The Frog Monster

Once upon a time, there lived a princess named Rose. Everywhere she walked, she brought joy to people. Children and animals loved her, and the flowers in the castle’s garden bloomed at every step she took. One day, she walked to the lake that was placed on the grounds of her castle. As she dipped a toe in the water, admiring the fish, a creature was lurking at the bottom of the murky, brown water. It swam up to her and grabbed onto her toe. When Princess Rose saw the massive bull frog, startled, she shrilled in terror and fell backwards onto the ground. The creature crawled to her side and stared down into her petrified eyes. It stated, “Quiet flower, no need for words. Kiss me now, my sweet conquer.” After a moment of being paralyzed in fear, the timorous princess shot up off the ground and ran back to her castle, her supposed safe haven, but the sadistic varmint locked his gaze on her. Later that night, after Princess Rose completed her nightly tasks and was sound asleep in her bed, the bull frog found his way into her bedroom window. He crept onto the girl’s bed, leapt onto her pillow, and kissed her on the lips. As the unconscious princess had no clue of her surroundings, her dreams took over her actions, and she slowly started to kiss him back. The joyous frog happily stepped away from his princess and awaited his transformation. He was ready to become hers. He was ready to take her, to own her, and to have all of her love and respect, but his satisfaction never came. So, he kissed her again hoping she would allow him to be hers, but she awoke at once and hit him, causing him to be flung out the window and fall to his death.

His name was Charles. His eyes shot open. He felt nothing. There was no pain and no feeling. He lifted his human hands to rub his human face. He stopped when he noticed his hands. As he lay down in the grass, he stared up at them. He did it. He was hers, and she was his. He owned her. He owned all of her, or so he thought. There was a catch. As he ran a hand through his hair, he pulled out a lock of it. He was decaying. He was dead. He will always be a monster in her eyes, and this made him angry. He gets up and travels in the direction of the lake. On his way there, he notices the flowers in the castle’s garden. He picks a rose and admires its beauty. He carries it with him to the lake. Once he’s there, he slowly walks into the water with the rose. He slowly sinks down to the bottom of the lake with the rose in his hand. The rose that has been picked from her family is now drowning in the water. He again lurks at the bottom of the lake waiting for his next conquer to arrive.

A millennium passes. There are no longer inhabitants within the castle. All the flowers in the garden have died, and there’s a gloomy fog in the air. Dead bodies are scattered across the lake bead. A mother and her son came to explore the eerie castle. The mother holds her son close, as they come across gargoyles and creaking doors. It’s a large castle, so it’s easy to get separated. One hallway connects to another hallway, which connects to the kitchen, which connects to outside. The mother tries to closely monitor her son, but her son is curious, and he wanders outside. The mother lost him. There is no sign of him. She looked away for a second, and she doesn’t know if he wandered into the kitchen or the other hallway. The little boy sees a lake in the distance, and he wants to visit it. He feels like something is calling him to it. He approaches it, and he finds himself staring at his reflection in the lake. As he smiles down at his reflection, his reflection smiles back. The smile seems to be getting wider, but the little boy is not happy enough to be smiling that widely. He sees his reflection blink. He stares. It stares. He frowns. It smiles. It reaches a hand out to him and pulls him in the water. The little boy screams for his mother, but the sound of his screams are muffled by the water rushing into his mouth. He’s dragged underneath the surface. He fights frantically to get free, but there is a death grip around his arm. He has run out of breath, and slowly starts to succumb to the darkness. There’s a rose at the bottom of the lake. It swims up to the boy and pulls him to the surface. He takes in a gulp of air as he crawls onto the ground. The rose tries to climb out too, and the little boy reaches his hand out for it to take. It reaches for his hand. Their fingers touch. Suddenly, arms shoot out of the water and grab the rose’s head. The arms pull the rose back in and drag it to the bottom of the lake where it will dwell for all eternity. The little boy hears whispers in the wind. It says, “Quiet flower, his time has come. This boy is mine and cannot run.” The little boy takes a step back, but he trips and falls to the ground. His feet are left lingering in the water. Suddenly, he sees a hand reaching for his ankle.