John B. Allen (MrBallen)

He walks into this front room and when he walks in, he's basically looking at windows that overlook the front of the house.

And as soon as he walks in, he sees written on the wall above those windows is the words, marry me, written in shaving cream.

And he walks in and he's just looking at the words and he's thinking to himself, my daughters, I just don't feel like this was them.

How could this be them?

I would have noticed something like this.

It just feels like this can't have been them, but he can't quite wrap his head around what that actually means.

If you accept this isn't your daughters, then everything your daughters have been saying before might also be true.

So he's like stuck with this almost existential crisis of like, what do you do with this?

And he's just staring at the letters and his daughters are, the daughter and friend are right, like literally up against his backside.

And then he hears something.

Over to his left, out of his eyesight, still in this front room, sort of tucked up against the back wall relative to how he's looking, was just a closet.

And he hears the sound of the closet opening.

And he knows his girls are right behind him.

And so he turns and out of the closet walks this figure that's wearing a dress.

They have clown makeup painted on their face.

They have a hatchet over their shoulder.

It's this man who walks out and he stares at Frank and the girls and he just points and he goes...

upstairs.

And he starts walking towards them with this hatchet over his shoulder.

And Frank, who, I mean, he's in complete fight or flight response here.