My daughter met the Easter Bunny, or so she thinks

Last night my wife and I let my daughter, Lily, stay up a little later than normal, I guess you could say, so that she could go to an Easter egg hunt at a local children's museum. It was a pretty normal event, eggs were hidden all over the place in the museum, and children were all scrambling to find the hidden eggs. What really got my attention was at the end of the Easter egg hunt, when everyone lined up to meet the Easter bunny, that is everyone except Lily. She was no where to be found, and when I asked the other children if they had seen her, they hadn't. I asked the employees at the museum and they said they saw her go into one of the exhibits, but it was closed because they were getting everything ready for the Easter event. <br><br>My wife was very worried, I, on the other hand wasn't that concerned, assuming she just wondered off because she was bored. That was until I found a piece of paper in one of the exhibits that was closed with Lily's handwriting on it. The note that was scribbled on the paper said "I'm in the burrow with Mr. Easter Bunny." It didn't take long for us to figure out she had went into one of the closed exhibits that mimicked the Easter bunny's burrow. There was a little tunnel that mimicked a rabbit hole, and once you got through it, there was a large room with stuffed rabbits, eggs, and a little table with two chairs that were painted to look like Easter eggs. But it was closed because they were using the room for extra storage.<br><br>Once I made it through the tunnel into the room I couldn't see at first because the lights were out. "Lily," I shouted, hoping she would answer. Nothing. Then I heard a voice I didn't recognize, "Hello," it said. The voice sounded like a man but the way he said "hello" sounded very strange, almost as if this man hadn't interacted with a human in a long time. "Yeah, I'm looking for my daughter," I said. Still nothing. It was quiet for what seemed like forever until I finally heard something, it sounded like a switch had been flipped and I saw light. I don't know how to describe it, but the man in front of me was the Easter bunny. He was a large man, wearing a bunny costume, or at least I thought it was a costume. <br><br>I don't know what it was, but something about the man just didn't sit right with me. He was wearing a bunny costume with a large smile stitched on the front of it, but when he smiled at me it just didn't seem right. I'm not sure, but I think it might have been his eyes, they just seemed cold. "How can I help you," he asked. His voice sent chills down my spine, but again I asked if he had seen my daughter. "Yes she's over there," he said, as he pointed to the table where the egg chairs were located. I couldn't see her because the table was behind a stack of boxes, but sure enough there she was. <br><br>She looked like she was dead. She was just sitting there, staring with a blank expression on her face, and her eyes were black as coal. I scooped her up in my arms and said "thanks." I didn't know what else to say and to be honest, I wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. I could feel the Easter Bunny's cold stare as I left the room. When I got back out into the museum, my wife was frantic, asking a million questions and wanting to know what happened. I told her exactly what I saw, leaving out the part about her eyes, that is something a mother should never have to see.<br><br>Once the Easter egg hunt was over, we got in the car to head home. I still had not mentioned anything about her eyes, and my wife was more worried than ever. That is until Lily started talking. I don't know how to describe it, but it just didn't seem right. Every time we asked her a question, she would answer with exactly the same words, without changing anything. Almost as if she had been programmed to say the exact same thing every time the question was asked. "Did you have fun at the Easter egg hunt," my wife asked. "Yes, I had fun at the Easter egg hunt," Lily replied. "How was the Easter bunny," I asked. "The Easter Bunny was nice," she replied. <br><br>I still don't know what happened at that museum, but it changed Lily. She's just not the same little girl she use to be, I'm not even sure I would call her a little girl. Every time we talk to her all we get are these answers that just seem too robotic. Last night my wife was looking at a picture from last year's Easter, when Lily was 3. In that picture Lily was sitting on the Easter bunny's lap, just like every other kid at the Easter event. But when my wife looked at Lily now, all she could see was the blackness in her eyes.