Short horror stories: Urban Legend edition

Bunny Man

(Trigger warning! This short urban legend may involve settings that some may find upsetting such as death and death to animals. Remember, this is only an urban legend. Enjoy the spooks.)

Lawson drove while my friend and I, Dalton sat in the back seat of the Jeep surrounded by nothing but woods. Every so often a vehicle would drive past, but not without the driver glaring at us as if they were trying to figure out who these new people in town were. We weren't new to town though; we have lived near this town for several years but we've heard many mysterious things happening in this town which finally brought us into the town. We couldn't help our burning curiosity any longer.
"Can you tell us the story again?" I asked Lawson while he drove down the road.
"Yeah and," He added on, "What exactly are we looking for?"
"The incident happened in the 70's. There's two different versions. Both of the incidents involved the bunny man yelling at trespassers and threatening with an axe he always carried around." Lawson said.
"Does anyone know his identity, I mean his real identity?" Dalton questions.
"One of the encounters said that it was a young man around his mid-twenties. They says he was about 5'8" and around 170 pounds. Some say he had short dark hair, but nobody really knows. Not with that creepy bunny suit on." Lawson replies.
Dalton leaned into me, whispering so that Lawson couldn't hear. "I don't think he's telling us the full truth about the bunny man." I looked over to Lawson who kept his eyes on the road, ignoring my gaze.
"Are there any other theories on the bunny man, Lawson?" I asked him. He fidgeted his hands around the steering wheel before he let out a light laugh.
"Well, there might be one more that I know of." He admitted before scratching at the back of his neck.
"I knew it." Dalton says.
"Well then, what is it?" I asked him.
"Uhm... I'll tell you guys when we get to our location for the night. I wouldn't wanna ruin the surprise." He says with a breathy chuckle. Why was he so nervous? Did he believe in the bunny man? Or was it just that morbid of a backstory? Either one of those options made me more nervous.

We pulled onto the shoulder of the road where tons of gravel was bunched together by the woods. A white bridge sat before us, although it did not appear as white as it once may have been. Yellow stains dripped down the white paint along with some questionable red stains too. The sunset was darker on this side of town, and soon enough, we were in the pitch black of the night.
"This is the bridge?" Dalton asks, rubbing his eyes.
"The one and only, The Bunny Man bridge." Lawson replied before the three of us got out of the vehicle to gather our cameras and what have you. After slinging my camera around my neck, we walked closer to the bridge.
"So, that story?" I asked Lawson who walked up beside me.
"Dating back to 1904, there was an asylum that stood nearby this bridge. The Clifton residents didn't like the idea of mental patients being near their new homes so the state shut it down, transferring all the patients by bus. On the way, the bus swerved and crashed. The police were able to locate every patient except one," Lawson tells the story.
"The bunny man." Dalton says as his lips grin with excitement.
"Well, his name was Douglas Griffon. After that he disappeared, and for weeks they found deceased rabbits everywhere here. They says he was eating them, only living off them."
"How disturbing." I commented as I snapped some pictures of the bridge.
"One Halloween night, a group of teenagers came here to hang out. Reports say they saw a flash of an orb, and just like that," He snapped his fingers, "They were strung here; It's an awful story." Lawson concluded the morbid story.
Dalton, and I turned to Lawson with widened eyes, "Are you serious?!" I yelled at him before nudging him back with my hand.
"You brought us here on Halloween; that's why you didn't wanna tell us the story! You tricked us!" Dalton scolded Lawson now.
"Guys, calm down! That story probably isn't even true! They never even found the teenagers." Lawson reassured us.
"But the bunnies.." Dalton says quietly.
Lawson rolled his eyes, "Okay, yeah maybe, but there's other wildlife here that eat rabbits too."
I nodded my head back to the woods where I spotted an old white house that had turned a cream color from age, "Is that where he lives?"
Lawson glances back behind him, "Apparently so." As I start making my way past Dalton and Lawson, I hear them whispering for me to come back.
"Vernon! What in the hell are you doing?" Lawson whispered to me.
"You brought us here, I'm just having fun." I snapped at him before continuing to walk towards the house. As I got closer, the mold around the home was more apparent to me. Before even entering I smelled an awful stench of what smelled like roadkill. I noticed that all around the home was dead grass and wilted flowers. I opened the door and it creaked throughout the empty house.
"Bunny man?" I called out, but nothing happened in return. I walked around inside. With each step I took, the dead wood creaked louder. Making my way to the back door, the sound of music stopped me dead in my tracks. Slowly, I glanced back and heard a crackling record playing from the living room.
"Bunny bunny bunny, you're so funny with your twitching nose." It sang in a cheery voice. Carefully, I walked toward the living room and saw the record playing.
"Bunny bunny bunny, you're so funny from your head to your toes." It sang the lyrics. As I looked up from the vintage record player, and into the woods a man in a stained bunny suit stood by a tree before revealing an axe from behind his back. I couldn't help but laugh to myself silently as for the horrifying situation reminded me of my childhood book; The Rabbit, Fox, and Wolves. The rabbit tricked them and then ate them. My friends would soon become wolves, whereas I was the fox.