Two days ago , I was chilling with my younger cousin . I’m 13 and hes 7 . For personal reasons , I’ll be using our first name initials . Call me Z and him Q .
So we’re lying on the bed , scrolling through Tiktok when all of a sudden I felt this presence . Like , that feeling you get when someone’s watching you and you KNOW it . I look around frantically yet I tried to keep my cool , as to not alarm my cousin . Spotting nothing , I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply . Deep breaths , Z .
” Oooohhhh ! Z look ! That Mr has a frog face ! “ Beamed Q excitedly . I looked towards my phone , but nothing was related to frogs or yet a frog face . Me , being as scared as I am retorted rather rudely . “ Q , stop talking nonsense or else we wont watch Tiktok anymore . “
Being a 7 year old that hated being told no , he kept on whining , and my fear grew .
” But Z ! Just look ! Hes by the curtain ! “ He pointed towards the left curtain . I could hear the wind softly brushing against the material , swaying it from side to side .
Giving in to his whining , and pushing myself to be confident , I looked at the curtain , but to my relief , saw nothing .
” Oh . Hes gone now . “ Q muttered in a sad tone . I brushed it off as an imaginary friend and carried on watching Tiktok .
However , Q wasnt one to have imaginary friends .
The next day I was plagued with the thoughts of this ‘ Mr FrogFace ‘ . Was he real ? Was Q hallucinating ? Was there a ghost in our house ? Was there a frog monster who happened to look like a gentleman ?
I couldnt bring myself to answer any of those , but a frog in a top hat is quite an interesting imagery .
I was snapped away from my overthinking by my mother . She asked what’s wrong and I explained to her in brief detail on what Q said . She laughed at me and said “ Dont go out of your way to make fun of your cousin , its pathetic “
Pathetic ? You’re calling my anxiety PATHETIC ? Pff , for a mother you’re pathetic .
Angry , I stormed off to my room , finding Q once again there , staring at the curtain .
” Q what are you doing ? “ I asked with unease , my body tensed as I looked at the boy . He turned around , a small smile on his face . “ I was just talking to Mr FrogFace ! “ He beamed with such innocence of a child , the sun baby from Teletubbies would be absolutely jealous .
” Q….Mr FrogFace isnt real . “ i said sternly , my anxiety once kicking in .
” Yes he is ! Close one of your eyes and you will see him !! “ He pouted and pointed towards the curtain .
Groaning with annoyance , I complied and guess what I saw ?
Nothing .
” Q , stop making things up “ I growled , getting fed up wih his nonsense .
” I’m not !! “ He turned around to look at the curtain once more , a soft ‘ oh ‘ emitting from his high pitched voice .
” Z , hes looking at you now ! “ Q looked at me again , hopeful for a more convinced reply .
In that moment , I saw a slimy black arm-like limb crawl out from underneath the curtain , grabbing Q’s foot and dragging him under said curtain .
I watched .
I watched as he screamed .
I watched as the tears streamed down his face .
I….couldnt move .
My body was as still as a rock . My anxiety was through the roof . My eyes were flooded with hot , salty tears . My brain begged my body to move . My body wouldnt listen .
A loud thud brought my consciousness back , and there he was . Q was lying on the floor , his face had a horrific expression , but …
Where was the rest of his body…?
My breathing quickened and that’s when I saw it . It slithered from under the curtain , reaching a height for atleast 9 feet. It’s back was arched . It’s teeth were bared . It’s eyes were glowing in the now dark room . Its face resembled a frog .
A black substance dripped from all parts of its body . Tilting its head , it formed the creepiest grin . A grin intent on murder . It licked its lips , the remaining blood of Q still scattered across his horrifying features as it made eye contact with me .
It lunged at me , and at that moment I was already aware that I needed to go. NOW .
I ran downstairs as fast as my long legs would take me , bumping into my mother , my aunt next to her .
” Mom please ! We have to leave now ! Q’s dead and t-that THING killed h-him !! “ My words were fumbled , my body was shaking .
” What the hell ? Calm down , say it slower “ She said firmly , a genuine look of worry on her eyes .
I closed my eyes and took a deep breathe , hearing sounds of struggle and choking not long after .
Mr FrogFace was on the staircase , Its elongated limbs grabbing my mother and aunt by their necks .
I watched in horror as It completely devoured their flesh at an uncanny speed , their blood painting the rocky floor a beautiful but menacing red .
I shouted as hard as I could . In that moment i just wanted to curl I’m into a ball and cry…but I couldnt . I had to do something .
With tears streaming down my face like a waterfall , I rushed out of the door , running as fast as i could . My breathing stopped for a bit and i looked around for any house that seemed to be friendly .
I looked at the familiar white house with black accents adorning many crevices . Of course ! Aunt F was the most wise and supporting person ever !
I knocked on her door and a familiar face greeted me . I rambled on and on , breaking down as my sobs filled the quiet atmosphere .
She welcomed me in , holding me tightly . I continued to sob in her arms , my body losing its feeling and my knees going weak .
She led me to a guest room and sat me down on the bed , patting my back .
” I’ll check up soon . Please get rest . “ She whispered and left me alone , closing the door behind her .
I lied sprawled out on the clean bed , looking at the lovely red curtains .
And with another thud , Aunt F’s head dropped out from under the curtain .