I walked out to the front door, having heard the doorbell ring. I then opened a front door to find a very special surprise for me waiting on the doorstep: a rabbit's ear. Apparently having been severed from a rabbit's head, the ear was brown and quite long-ish in length. It was of average width and very peculiar. Very peculiar indeed.

"Ha!" I scoffed, somewhat nervously. "A rabbit's ear? What next, someone will send the bloody head! Why, if I see that, I'll scream so hard my own head will come off!" Giving a small forced chuckle, I shut the door, no idea of the horror that would await me the very next day at the very same door on the very same doorstep.

The next day, I stared, shocked, at the doorstep. A bloody head. A bloody rabbit's head laid there. And not only that, but it was brown. The same shade. It's right ear was missing. The width of the face predictable from the width of the severed ear I had gotten earlier. Then I dug the ear out from the trash and compared it to the head. It fitted perfectly on the stump that used to be the rabbit's right ear. Then, I couldn't help it.

I screamed. I screamed as loud as humanly possible, maybe even more louder. My windows broke. Literally. I thought that would only happen in stories. And then...

My head fell off.

My head. It fell off. From screaming. All I could see was the rabbit's head now, from my eyes's positions near the ground. So I directed my body to grab my head and try to screw it back on. I mean, this isn't the first time I've experienced heads falling down. It's just... It's just never happened to me before. But I've screwed a head back on once or twice. I know how to do it, even though I'm no doctor. So it was to my great shock that my head wouldn't fit back on.

I've heard of this. It's a case where your head doesn't want to go back on your body. So all you have to do is find a replacement. Unfortunately for me, the only replacement around was the rabbit's head. I mean, I couldn't just go into town headless. The townspeople... All they'll do is pity me. "That poor guy," they'll say. "His head fell off and didn't want to go back on. Furthermore, he has no one to shop for heads for him."

But I don't want to be pitied. It may be true that I have no family nor friends to help me out here. So I'm going to do it. I'll put on the rabbit's head.

It fit like a charm. Unfortunately for me, it never fell off. So I spent the rest of my life scaring humans and rabbits alike. I never fit in anywhere. Anywhere. Well, until I died of course. Then everybody fits in.

Oh yes. You must have figured this out by now. I'm a ghost. The Ghost of the Rabbit-Man, they call me. What? You've never heard of me? Am I really not that famous? I'm a freaking person with a rabbit head, for crying out loud! How have you not have heard of me?

Oh well. I just wanted to pop over and tell you my story. Goodbye.

–The Rabbit-Man

(A/N: An original story! ヾ（＾ヮ＾)ﾉ)