This is a storie that my dad told me that supposedly happened to my grandfather. It\'s not really that scary but it\'s mysterious. In Mexico my grandfather would always go hunting and take around thirty bullets in his pocket. I guess he was pretty good because he would kill five or six rabbits everytime he would go. One day he didn\'t go where he would usually would go, and started hunting. He started killing rabbits but this time so many started appearing. When he shot one he would go an get it but when he would pick it up a couple more would appear. This went on for along time. He was sort of like hipnotized, someone walked by and woke him up. He didn\'t know if he imagend it but he had no bullets left. He went to go talk to the I guess medicineman and explained what happened. The man told him that it was the guardian of the the rabbits tha was getting angry that he killed so many rabbits. If he would of stayed longer the guardian would of taken him away and punished him who knows how. My grandfather told his story to my dad because my dad was starting to hunting pretty often.