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A Camping Story




While it slithered up her leg, a million regrets ran through Tess’ mind. She cursed herself for caving in when her boyfriend, Jared, begged her to go camping with him earlier that week.

Tess despised the outdoors and knew she would have a terrible time. She hated herself for allowing him to convince her that they would be fine in a tiny little tent out in the middle of the woods. At the very least she wished she could go back and warn her past self to nap inside of her sleeping back and not on top of it (the night had been so hot though).

Alas, a regret is just a regret and Tess knew there was no changing the past. Meanwhile, the rattle of the snake’s tail grew louder.

It’s funny what kinds of things flash through your mind when you feel like you’re about to die. Tess remembered back to some nature show she watched about Rattle Snakes years ago. She could hear the soothing British accent of the narrator, probably David Attenborough, as he explained how the sound of the snake’s tail indicated it was ready to strike. She glanced over to Jared on the other side of the tent – his face swollen to the size of a basketball. Blood trickled down his puffy cheeks where the venomous rattler had bit him. His chest hadn’t moved for minutes.

Tess clenched her eyes shut as tight as she could and prepared for the worst as she felt the snake’s cold, scaly skin slide further up her leg. Then in an instant the rattle had ceased and the terrible, slithering sensation on her thigh had disappeared. Tess had not been bitten. Feeling a moment of relief, she peeked out one eye to see if the snake had changed its mind and withdrawn from the tent. Unfortunately fate had not chosen to be so kind to her.

The sight inside her tent sent waves of shock through Tess’ body. She watched the serpent’s rattle, mere inches from her face, as it disappeared into the mouth of the most hideous creature she’d ever seen. The horrible thing stared at her with its big black eyes, while it swallowed the last of the snake down its massive gullet. Again, Tess became paralyzed with fear as the monstrosity shifted its revolting body on top of hers. A wide, shark-toothed grin crept across the creatures face.

Tess could smell its vile breath, still fresh with the stench of the rattler’s innards, as it began to speak the last words she would ever hear.

“I’m still hungry.”

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Credits to: Vincent_VenaCava

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