Creepy Toad Ornaments

Right now, as I type this, a creepy toad ornament is looking at me.

This particular ornament is a little smaller than the size of a fist, made of dark wood. The upper jaw/head/back section is actually a lid, which conceals a small cavity for storing half-digested flies, lily pad crumbs, long-lost surgical forceps, or whatever else might be found inside a toad.

The creepy toad ornament came from somewhere in Sheffield. Miss-Matic saw it, and decided her life really wasn’t complete without a creepy toad ornament, and so it came home with us.

Although the creepy toad ornament is ugly, it isn’t inherently creepy. It’s creepiness comes from the fact that it watches me.

You know those paintings that show up in Scooby-Doo episodes, where the eyes move and follow the Scooby gang?

Yeah, no, it’s not like that.

And you know that feeling you get, when someone is watching you? When the hairs on your neck stand up, and you get those unexplainable chills?

Yeah, no, it’s not like that either.

But no matter where I sit in the room, this maternally fornicating toad is always facing directly towards me.

I have no idea why. Every time I pass it, I straighten it out. I turn it perpendicularly away from the wall; I center it, so it faces the middle of the room. Misaligned objects also annoy Miss-Matic, so I’ve watched her with my own eyes, straightening this fucking toad thing…

And yet, when I’m sitting on the sofa, procrastinating, or reading, or watching TV, I’ll glance up, and the creepy ornamental toad will be angled directly toward me again.

It’s extremely unnerving. I mean, sometimes I like to scratch my balls when I’m sitting on this sofa. I don’t want some voyeuristic toad ornament watching me.

To distract myself from whatever else I should be doing right now (writing, scratching my bits, turning the creepy toad ornament back the other way), I have developed five possible hypotheses to explain it. These are as follows:

1.  It’s haunted.

This is the simplest and most straightforward of the hypotheses. The creepy toad ornament is haunted by the ghost of a dead toad. It warms itself against the chill of the grave by reorienting itself a number of degrees on a daily basis, so it can look at me, because I’m an interesting thing for a dead toad to look at.

2.  It’s evil.

This is similar to the above theory, only the ornament is not haunted by a dead toad, but instead is the icon or avatar of an evil toad demon. It cools itself from the fires of hell by reorienting itself a number of degrees on a daily basis, so it can look at me, because I’m cool.

3.  It fancies me.

Whenever I see someone sexy, I like to look at them in a manner which makes them uncomfortable, and which invariably prompts them to describe me as creepy. Thus, applying similar logic, I am sexy and the toad ornament has the hots for me.

4.  Someone is breaking into my flat.

In this hypothesis, some prankster breaks into my flat on a daily basis to reorient the toad ornament by a few degrees, so that I might mistakenly believe the toad ornament fancies me. I have no idea who this prankster might be, but I believe such people usually have an accomplice called ‘Jimmy’, whose job it is to crack open the window so they can get in.

5.  I am the toad ornament.

If none of the other hypotheses hold, I can only conclude that the creepy toad ornament is a splintered shard of my own tortured subconscious, while I am likewise none other than a cloven chunk of the creepy toad ornament’s maimed psyche. We stare at each other across the vast gulf that divides subjective consciousness, mirrors to the thin facades of each other’s narcissistic solipsism; two abysses staring back at each other, wondering where the fuck this analogy might be going, whether it’s time for a beer, and whether both our lives might be better if we just looked at the TV instead.

It is possible, of course, that none of these hypotheses are correct – but I’ll be damned if I can think of more reasonable explanations.

In any case, I want to scratch my bits, so I’m going to turn it away now.

 

13 thoughts on “Creepy Toad Ornaments”

  1. There’s definitely a hint of love shining out of those blank and to be quite frank with you, predatory eyes. I can also see some lust there…yep, that’s definitely lust. Sleep with one eye open Ash-Matic.

  2. There’s only one thing for it. Replace the creepy toad ornament with a creepy frog ornament. Or a creepy newt ornament. Or perhaps even a creepy axolotl ornament. Just make sure it’s creepy and amphibious.

  3. Perhaps the toad’s hallucinogenic secretion has evolved to become an airborne toxin that is influencing your psyche, or maybe it does just want to have relations with you.

  4. 6. YOU are actually creeping the TOAD out, and he keeps turning so he won’t have to look at you, but you keep moving into his line of sight. Sorry, I find nothing creepy about you whatsoever, but toads will be toads.

  5. Oh, sorry, I’ll stop moving the toad around. I just have something against things being aligned correctly… UHM I MEAN… UH…

    Maybe its the flat that’s haunted! You have an prankster ghost that breaks into your apartment to screw with your mind.

    Yeah, that sounds legit enough.

  6. My vote is a combination of all five! I would have to bring it that toad back to the place where Miss-Matic found it.

    Once, I bought these ceramic drummer boys at an antique store, and when I put them out, my 6″3″ 300 pound Uncle screamed like a little girl. He swore they were forged in evil and were watching him! The way he reacted freaked my crazy ass out so bad I couldn’t sleep that night, thinking of the evil curse (I was now sure) they were going to bring down on my house. I had to bring them back the next day!

  7. It is haunted. I know how to de-haunt it for you. All you have to do is say, “Toad, I want your haunting ghost to leave NOW!” and then throw a bit of salt on it. I had to do this to an antique armoire that the door kept opening on its own (haunted), and after I did that, the problem stopped.

    Swear to God.

    You don’t need much salt. And it might be a good idea to tell the Toad Haunter Spirit to NOT COME BACK.

    Good luck, and let us know what happens!

    xxo
    MOV

  8. It seems to me that once you’ve acknowledged the haunting, the spirit loses interest in tormenting you. Or it could be waiting for you to appease its appetite for souls. Or flies. One never can tell with toads. Are there any small, unsupervised children in your vicinity that you could offer to the toad? Or maybe a puppy?

    Good luck. I hope you get it taken care of soon before it decides that it has waited long enough for you to feed it and starts searching on its own.

    Imagine going to bed one night after straightening it out and then waking in the middle of the night to find it on your dresser, leering at you with just the tiniest hint of drool dripping down the corner of its eternally starving mouth.

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