What you're about to see may be dangerous, illegal, unethical,
petty, misguided, immoral, and most definitely stupid.
But it's also all true.
Sort of.
It was years ago when this happened.
I was always taught to respect cemeteries.
I didn't think we were messing with dark forces or anything.
I was doing a pretty basic goth photo shoot.
It was emotional. It was dark.
Beautiful, baby. Darker. Darker, yeah.
At one point,
I stood in front of this very tall, very old concrete cross.
I don't know if it got bumped, but it started falling forward.
Oh, fuck!
I'm basically paralyzed,
and I realize, "Shit, I am two and a half hours from home."
Now I'm gonna drive to Jacksonville, but I can't feel my legs.
But we're gonna make it happen.
Hi! Come on in.
Hi, I'm Bunnie.
I'm a born and raised Floridian, and I am what is called a Disney adult.
We're really just people who can connect with our inner child
and really enjoy the magic that is Disney.
But I also do things like modeling, fire spinning.
I've hung from hooks in my skin. And then doing a lot of fetish videos.
Whenever anybody hears the word "fetish" or "BDSM" or anything like that,
they think of sex. And that's not what it's about at all.
When I met Bunnie, she was a dominatrix.
My name is Livi. I am a yogi here in Orlando, Florida.
The way that I met Bunnie,
I had just been introduced to this particular local dungeon
to teach naked yoga.
She's walking in, one of the gentlemen there said to me,
"In order for you to say hi to Bunnie, you need to motorboat her."
So I said, "Okay."
He grabbed my head and put me right in between her boobs
and motorboat my head, and then that's how I met Bunnie.
You'd never guess it, but I grew up in a very strict Christian home.
Amen.
I didn't have any friends outside the church.
It felt like no one understood me.
No one understands me.
So I would go online.
It was the only way to meet new people.
You basically met people online,
but you didn't tell anybody you met anybody online.
Bunnie, are you meeting anybody online?
No, Mom, I'm not meeting anybody online.
Nice to meet you. I'm Bunnie.
So, it was around 2010 that I met this guy, Lester.
He said things that really spoke to me.
I only smile when I'm bleeding.
And he had such interesting things to say.
We talked online and stuff.
We built a friendship, or what I thought was a friendship.
-Your darkness is so beautiful. -My favorite color is despair.
Gravity is the world trying to hold us back.
-Reality is too literal for me. -Let's put the "art" in "heartbreak."
-The only thing I trust is decay. -Every day is an apocalypse.
Every time I blink, a moment dies.
At the time, I lived in Jacksonville, and he lived in Orlando.
And that's when he asked me to come down and visit him.
Abandon your life there. Leave Jacksonville.
Come to a real city, to Orlando.
I don't know.
It's your destiny. You were meant to be...
worshiped.
That's true.
Okay.
So I came down to Orlando.
Fuck you, Jacksonville!
Hi.
I finally met Lester in person. He was a model as well.
Very feminine looking, very androgynous.
-Hey. -Hi.
And he also lived with his dad.
I remember his dad was like an official Sith Lord preacher.
It's a cute place. Just you two?
-There can be only two. -Master.
Like, Sith is actually a religion in Florida,
and he actually was one.
But I kind of go with the flow.
And I like to see where life takes me.
Welcome to my studio.
Beautiful.
It felt nice to have this friend
that I thought was somebody who understood me.
I understand you.
Lester felt like he was a kindred spirit
because they were so different looking themselves.
-You're so different. -Fuck normal.
-It still wasn't popular to be like this. -Fuck popular.
And I felt that it was really cool that he was just himself.
Fuck...
everyone else.
Fuck everyone else.
He helped me see myself in a new light.
It was cool to see, like, such beautiful work.
Oh, that's it. Yes. Yeah.
-Yes. -You could feel the emotion.
Suffer for me!
And it was a really good escape from my home world and everything.
He pushed me out of my comfort zone
towards new ideas, different beliefs, and it just...
made me so excited.
Later that night, we went to a hotel room in a Motel 6.
I don't remember what caused us to do this,
but we ended up sitting fully clothed, smoking weed in a bathtub full with water.
Lester wanted to roll another joint.
-We're out of wraps. -No, we aren't.
So he said we should use pages from the Bible.
Won't that, like, open a door to Satan?
Let him in.
It didn't really feel like we were working with dark forces or anything like that.
So, the next day,
Lester invited me down to do a photo shoot in a cemetery.
Lester was very serious about this photo shoot.
That's it. Give me dark, twisted.
He even had a weird Juggalo assistant helping.
Keep chanting, Hansel.
I said twisted. Come on.
Yeah, fuck yeah.
I was raised to have a respect for cemeteries.
First off, you know, we're not doing anything disrespectful.
Desecrate it! I said desecrate it! That's someone's grandma!
Being back here again feels really weird.
This definitely reminds me of the cross that fell,
but this is a replacement 'cause that one broke.
The one that fell on me was bigger than this.
I found out later it weighed over 700 pounds.
Lester had some photographers that he wanted us to work with.
Oh, fuck yeah.
It was really moody and beautiful.
That's it.
And I had my hand up, and I was leaning like this.
Fuck yeah, you're from hell, baby.
I'm not sure how it happened.
Fuck yeah. That's it. That's so fucked up. That's it.
The cross started tipping.
Holy shit!
It pinned me down.
My hands were right here as I went... went down, all the way back.
And then as I hit the ground, my hands went to the side.
Help.
They just stared at me and did nothing.
-It's so... -They called it...
...tragically beautiful!
..."tragically beautiful."
Help!
They just kept taking pictures.
Hansel, more fog, man! Come on!
There was this moment where it seemed like Lester was actually gonna help me.
He took my head in his hands and said...
Just chill.
And then...
Hey, does this look cool?
I couldn't believe it. Lester is just posing.
I'm getting my insides crushed, and he still thinks it's a photo shoot.
He's like this and like this.
I remember I was lying there, thinking, "Why did this happen to me?"
How did this happen to me?
We all wonder why bad things happen to us, and sometimes it is demonic.
There's a lot of different ways to open doors
to Satan and sort of his kingdom.
My name is Brian Holmes.
I'm the pastor and founder of MPowered Christian Ministries.
You can open a door through satanic rituals, blasphemy.
Definitely smoking pages of the Bible is either something led by demons,
or choosing to do that will then open the door to the enemy.
-Won't that, like, open a door to Satan? -Let him in.
I have three pieces of equipment here.
I'll just set these here.
My name is Larry Lawson.
I'm the director of the Florida Bureau of Paranormal Investigation
and the founder of Indian River Hauntings, LLC.
These are going to help me determine
if something demonic or paranormal was happening that day.
Is there anybody out there who'd like to talk with us tonight?
We mean you no harm. We're here out of the utmost respect.
I'm just gonna wait here now. You call out to me when you're ready.
Finally, I yelled at them.
And I said, "Get it off, get it off, get it off, get it off."
Get it off.
They all tried to lift the cross together.
And they could not. So...
I pushed it off of myself.
That whole adrenaline thing, you know,
"Grandmother lifting the car off a kid," is real.
I still to this day remember it just being so light
to just throw it off, and it just... landed.
That night, we went to the hospital.
So weird.
-Wow. -Wow?
I have never seen anyone crushed by a tombstone before.
That's a first.
The doctor literally touched my legs and said, "Can you feel that?"
-Can you feel that? -No.
This? That's fascinating.
It's just awful.
To be honest, I thought you weirdos were just making this up
to try and get drugs or something.
That's not the first time I've had doctors literally think I was a drug seeker.
What kind of drugs could she get? Oxy? Vicodin?
Okay. I can see where this is headed.
He said, "Oh, you're fine. You're just bruised."
-You're fine. Just bruised. -I can't feel my legs though.
It's normal. Bruises often lead to paralysis.
You guys should go out, hit the clubs or something.
Do whatever you want. Excuse me. Get out of here. Scat! Scat!
Hit the club?
And Lester said, "So, I'm leaving."
-So, I'm leaving. -What?
"Because I wanna dance."
Yeah, I gotta dance. Today's been rough.
You seem good. Yeah, you seem great, actually.
So, drive safe.
But I was like, "You know what? I just-- I have to go."
Come on, Bunnie. You got this.
It was about midnight, 01:00 in the morning.
I'm thinking it's about a two-and-a-half-hour drive home
from Orlando to Jacksonville, but I can't feel my legs.
But we're gonna make it happen.
It was kind of a struggle, but I made it into the car.
It was just kind of surreal.
You got it, girl.
Yes, I was basically paralyzed.
I could not feel anything from the waist down.
I could not move my legs without physically picking them up.
Honestly, I did a pretty good job.
Garbage day. Fuck!
Oops.
I mostly didn't hit anything.
Oops, oops, oops, oops.
This road is terrible.
It has one of the highest death rates, crashes, unexplainable things.
Sorry!
All I can say is I was very thankful that cruise control was a thing.
And it was the one thing that worked on my car.
Of course, I ran out of gas. I pulled into the gas station...
dragged myself out.
It was a struggle, but I'm trained in tae kwon do,
and they train us to crawl and stuff with our arms.
So I was very well prepared to drag my body around.
Pump two. Actually, two of these.
Getting off of 95 to where my parents lived,
that was the most interesting part of navigating.
And you gotta go up the hill, and down the hill,
and around the curve, and around the other curve.
I'd hoped I could get home without waking my parents,
but that wasn't to be.
When they saw how hurt I was...
they called an ambulance.
By this time, my legs were very swollen, very yellow, very purple.
They did X-rays, CAT scans, blood tests, everything.
What is it?
And they came in and said, "She's broke."
-She's broke. -I knew it.
She may never walk again.
I may never walk again.
And I had to wonder,
was God punishing me for the things I was doing?
Is God punishing me?
It might have been that, and also God sort of allowing it to happen
in order to help her have her wake-up call.
Hello out there. I'm here listening.
These documentary people would like to know
if Bunnie was being punished by God.
We might be able to hear you through... this device
if you'd like to talk with us.
Doesn't sound like there's a lot out there tonight.
With the facts that are at hand right now, I don't think it was anything paranormal.
I don't think it was God punishing anybody.
I think it was just a terrible accident
where somebody got hurt doing something they loved.
The doctor said, "It's just a blessing your breasts are so large."
It's just a blessing that your breasts are so large.
Thank you.
The message I received was that her life was saved
because of her voluptuous chest.
You wanna keep this? No? Okay.
What's crazy is I never had any official therapy or anything.
I taught myself how to walk again. And it pretty much worked.
The only problem is sometimes, randomly, you'll see me go to the side
because my hip will just... for one second.
I mean, she's changed,
but I still see her as the gothic-style, fluffy Bunnie,
you know, the badass to me. That's how I see her.
Real power lies in not only finding yourself
but accepting the person who you find.