Who would have known?

    Before I start, here are some warnings-  

There is cursing.     Mentions of cannibalism.    Mentions of body parts not being attached to... the body?     Obviously demons and blood are also included in this PEACEFUL story >:D  

 It's a normal day, nothing interesting. That's what Axel wished he could say. Nothing that ever happened around him was 'normal'. The visions, hallucinations, the lake, 90% of the stuff he saw could never be explained. Even if he attempted to explain anything he saw, it wouldn't help. He'd tried multiple times to explain to adults. But what adult is going to believe a 10 year old kid who claimed to see figures standing over lakes, peering down on your every move, or the random disappearances of objects. None of the things would ever be explained. There really was only one person in this world that understood him. His Grandma Jackson. The only reason she believed him because as a kid, growing up, she had seen the same. The figures had been the same since she was a kid. They even gave them funny nicknames. One girl had this frog hoodie on and was nicknamed The Froggy. Then there was this girl with longer black hair and wore red and black clothing. She was named The Bomber. Then there was this girl dressed in all white and black and had a beanie on. That girl was named The Bee because of her yellow pupil. These specific entity's didn't show up often, but when they did, it was rare. Meanwhile, Grandma Jackson and Axel looked mostly alike, same hair color, same eye color, and enjoyed similar hobbies. The lake was always foggy, and that's why shadows, or figures can be seen. It's not too far away, it's walking distance, but would still be considered a hiking trail. Rumors had spread that the lake was haunted by three main entities, The Froggy who supposedly led people into traps by disguising as a frog. The bomber, who drops bombs on the people who were led into a trap, and then the Bee aka Wasp who jabbed a knife into the victim's heart. The knife supposedly had poison on it, kinda like how a wasp would sting you and eject poison. 

     These rumors had been made to scare children, that's what most people thought. Though Axel had seen it. He was with his friend Luna when they went trampling in the woods. She had seen a frog and went to follow it to take photos of it. Classic Luna, taking photos of wildlife. He'd gotten used to the loud snap of the camera  as it took a photo. He'd gone with her, to ensure her safety. But when the frog hopped towards a tree house that seemingly was abandoned, he stayed down at the bottom. the frog hopped gleefully up the ramp, seemingly eager for some reason. Axel stayed at the bottom as Luna shouted, "Wait up little froggy! I just wanna take a photo!!" The farther up she got, the more uneasy Axel felt. He tried to push the feeling away, but his only friend was taking a risk that most likely wasn't worth it. He couldn't lose her too. "Luna I don't think you should-" He started. He was interrupted by the sound of Luna's scream and a nearby thud of something hitting the ground. He looked over to see Luna's dead body. Lifeless she laid on the ground. Face tarnished as if she'd been hit with a bomb. She also had a stab wound, and what looked to be poison dripping out of her mouth. He heard voices. One rough, one was somewhat gentle, and the last was eerie. It sounded very scratchy. "Wasp, was that extremely necessary??" Said the lighter voice. "Always." Said the scratchy voice. "That younger girl kinda looked like past me..." The scratchy voice said. "I remember you when we were alive, you looked nothing like that, Bomb." The rough voice spoke once more. "Frog, back me up here, I looked like that right?!?" The scratchy voice spoke once more. "Why don't we just go down and check the body out anyway? We need her blood, plus we could compare you both." The rough voice implied. They are coming my way! Axel though, a rush of adrenaline filled him as he sprinted to the nearest bush and dived into it. Three people walked down the steps, two with cigarettes in their mouth's. They puffed out smoke as they went. They didn't look to old yet somehow they had access to cigarettes? The examined the body, then the one with a frog hoodie spoke, "Yeah, i take it back, you two look nothing alike whatsoever." The person with a frog hoodie was the one with the normal voice. "See? I was right all along!" Said the girl with a white and black beanie. She was the person with the rough voice. "Oh come onnn, are you people are blind or sum?" Said a scratchy voice. That must be the girl with long black hair. Thought Axel. Her voice must be scratchy because she's smoked the longest. That was a far-fetched guess, but he was right. "You two get those stupid thing out of your mouths!" Said the frog girl. "Oh yeah, yeah. Whatever." The black haired girl's way of talking was funny, and it almost made Axel laugh, but he caught himself. Reluctantly, the beanie girl and black haired girl took one last puff of smoke and threw the cigar to the ground. "Can we at least get her blood before we go though?" The beanie girl said. "I'm in on this." The black haired girl said. "Agh. Fine. But don't get you clothes messy again. Blood doesn't come out easy you know." Frog girl added. "Yes, yes, now let's just get on with it!" The white and black girl might have glanced at the bushes I was in, but none of them checked it. I had run home quickly,  but even if I had made it out of there without any bruises or scars, no one would believe me. Only one person had believed me, and that was because she had experiences like that.

     "The good old days!" Grandma had said. "I had friends who had a great dynamic, they were friends with me after a couple school years, but their dynamic was amazing. One was extremely sleep-deprived and didn't care about most people. Then there was her bff, who was also very sleep-deprived, but didn't show it. She had always looked so kind to strangers, but when you get close to her, you know that's not the case. Then there was the mother of the group. She wasn't mature, but funny and was obsessed with frogs, spaghetti, and toast for some reason." That was something she never stopped talking about. Her old friends. But one day, she showed Axel a photo of the group. One girl had long, dark black hair with a darker skin complexion. She was wearing red baggy sweatpants, had scars on her face, and was also wearing an over sized red hoodie. The other girl had short brown hair with white streaks at the tips. She looked formal, dressed in a white polo shirt that had ruffles at the end where buttons would be. Kinda like a shirt that I pirate would wear. She wore thin, black pants and had a couple scars on her face. Though the weirdest feature was that her hair covered one eye. Then there was this strange girl that had shoulder-length hair and was wearing a green hoodie with purple leggings and purple leg warmers also. Oh! And we can't forget the frog bucket hat! "She wouldn't go anywhere without that thing." Grandma had added when she was explaining the photo. "Heh. That trio was absolutely inseparable. They wouldn't leave one another if their lives were on the line. I actually overheard them say that if one of them died, they all would." She had added.