye " because it was said he could captivate an audience , just by staring at them . I read about several of his amazing tricks , but learned little of the man . His parents were both poor farmers from Indiana . He left when he was 14 years old , and disappeared . Until seven years later when he showed up on the Magic scene , hot and new . My mothers case file was not easy to come by , but needless to say I got it . This is how I found out that My stomach contents contained . . . parts of her . And also that my walls in my room , and throughout the house had been plastered with the same odd writing - like symbols I had seen inside of Harriet 's home . This too is how I learned of the rabbit . He was apparently supposed to be in the evidence lockup , somewhere . But yet here he was . How had I come to have him once again , had my mothers murderer somehow re - obtained it , and this was all a huge twisted game ? I immediately wanted to know more about these symbols . So obviously I turned to the internet , which provided me with some clues . They were a very , very , very ancient style of writing . The language and characters had been used by several cults over the years , including demonic and satanic . This all seemed incredibly hokey to me . In fact none of what I learned really added up to me at this point . I didn 't believe in ghosts or goblins . And if anything my Mother and Harriet had probably been murdered by some psycho . But I still couldn 't shake the feeling , the feeling that there was more . It took about a month for my life to return to ' normal ' . I was able to move in with Chloe , and return to work . The police stopped harassing me . I was able to move on . My 21st birthday was coming up , and I was happy . My 21st birthday was on a cold September evening , a few weeks later . I planned on celebrating the same way every 21 year old does , getting drunk and passing out , probably at Chloes place . She knew a good bar downtown , and had made plans for the both of us . I was ecstatic , and had let the murders and the rabbit completely fade from my mind . I had no idea that night would change my life forever . We ended up going with a few of Chloes friends , and their husbands and boyfriends . I didn 't know any of them too well , and had only met a few of them before . At first I felt awkward , but after a while and a few drinks , I was loosened up . Someone brought up darts , and next thing I knew I was playing darts for the first time . Looking back I 'm not sure if I was really good , or just so drunk I thought I was good . It didn 't matter at the time , because I was more interested in the fleeting but intimate glances I would get from Chloe now and then . We ended up being the first ones to leave my party , and bid everyone a good night , before quickly heading to the car . I started to kiss Chloe passionately , but she insisted we drove home first . So I drove us home , not very safely considering it was my first time driving drunk . Chloe didn 't seem to mind however . This is the point at which my life changed . My world changed . I changed . I remember waking up at 12 : 01 am , looking around and not seeing Chloe . And having a splitting headache . I willed myself out of the bed , and looked around . It was really quiet , too quiet . Then I heard something . . . It was a soft jingle playing somewhere . It sounded far away , but yet so near ? I walked into the hall , and looked towards the living room . The moonlight spilled in from the large window , and I thought I could make out a small shape on the table through my blurry vision . As I made my way towards the living room , the music grew slowly louder . When I had finally made it to the table , and saw what was there , the music stopped suddenly . There was the rabbit , on the table , pulled from his hat . It was staring at me with its soulless black eyes , almost with what felt like hatred . My heart sank . I picked up the knife , and looking around cautiously , I crept my way back to the hallway . The only room I hadn 't been in was the spare room / office . And the Attic space . I slowly opened the door to the spare room , and entered it looking around . Everything looked normal , but it was much darker than it should have been . Even at night . Were the curtains drawn ? I could hardly see an inch into the room . I stepped slowly into the room , and felt something soft underfoot , squelch a little . I didn 't have a lighter , or a flashlight on me , but I pushed forward anyway . Something was willing me to go on , I felt like I was destined for this somehow . As I took a few cautious steps further into the room , it grew very cold all at once . Then the door slammed behind me . My heart nearly jumped from my throat , I swirled around , too quickly , and slid on the soft wetness underfoot . I fell back , hitting my head hard on something . And slowly I entered the dark black void of nothingness . It was dark here . Not like the dark when you can 't see anything , or the dark when you close your eyes . This darkness was not normal . It moved around you , it swallowed you up , and took you where it wanted to go . And while I was there a horrible noise almost like a voice , was screaming something far off in the distance . I was cold and wet , then hot like I was on fire . I smelled horrid things , like putrid rotten animal carcasses . At times I could feel things touching me , but they always moved before I could touch them . I had no perception of distance , time , or relative space . I simply existed here . I thought I could almost understand it now . It was saying something , something about me . Something about Chloe . But what ? I wanted to know . My fear pulled me away , but my curiosity wanted me to go back . Suddenly I was awake . It was dark , but it wasn 't the other darkness , it was the normal kind . My head roared with pain , and I noticed my eyes were now adjusted to the darkness that had filled this room before . The floor was still covered in an unknown soft and wet substance , so I steadied myself on a nearby desk and slowly stood . The door leading out was once again open . And I could see in the faint moonlight , bloody footprints leading out of the room . I knew what the wetness was now . The room was entirely covered in blood . Too much of it for any one person to have had in them . Even if they had , they would be dead . I didn 't want to go out of the room , knowing that whoever had done this was out there . But what choice did I have . As I made my to the door , I cut my toe on something sharp . Reaching down , I picked up the knife I had before . I walked into the hallway . As I looked down towards the living room , I was shocked . Standing there , in front of the window , was Chloe . Her silhouette outlined by the soft moonlight gleaming in . I made my way slowly toward her , wanting to see if she was okay , wanting to get the hell away . It walked , if it can be called that , into my view as I neared the end of the hallway . I would have screamed , but my throat failed me . My heart took a nosedive . My eyes could not be seeing this . It could not be real . I had to have gone completely insane . It is hard to describe with human words , what I saw , but I will try . It 's body was massive , covered in brown blood stained fur . Blood dripped from long slender black claws , that protruded from ravaged and scarred arms . Bits of fur were missing here and there all over . As it walked its feet made a scraping sound , this was from the fiendish claws that curved out of its enormous paw like feet . These were attached to almost impossible legs , at the top they were bulky and missing chunks of flesh . But as they got closer to the foot more and more flesh eroded away , until there was only a spindly bone with tendons running along it attached to its huge feet . But it was the creature 's head that inspired my reaction . It was almost like a giant rabbits head , with the fur stripped away revealing all its muscular tissue . Two bulging Black eyes , which had blood running from them , stared into my very soul , with burning hatred . Enormous teeth protruded from within its mouth , but they had grown in a tangled mess , pointing and jutting out from its flesh even . The air that scraped its way out of the creatures nostrils was steaming in the unnatural cold that had taken over the entire apartment . I could also make out two large pointed objects , which resembled crooked horns , protruding from the back of its skull . I stood at the end of the hallway , my back against the wall . I watched it get closer and closer . I could feel it 's breath caressing my skin , It smelled like rotten fish , and I vomited onto the floor unable to control it anymore . Then it stopped . It 's mouth opened , and a sickening noise that split my ears began to pour from somewhere within it . I grabbed my ears , but the noise wasn 't outside , it was inside my skull ! I scratched at my head trying to pull it from my brain . Then slowly , the noise became a voice . My voice . But not my thoughts . It said , over and over : " You or The Woman , the choice is yours . You have the knife . Now make the choice . Which of you will it be ? If no choice is made , then you both shall die " . After what felt like an eternity of this , I was released . As I looked up the creature was gone . Then a new thought played in my mind , " Will you be my vessel , and suffer for her , or will you allow her to suffer for you ? " . I didn 't understand . I didn 't want to , this thing had somehow invaded my mind ? ! What did it want from me , what did it mean the vessel ? What did it mean one of us had to die ? I took my chances , and hoped the creature truly was gone , and went up to Chloe . She was staring off out of the window . I screamed at her , shook her , even slapped her but she didn 't answer me . Her eyes remained ever fixed on the horizon . The voice in my head spoke again , " Go on , she won 't feel a thing . Not as she is now . Or are you too afraid ? Are you too weak for me ? " . " Take up the knife . . . " Looking back now , cutting the string that connected Mr . Fuzzy to the hat was not a very nice thing to do . Not to such a caring and compassionate entity . After he rid us of that harlett who stood in our way , I realized this . I know everything now , because he told me . Here inside my mind , where he lives now . He is me , and I am him . And we are Mr . Fuzzy .