You look up at the twinkling stars and planets in the night sky.
Woah.
I think I see Jupiter up there.
Can you believe that, Frogger?
The little frog plush toy in your hands stares back at you blankly.
I don't know how long we've been walking for.
I don't think mom is gonna come back.
You look at Frogger again.
He smiles and replies, "Don't worry Evie, just keep walking."
Ok Frogge-
Oh look!
A cute little white rabbit!
You spot a white rabbit in the distance.
It stares behind you before darting into some bushes.
Wha?
You feel an uneasy chill run down your spine.
You instinctively turn around.
A man and woman are standing a few feet away from you,
watching you intently.
Oh, hi.
You scared me.
The man smiles.
Hi hi, pretty girl.
Are you lost? Are you lost, pretty girl?
His tone makes you feel weird. You stay silent.
You notice his white teeth glowing, stark against the dim glow of the streetlamp and moonlight.
The woman next to him strokes her long thick ginger hair and
inches slightly towards you.
It's so... late at night.
Why, it's... let me check my watch... 3:33AM....
What are you doing out so late?
I, um.
No reason.
I just like walking in the street when it's quiet.
No one to bug me.
The woman licks her lips.
You're so... cute, you know.
My name is a bit long but you can call me F.
What's your name, little one?
Her shrill voice rings in your ear.
You take a step back.
Evie.
My name is Evie.
The man sniffles and sneezes.
He takes out a tissue from his navy suit pocket and blows his nose
into it.
EV?
That's a real pretty little white dress you got on there, EV.
How old are you, little EV? How old?
I just turned 8, I think.
My birthday was a few days ago.
But, I didn't really do anything on that day.
Mom and dad didn't really notice.
It's just another day to me.
Oh, how marvellous!
Your birthday! Your marvellous birthday!
We must celebrate! We must celebrate now!
He strides towards you before you can move and grabs you and kisses you hard on the cheek.
Ow!
Happy birthday, happy birthday, beautiful!
He continues kissing you, your right cheek, your neck...
You scream as he begins violently sniffing your neck.
You try to push him off but he just digs his fingers hard into your shoulders.
Get off me you weirdo!!!
Help!!!
The streetlamp flickers.
The woman steps forward and grabs Frogger from your clutch and tosses
him aside.
Stupid toy...
Grow the fuck up...
Let go of me!!!
You frantically try to push the man off again but he grips you tighter,
running his big ooarse hands down your body.
The woman grabs your hair and yanks it back, making you yelp in pain.
Come on T... grab her and let's fuckin' go-
Stop!!!
You feel a surge of intense energy flood your body as you scream your guts out.
The woman’s long ginger hair begins twisting violently, moving under your will.
Strands lash forward, stabbing into her arms and shoulders like needles.
A clump of her thick hair drives deep into her chest, and she gasps, blood blooming where the hair strikes.
She stumbles back, clutching at it with trembling hands, her wide eyes locking onto yours in terror, knowing it’s you controlling every move.
What the fuck is happening?!
A signpost flies towards the man and slices into his right leg, nearly severing it off. He lets out a bloodcurdling scream.
You catch a glimpse of the sign.
It reads:
"I can't go on. I will go on."
the man and the woman are collapsed on the ground, heavy and motionless.
The woman’s hair, once thrashing under your control, has fallen limp around her, streaked with blood.
The man is crumpled beside her, his stillness eerily quiet after the chaos.
You pass out in exhaustion, and when you come to, you realise both
You feel so weak as you sit in the silent morning air,
covered in blood.
Are they...
Are they dead...
You look at Frogger in the distance.
Lying on his side, he stares blankly back.
You swear you see him nod slightly.
Frogger... it happened again...
Your vision blurs as you watch the little white rabbit from before
reappear from the bushes.
It curiously hops towards the lifeless bodies of the man and woman.
It buries its face into the man's leg before raising its bloodied nose into the air and taking a few little sniffs.