So is the Bunnyman a cryptid or not?
Personally, I don’t consider it to be a legit cryptid for a lot of reasons.
The biggest one is that even according to the legends….it is a dude in a suit that escaped a mental hospital. So its a person, not a critter. We know people are around, so not a cryptid. So we can put that question to rest.
On the other hand, what if it really was a man rabbit? Rabbit man? Bunnyman?
You know, like from a nuclear experiment or medical experiment or even just a cruel evolutionary joke. In my mind, that is one of the most horrific possibilities out there.
Think about it. Rabbits are not nice. When they fight, they literally tear each others testicles off. The reason is that the only thing they care about is breeding rights. Oh yeah, on top of being mean, they are always horny. So here you are with a man sized rabbit, walking around on two legs wanting to screw everything, and willing to cut your nuts off.
Then of course the artist puts a big ass kitchen knife in his hand.
Personally I think that is scarier than most existing cryptids, and maybe even scarier than most cryptids or other creepy pasta.
At any rate, thats the monster I made. If you are interested in the art, check out my page at StepBastard . If you would like to download the STL to print your own model to paint…
Download your Bunnyman STL file here
If you would like to order a 3d printed model of “The Rabbit”, (available with supports attached, as a clean 3d print, or as a hand painted model ready to display), you can follow this link.
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If you would just like to know more about the legend of the Bunnyman, how about reading it as a short story told around a camp fire?
The Bunnyman
Gather around, everyone, and listen closely. Tonight, I’ll tell you the chilling tale of the Bunnyman. This is no ordinary Halloween story, so brace yourselves for a journey into the eerie woods of Virginia, where this legend was born.
It all began many years ago in Fairfax County, where there stood an old, decrepit asylum. In the early 1900s, the county decided to close it down and move the patients to a new facility. The transfer went smoothly—except for one dark night. During the final transport, one of the buses carrying the patients swerved off the road and crashed deep in the woods.
The guards managed to round up most of the inmates, but two of them escaped into the darkness. Days turned into weeks, and search parties combed the forest, only to find a gruesome trail. They stumbled upon the carcasses of rabbits, brutally mutilated, their skins hanging from the trees like grotesque decorations. The searchers whispered of a madman who lived off the land, devouring rabbits and leaving their remains as warnings.
As the tale goes, they eventually found the body of one escapee hanging under a bridge, known thereafter as the “Bunnyman Bridge.” The other inmate, Douglas J. Grifon, was never found. Local legends say Grifon went insane and continued his gruesome rituals, targeting not just animals but anyone who dared enter his domain.
Years passed, and the stories of the Bunnyman became local folklore, but sightings still persisted. On a crisp Halloween night, two teenagers dared each other to visit the infamous bridge. They laughed off the tales, believing them to be nothing but old wives’ tales. As they approached the bridge, the air grew colder, and an eerie silence enveloped them. Suddenly, a faint rustling came from the bushes. Their laughter ceased as a figure emerged, cloaked in shadows, wielding a blood-stained axe. The moonlight caught his face—his eyes were wild, and his mouth twisted into a snarl.
The Bunnyman charged, swinging his axe with a chilling howl. The teens ran, their screams echoing through the night. They barely escaped, but the terror of that night stayed with them forever. To this day, people avoid the bridge after dark, especially on Halloween.
So, if you ever find yourself near Fairfax County, and you come across an old bridge adorned with the eerie remains of rabbits, remember the tale of the Bunnyman. Beware his presence, for he lurks in the shadows, waiting for his next victim. And never, ever venture there alone after dark, lest you become another chapter in the gruesome legend of the Bunnyman.
