Prelude to a Frogsquatch
(Just a quick silly story :) )
Prelude to a Frogsquatch
by William Manning
Silas didn’t sign up for this. He had one job. Put on the damn gorilla suit, wander around in the woods, and hope that the camera crew caught a glimpse of him. It was supposed to be candid shots of a bigfoot wandering through the woods. He wouldn’t see the cameras, they would observe him, and it would all look natural. But there was something else out there. Something real. And it was after him.
He weaved through the trees. He ducked under branches, slid under uprooted trees to hide in the tiny caves formed by the roots, but it still followed. He heard the loud thump. Felt the tremor in the grounds as whatever it was landed from a high jump. There was a sound of branches cracking and falling to the ground as it leapt through the cover of trees. Silas thought he was safe. He took the opportunity to run in the other direction.
Behind him, a loud stomp crushed into the ground. He looked back. The creature was a mass of green flesh covered in patchy brown hair. Its eyes swiveled this way and that, turning on opposite pivots to look in all directions. The gaping maw parted and closed, blowing a gray cloud with every steaming breath. It made no sound, apart from the slithering of its moist skin as it crouched low, ready to strike.
Silas turned and ran as fast as he could. The giant feet of his costume, heavy stone to make better impressions in the ground, weighed him down. He looked back, trying to see if it was still following him. Instead of the row of trees, or a creature, all he saw was pink.
A wet splat hit him square in his face. He took a moment, felt disgusted, but then realized an instant later that whatever it was that struck him was enveloping him. The sticky, fleshy, mass covered his head. It all happened so fast. There was a whipcrack, and Silas’ head was wrenched toward the creature. His body, still in the bigfoot suit-minus his head-fell where he was standing.