User blog comment:Witnessme/Creepypasta Short Story Contest/@comment-4893169-20151013000453/@comment-4893169-20151013000713

"Ellie Lambet certainly did acted a bit funny, not funny in any obviously wild crazy fashion. No, quite the opposite--clinging to the corners of the room, or skittering through the crowds, never talking or laughing with anyone, not displaying the least bit interest or excitement in the fun games and revelry going on around her.  Always sneaking glances in Kes’s direction like she wanted to strike up a conversation, yet she kept her distance.  Maybe it was because Kes was hanging around Vanessa at the time, and the goth was giving Ellie the death stare as if in the hopes that her face might melt, explode, or shrink with ‘Raiders of the Lost Ark’ dramatics.

Vanessa wouldn’t go into specific details about the incident that caused her to totally reject Ellie’s friendship, except to say that it nearly ruined her middle school reputation and further cemented her hatred for the anime genre and its numerous fandoms.

A hardcore otaku then, Kes thought with disgust. Or as Yoda would say, ‘the weeaboo vibe is strong in this one.’

However, Kes kept her personal comments to herself and made a silent vow never to get too close.

When she looked over at Ellie again, the girl had moved under the central domed skylight. Rays of moonlight shone brightly through the Art Nouveau--style stained--glass.

Kes froze rigid, staring transfixed. For a moment, just as the girl stepped into one of the moonlit patches, the whole shape of her face seems to have changed. Her tight Buster Brown curls grew loose and dark while her cherub features grew pimply-cheeked and dough-faced. The eyes that continued to stare back were now murky-brown and bulging like a frog’s. Even the wide, pale mouth was frog-like as it slowly lifted in a lazy smile."