The forgotten toy, a tiny bunny, lies dormant in a dark, dusty corner of the attic. As the moon casts its eerie glow through the window, the bunny suddenly springs to life, its tiny body trembling as it begins to count. It hops once, twice, three times, each hop echoing in the stillness like a macabre metronome. The attic door creaks open, revealing a young girl, her eyes wide with curiosity and fear. The bunny hops faster, its count growing louder, more insistent. The girl takes a step forward, her heart pounding in her chest. The bunny hops again, and again, and again, until the girl can't take it anymore. She turns and flees, the bunny's chilling count echoing in her mind as she runs.