<aside> <img src="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> Snakes.

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<aside> <img src="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> "Um... I actually think I should be going. I'm sure my friend's wondering where I am," you say. But as you start to turn around, you feel a hard push from behind and go tumbling down the staircase into the dark. Luckily, when you hit the basement floor, the ground isn’t hard. In fact, it feels soft and almost like... it’s moving? From the top of the staircase, the lady turns the lights on, and you can see why the floor feels like it's moving – the entire basement is filled with thousands upon thousands of snakes.

“These are my babies!” the old woman says. "I started with just one in that empty terrarium you saw, but I couldn't get enough! The one draw back to having so many snakes is... well, they get awfully hungry!" She closes the door, and you try to scream for help, but a large snake forces its way into your mouth and slithers down your throat and into your stomach.

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<aside> <img src="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> The end.

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