Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. I lived out in the woods (different part of the country, but still) by myself for almost a year near a bunch of trails and the thought that there were fuckin rifle-toting belly-crawlers out and about is so horrifying.

A thousand times no to this. This and the fucking imposter mommy were the two that ruined last night for me (and many more nights to come, I’m sure)

This. This this thiiiiiiiiiis is what made me leave my light on last night. Holy snit. Just the thought of some THING impersonating YOUR OWN MOM OMG. Ugh ugh ugh I’m sorry this happened to you and I hope that was the only time!

I have read all the Jez scary stories in the last few years they’ve had them, and there is something about that image of your mom holding a fucking snake and beckoning for you to take it that just sends the deepest, most awful chills down my spine. “She was standing near the woods, holding a huge snake.” Just, wow. I…

I’m sure this will be grey forever but I made this burner just to share. My friend told me this story a few weeks ago, it happened to her this past summer.