It was a typical autumn day in the small Norwegian town of Rjukan, where the sun seemed to disappear behind the mountains for most of the year. Jonas, a man of simple pleasures and peculiar habits, lived alone in a small wooden cabin at the edge of the town. He spent his days reading obscure books and taking long walks through the forest, enjoying the solitude and the company of his own thoughts.

One chilly afternoon, as Jonas wandered through the woods, he stumbled upon a peculiar sight. There, nestled among the fallen leaves, was a small, white rabbit. It seemed out of place in the dense forest, and Jonas couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of unease as he approached it. The rabbit’s eyes were wide and unblinking, as if it were frozen in fear.

«Hello, little one,» Jonas said softly, crouching down to get a better look. The rabbit twitched its nose but made no attempt to flee. It simply stared at him with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine.

Jonas couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something wrong with the rabbit. He decided to take it home, hoping to find out more about its strange behavior. As he carried the rabbit back to his cabin, he noticed that the forest seemed unusually silent. The birds had stopped singing, and the rustling of leaves had ceased. It was as if the entire forest was holding its breath.

Back at the cabin, Jonas placed the rabbit on his kitchen table and examined it more closely. It appeared healthy, but its eyes remained fixed on him, unblinking and unnerving. He decided to keep it for the night, hoping that it would calm down by morning.

That night, as Jonas lay in bed, he couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. The cabin, usually a place of comfort and solitude, now felt suffocating and oppressive. He tossed and turned, his thoughts consumed by the rabbit’s eerie gaze.

In the early hours of the morning, Jonas was jolted awake by a loud thud. He sat up, heart pounding, and listened intently. The sound had come from the kitchen. Gathering his courage, he grabbed a flashlight and made his way down the creaky stairs.

As he entered the kitchen, he was greeted by a chilling sight. The rabbit was no longer on the table. Instead, it sat in the middle of the floor, staring up at him with those same unblinking eyes. The room was filled with an unnatural stillness, and Jonas felt a growing sense of dread.

«What’s going on?» he whispered, his voice trembling. The rabbit’s gaze seemed to bore into his soul, and he could almost hear a faint whisper in the back of his mind.

«Leave,» the whisper said. «Leave this place.»

Jonas tried to shake off the feeling, convincing himself that it was just his imagination. But the rabbit’s eyes seemed to grow more intense, and the whisper grew louder. He backed away, his breath quickening, and stumbled out of the kitchen.

He spent the rest of the night huddled in his bed, unable to sleep. The rabbit’s warning echoed in his mind, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that something terrible was about to happen. As dawn broke, he made up his mind. He would leave the cabin and never return.

With the first light of day, Jonas packed a small bag and left the cabin, not daring to look back. He walked through the forest, the sense of unease lingering with every step. As he reached the edge of the woods, he turned to take one last look at his home.

To his horror, he saw the rabbit sitting on the path behind him, its eyes still fixed on him. The whisper grew louder, more insistent. «Leave,» it repeated. «Leave and never return.»

Jonas didn’t need any more convincing. He turned and fled, his heart pounding in his chest. He never returned to the cabin, and the townspeople whispered of the man who had been driven mad by a mysterious rabbit.

The cabin stood empty for years, a dark and forgotten place at the edge of the forest. And on quiet nights, when the wind howled through the trees, some claimed they could still hear the faint whisper of the rabbit, warning them to stay away.