In the spring of 1532 in the kingdom of Hesse, near the modern town of Dieburg, there was a bright light like the rising of the sun at midnight. Several villagers, men and strong lads, went out to search the area. They found only a scorched area next to an ancient standing stone deep in the forest. Unknown to the others, little Lampert Sebald an unusually brave lad of 9, followed his father into the woods with the others. Later he would swear that he had seen a 6 foot tall off white rabbit hopping out the forest. The next morning the children of the village started finding hundreds of iridescent eggs all over town. These eggs were sweet and delicious when cooked. Three nights later there was another midnight sun. The priest compared it to mana from heaven and declared it an Easter miracle. All was well until one week later when the unfound eggs hatched, at first they looked like a strange blend of rabbit and toad. Cuddly, warm, and fuzzy. Only the children could see them, so when they grew to fist sized and started eating the chickens, cats, and small game. The adults thought of foxes, dismissing children’s notions of killer rabbits. When they grew to cat sized and started attacking in swarms killing the cows, horses, and adults in unseen clouds of disappearing hemispherical chunks of flesh and spurting blood the adults were terrified. Finally, the adults believed the children about their Easter Rabbits. After a couple deaths and many attacks Lambert Sebald led the children in finding and killing the “rabbits”.
After this incident the village started a tradition of training the children to find brightly colored eggs no matter how well hidden, and to warn the village if the Osterhase was ever seen again.
In 1732 a villager and his son were night hunting in the forest outside of Dieburg.
While crossing the strange clearing with the standing stone, the clearing where nothing grows. A bright flash came for the stone and a hole in reality opened. The hunter’s son screamed and fired. There was an unearthly scream that tore the night in half. Next the boy was lifted from the ground wounds from unseen teeth erupting all over his body. The father in a panic shot the unseen thing. The boy dropped and huge hopping foot prints unlike any beast on Earth mashed the grass as it thundered back through the hole in reality. The boy was dead. His father carried him home to their stout white farm house. Laying the boy down, his mind shattered, told his wife what happened while loading both rifles. When finished he calmly shot his wife and himself. Sadly, their ghosts still haunt the house unable the escape what the hunter had seen.
