About The Frogman Truth
The Frogman Truth is a collection of art, zines, music and games about a Frog-Human hybrid found in the pond of Canyon Park.
Why did I start the Frogman Truth?
On July 16th, 1998, I came face to face with an abomination against nature in a small nature preserve about an hour outside of Los Angeles. The night I got home, I scribbled my experience into a sketchbook. Below is a transcribed and edited copy of what I wrote that night. Things have been edited and redacted for personal reasons I may or may not share as time goes on. For now, all you have to know is that there is more out there than biologists, ecologists, and anthropologists want you to know.
WHAT THE HELL
Jason and I were down at a small pond in Canyon Park throwing rocks into the tepid pond late at night on a school night when I heard a strange noise behind the reeds. Jason dared me to go look. Now I'm not afraid of anything, so I immediately agreed. (This was very false. I was terrified of a lot of things. I remember being very afraid in this moment, but I also had a reputation to uphold and a crippling sense of curiosity, so I swallowed my fear.)
I shined my flashlight on the area and became aware of the deafening choir of croaking that surrounded us. I walked forward slowly towards the reeds; we heard what I can only describe as pained breathing from. When the sound came again, I nearly dropped the flashlight. Jason asked if I was chicken, but his voice cracked in a way I could tell was from fear.
I inched closer and closer to the reeds. I could see something pulsating from behind them, but the plants were too thick for the flashlight to pierce.
I pulled back the leaves and saw it. A writhing mass of slime and skin, I let out a yell (more accurately I screamed at the top of my lungs) and ran away.
Here is a description of what I saw. The head of a toad or a frog. Dark green with black lines. Mouth agape. The bottom of the neck transitioned into a slimy, wart-covered fair-skinned man. Fully unclothed, crouched into the water. I did not get a good look at the hands or feet as they were submerged fully in the murky water. I estimate, if it were to stand, the whole thing would be around 3 feet in size.
Jason and friends did not believe me, but I know what I saw. I have not told my parents of the entire ordeal, and I don't plan to tell anyone else without proof.
Tomorrow we're going back out with a camera.
This was the first time I saw the Frogman of Canyon Park. This was not the last. I have compiled a collection of text, photos, drawings, and more that I believe are relevant to this topic in what will be the first volume.
I am so close to the truth I can taste it.