Ryan's Loss

The Barn

"You're going to be so scared of this place, as usual." Shane scoffed at Ryan as they both approached an old and decaying barn. "Shut up Shane, it's just a barn... This is way easier than our other stops."
Ryan looked up at the big eyesore of a barn, the rotting wood smelling just as bad as it looked. A sweat droplet formed on his forehead.
"If you start hearing ghost cows mooing, I know you're messing with me dude. What's the point of this anyways?" Shane kicked some hay out of his way and went for the big barn doors. "Already? We are going in?" Ryan's voice shakey.
"And the point is, there's been sightings of mothman around here, and weird tracks in the dirt leading up to this barn." Ryan stepped forward, also moving hay with his boots.
"Then where are the tracks, Ryan? You mean the cow prints from the cows that lived here? Mothmans got some funny little hooves!" Shane began to push open the barn doors, both of them peering in simultaneously.
"Let's make a bet, if you get scared in here, you're getting a mothman tattoo with blushing cheeks." Shane joked, pulling out his flashlight while mocking Ryan's clear expression of fear. "Okay dude, it's a bet." Ryan said shakey but with pride.
"There's no way I'm scared of a barn." Shane shined his light on the pillars that held up the barn, looking as if they could collapse from a gust of wind. A small rustle came from behind one of the pillars, seemingly from a stack of hay. Shane aimed his flashlight on the hay and shushed Ryan.
"I think we've got em', we've caught mothman." Shane looked at Ryan's face to see his signature wide-eyed panic stare. "Shut up Shane......let's get closer.." Ryan urged Shane to get closer, another rustle came from the hay, Ryan now subtly hiding behind Shane but also approaching the hay with him. They both watched the hay carefully, Shane enjoying Ryan's sheer panic.
"Come here mothman, it's okay, come here boy, you can have our beer if you want...we have extras." Ryan talked to the pile of hay as if it were his dog. The hay shifted again but louder than the other times, and more erratically. Ryan leapt behind Shane and nearly tripped over a bucket. Out from the hay came a little brown bunny that nibbled on the hay and stared at Shane's big light. "I know a great tattoo artist back in LA.." Shane turned to Ryan, chuckling.
"Fuck."