"You know I've always wanted a bunny..." Chica says as she dries off her hair from her shower.

"Will Ryan let you get one?" I smirk.

"Ah, fuck Ryan," Chica dismissively waves her hand.

"That's your job!" I dash into the bathroom before Chica can punch me.

After we get cleaned up and dressed for the day, Chica begs me to take her to the pet store before we leave. Thankfully, the pet store has fluffy baby bunnies.

"Aww" Chica coos, "come look at these, Lannie!"

I pet a little gray and white bunny and Chica picks up a tiny brown one, "I want this one!"

She pays for the bunny and some rabbit food and I buy here a temporary cage to transport it home in.

"So what is her name?" I ask once we are in the car again.

"Ruby," Chica takes the bunny out of the cage and cuddles with it the whole way back.

I drop Chica and Ruby off at Ryan's house.

When i get home, something seems wrong somehow...

I open the front door and everything goes gray. I try to call out for Rhys but when I open my mouth, nothing comes out. The edges of my vision starts to darken.

Suddenly, a pair of large brown eyes appear before me. They look to be only up to my thighs, the size of a small child. A pair of dark purple eyes appear next, followed by red eyes then bright blue. A larger figure apparates behind the smaller ones. This one is at least 7 feet tall, with unnaturally long limbs, a thin neck, and a round head. It has no feet and hands with only three fingers.

"Help him," comes a voice from the brown eyes.

"Help him, please," chime in the other eyes. The tall figure stays silent.

"How can I help him?" I ask. My voice is small and weak, "Who is he? Is it Rhys?"

"Help him. Please help him," the eyes continue to say. They begin to talk over each other in a jumble of tiny voices that slowly grow louder and more urgent.

"HOW? HOW CAN I HELP?" I cover my ears and scream.

I feel something stir in my stomach. I look down to see my baby bump impossibly large. I look ready to give birth.

"Happy birthday," the tall ghost whispers. He takes a deep breath and exhales like he is blowing out a candle. All the ghosts flicker and vanish.

"Pretty please with sprinkles on top," is the last thing I hear from the brown eyed ghost.

I drop my hands, dumbfounded. It all makes sense now, the strange dream with the shadow child, the subliminal messages, the obsession with cake...

I run to the kitchen. My child moves again inside me. I wince and whisper, "It's OK, mommy's here." I vomit blood onto the floor. A brown paper bag sits on the counter top, the bag of things Rhys bought the other day. I dig into the bag and find everything I need to bake a cake. I get to work.

I throw everything into a large mixing bowl and pre heat the oven. I grab my electric whisk. The baby kicks my ribs and I cough blood into the bowl. The cake batter is instantly ready to be put in the oven.

I put the batter in the oven and turn back to the counter. All the supplies I need to make the frosting are already set out before me. I get them ready.

A loud screaming comes from behind me. The cake is done. I cover it in frosting and remember what the brown eyed ghost said about sprinkles. A small bottle of balloon shaped sprinkles appears in my right hand. I dump them over the cake and stick 8 candles in the top.

I grab a lighter and light the candles. I exit the kitchen. I notice a trail of black blood on the floor and follow it. When I reach the stairs, I vomit again.

The severed heads of all my friends line the stairs on both sides. Their blood is the same colors as our wedding colors.

I stumble up the stairs to mine and Rhys's room. A black swirling vortex surrounds the door. It tugs at my hair and clothes. The baby squirms again.

I rub my swollen abdomen. I reach out to grab the door handle and it feels frozen, then burning. I grit my teeth and twist the doorknob.

Inside, our room is too big to be real. It's also empty except for the center. Rhys floats above the master bed. He is surrounded by black floating trendils that resemble ribbons. The wind switched as soon as I walked in the door and is now trying to push me back out.

I lift my arm in front of my face and shift the weight of the cake to my other arm. I puke again on to the floor as the baby kicks my bladder.

I finally reach the foot of the bed. The faint outline of a child with glowing golden eyes is embossed over Rhys.

"I'm here to help!" I call out, "I brought your cake!"

Rhys's eyes open, but they aren't his. They shine like pure gold. The trendils scatter and crash down into the floor. Ten white broken hands then shoot up from the ground and circle Rhys.

They rip up the bed beneath him and then seemingly turn and stare at me.

I hold up the birthday cake. Tears stream down my face but I force myself to smile.

"Happy birthday," I whisper.

Rhys stares at me... Then one if the hands slashes at my stomach.