Snook - Disturbing Reddit Stories

Episode Date: April 4, 2026

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Hey, what's up guys, and welcome back to another Reddit stories video. And today we're going to be getting into some disturbing Reddit stories. And these stories are actually so good. I love all of the stories I picked out for this video. They're just super entertaining. Reading them was a lot of fun. And I hope you enjoy them too. And these stories are perfect to listen to if you're studying, chilling, relaxing,

just want to watch a scary video or sleeping or any of those things. And thank you so much for stopping by and watching the video. And before we get into it, please like the video and subscribe to the channel. It's the channel's goal to be at 500,000 subscribers. And I think we can do that kind of soon, so please subscribe. And all right, without further ado, let's get into some disturbing Reddit stories. So yeah, I don't do drugs anymore. I mean, I was never a heavy attic or anything.

Never did heroin or meth. Tried crack cocaine once. That was, uh, yeah. But I was only sober for eight months between that, and when Eddie, an old buddy of mine, introduced me to something called K3. Against my better judgment, I took him up on the offer. You heard K2, bro, he said. He was already high. Spice, yeah, synthetic weed.

Well, listen, man. I blinked. I looked at our mutual friend Todd, then back at Ed. Listen. What? What? You said, well, listen, man. And then he spaced out.

Oh, what were we talking about? K3. Oh, right, right. You heard a K2. Yes, I just said that. He leaned in close. Well, listen, man. This shit is like K2 and then some, hence the name K4.

I thought you said it was K3. Todd stepped in. Okay, ignore him. He's con. This isn't synthetic anything, Kev, it's something new. Then why did he call it K4? K3. Then why did he call it K3?

He calls it that, because the high remains him on being on spice or something, but this shit is like on another level. But it ain't a canniboid or nothing. I shifted in my seat. Oh, okay. I'm not... I mean, you remember what happened last year. Yeah?

Yeah, yeah, no, I got you. Listen, though, I've done this shit four times already. You haven't had one bad trip yet. First trip, boy, it was just like high off my ass. Nothing made sense. Second trip, I was like an astronaut, bro. I think I saw what exists outside the universe. Okay, what exists outside the universe.

I said I saw it, not that I remember it, but it was wild. I was warming up to the idea. How long does the high last? Depends on the hit and the quality. He held up a small bag of pills. And you know me, man, I only get the best. Muffin, his dog growled from the other side of the rude. Muffin, hey, down girl.

Is she okay? She's fine, dude, he said. She's fine, dude, echoed Eddie. Then he started laughing. Is he on this stuff now? Took it right before you got here. I wanted someone to be sober enough to explain it to you. Thanks.

Think yourself, person, you bitter and snarch, Eddie said. Then he resumed laughing. Thanks, Ed. Todd popped his pill in his mouth. I did the same. After a moment, he said, how you feeling? Me? Fine.

How long does it take to kick in? He smiled. Should be feeling it momentarily, my dude. Muffin started growling again. Todd clapped once. Muffin, shh, girl, come on. I looked at her. She was standing in her crate, bearing teeth.

The hair on her back stood on end. I don't think she's okay, man. She's fine. Ed, you good? I looked. Eddie was face down in the cushions on the couch. She wasn't laughing anymore. He was shivering.

I said, are we going to get cold or something? I usually don't, Todd said. Every hit's different, and every person's different. All I know is it's fucking fun. Okay. I didn't look like he was having much fun. He doesn't look like he's having much fun, I said. Yeah, well, you know how your friends can be, sweetie, said my mom.

I know, mom. What? I said, I know, mom. I'm not your mother, said Pastor Lewis. Oh, I said, sorry. He leaned in from where Todd had been. He looked concerned, disappointed, had his elbows on his knees, his hands clasped between them. Kevin, you know you shouldn't be doing this.

I know. Especially after what happened last year, what were you thinking? Thought I could handle it, I guess. I stared at the floor, the way the colors on the carpet swirled in and out was always so mesmerizing. It's going to be a bad trip, you know. I looked up. Pastor Lewis had on that old evil side. smile he always had. Or did he? I furled my brow. What? It's going to be a bad trip he said again,

in a deeper voice. Todd said all the trips he'd had for fun. That doesn't mean it's impossible to have a bad one. Oh, Pastor Lewis doesn't sound like that. Man, who the fuck is Pastor Lewis said Pastor Lewis in Todd's voice? I blinked. Todd was sitting there, looking at me like had lost my mind. I cleared my throat, but couldn't feel it. My old youth pastor from back in the day, I said. Muffin barked from her kennel. It was deafening, alien-sounding bark, gravelly, dark. I looked over at her.

She looked at me. She barked again, but this time didn't open her snout to do so. Whoa, I said. What, said Todd? He was crawling on the ceiling, looking down at me in a way that should have broken his neck. Cool how your dog can bark without moving her mouth. Can you sit down? you're weirding me out. Yeah, sorry, Pastor Lewis said before sitting down and becoming Todd,

then Todd said, laughing hysterically, I am sitting, man. He was indeed sitting. I looked up, nobody on the ceiling, and no indication that anyone had been. He was doubled over with laughter, howling, aching laughs. He held his stomach. Is it that funny? It ain't that, Todd said. The spiders in your ears are singing. I smiled. Oh yeah? What are they singing? Todd couldn't stop laughing long enough to respond, but he didn't need to. I could hear it too. Dude, I said, it's a song from Snow White and the seven dwarves. Todd laughed even harder.

Man, what? You spelled it wrong, my dude. What? Go back, you spelled dwarves wrong. It should be dwarves, not dwarvers. What the fuck is a dwarver? I scrolled up. There it was.

Dwarva. Huh. That's weird. Huh. That's weird. Todd was still laughing, far harder and longer than the situation warranted. How am I seeing words I spoke, I asked. I grabbed at the R and dwarves so I could rearrange the word.

But the R slapped me just as Muffin barked again. Bark, smack. Just like that. A single bark sounded like Satan. I sat back down. Easy there, Dwarves, he said. I'll just spell it right next time. Damn.

Make sure you do, said Muffin. one by one, the letters comprising the word dwarves headed out over the kitchen window. Dude, I said. Todd, the letters are escaping. Stop the letters. Stop the letters. I can't hear you, bro, said Todd in Pastor Lewis's voice. Or Pastor Lewis in Todd's voice. Who were they again?

Fuck. Whoever it was said, come downstairs. I am downstairs, I said, before stopping my toe on his bedroom dresser. I took a step back. I was in his bedroom upstairs. Place was a wreck. That's... Wait.

How did I? Come downstairs, said Muffin, demonically. I couldn't see her, but somehow I just knew she was standing at the bottom of the stairs on two legs, with her head upside down. You know when you just know what dog will look like that? It was one of those times. That's okay, I said. I like it up here. I pulled one of his dresser drawers out, dumped out all of his underwear and condoms, and put it on my head for protection.

No way you're getting me now, you bitch. I sat down on his own. bed. But his bed was on the other end of the room. Ow, I said, sitting on his floor. Hurt my ass. Go downstairs, said Muffin. From so close behind me, she must have been inside my head. Get out of my head, I said. The power of the dresser drawer compels you. He was crawling on the ceiling, looking down at me in a way that should have broken his neck.

Hey! He was crawling on the ceiling, looking down at me in a way that should have broken his neck. Stop it. He was crawling on the ceiling, looking down at me in a way that should have broken his neck. in a way that should have broken his neck. Stop repeating that sentence. What sentence, said Todd? He was in his room, at least.

I think he was. I don't know, man. I blinked again. He wasn't there. I could hear him laughing downstairs hysterically. Holy shit, I could hear myself saying, I sounded distant, underwater. I am not in control right now.

I started crawling towards the hallway, and he was crawling on the ceiling, looking down at me in a way that should have broken his neck. I shoved the sentence aside. The letters crashed into the wall and melted. I kept crawling, but now my hands were getting stuck in the quicksand. Shit, I said, here we go. I made it to the door, but the dresser drawer on my head was too wide.

I turned it the other way. The only possible solution to that problem and went for the stairs. Downstairs, Eddie up and about yet again was approaching Muffin's kennel, bent over, walking a naturally wide-eyed mouth open, out of his mind. Muffin was howling and barking hysterically but also silently. That's weird, I said. It's going to be a bad trip, said Pastor Lewis. You already said that, Pastor Lewis.

I'm asking why I can't hear muffin bark. It's going to be a bad trip, he said again. He was crawling on the ceiling, looking down at me in a way that should have broken his neck. Why is everything repeating I ask aloud? He was crawling on the ceiling, looking down at me in a way that should have broken his neck. Why is everything repeating, I ask aloud? Drink, drink, drink water, water. Bro, bro, said, said, Todd, Todd.

He, he, handed, handed, me, me, uh, uh, glass, glass. And, and, I, I, tried, tried to, to drink, drink, it's upside, upside down, down. The water spilled into the swirling vortex that was his floor. Oh, man, I said. I lost the water. Where do you have it last, sweetie? said, Mom. looked at the empty glass. I can't remember. Hey, Roy Rogers. What did I do with my water, man? Did I eat it? Roy Rogers didn't respond. He was too busy floating on an upside-down chair that was attached to the ceiling.

Snarch, said his chair. Roy Rogers, who was also my uncle Moe, tipped his hat. Let me know if he find it, I said. I could have sworn I had it. He'd bark, bark, bark, bark, bark. Ah, it's going to be a bad trip, you know. Why am I now just hearing muffin barking? That was like an hour ago. I looked over. Eddie had picked up her kennel with her stuff inside and was holding it above his head. She was consumed in absolute and utter panic and he was trying to eat his entire crate. He unhinged his jaw to fit it inside, revealing exactly 14,543 razor-sharp teeth the size of railroad spikes.

Bark, bark, bark, bark. Ed, stop, I heard myself say, I said. I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head. Ed, stop, I heard myself say. Why? His face was static, like when you turn your TV to a channel you don't own. Ed, put her down and get that static off your face. He was crawling on the ceiling, looking down at me in a way that should have broken his neck.

What, Eddie said? He dropped the kennel. Muffin yelled. I don't know, man, I said. Your face is all static, like when you turn your TV to a channel you don't own. My face is static? Eddie said through the static. He started clawing at it, and who's crawling on the ceiling,

looking down at you in a way that should have broken his neck? That sentence seemed out of place. I heard the words, but didn't see him coming from Eddie's mouth. In fact, Eddie wasn't even standing there anymore. He was in the kitchen, getting a knife. Shit. It's going to be a bad trip, you know. Shut up, Pastor Lewis.

I know that now. Eddie started swiping the knife in front of his face. Get off me, static, he said. Get off me, static. I put the knife down. Ed, stand up. Wait. No.

I stood up. Eddie knifed. Put it in the said down. Damn it. I stood up. Ed put the knife down. There we go. It's going to be a bad trip, you know.

I turned around. Pastor Lewis was at the top of the stairs. But it wasn't Pastor Lewis. It was a perfectly black figure. Pastor Lewis, black is slimming on you. Come upstairs with the figure. It didn't sound like Pastor Lewis anymore. But it did sound like static, almost as if the static had formed itself into words.

I can't. I had to save my friend from the static knife. Come upstairs, said the figure. Come upstairs. Come upstairs. Come upstairs. Come upstairs. Come upstairs.

Up come. Stairs, stairs, ceilings. Ceilings. He was calling on the ceiling, looking down at me in a way that should have broken his neck. Neck. Neck. Nark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, get off me, static, static, static, static, ick, stad dick.

Oh, yo, who the fuck is Pastor Lewis? He was caught on the ceiling looking down at me in a way that should have broken his neck. Come upstairs, dwarves, sweetie, it's going to be a bad trip. You know, you know, no. I was falling. I realized falling, falling, falling, and it was hot. Whatever this endless tunnel was, it was dark and hot. That's a bad combination usually, isn't it?

I haven't been in many dark and hot places, but haven't experienced it. I can say I'd much rather be in a bright, cool place. Help me, I said. I felt Oz's fault. Help me. I'm falling. Now I saw lights coming on from the side of the pit. Come upstairs, said a single voice from behind me that was also tied, Pastor Lewis, Eddie, and my mother at once. This isn't a bad trip, Kevin. The voice continued. It's real. And you know that. What you thought was real was the trip. Time, space, those are illusions. This is what exists beyond the veil. This is the nothingness that exists outside the universe. This is the nothingness that awaits you at the end. No. Falling. Get him to his feet. Come upstairs and get that thing off your head.

Come upstairs. Join the static, static, static, bark. Are you okay? I blinked. Hey kid, said the officer. You okay? I looked around. I was lying in the street concerned. Neighbors, police cars everywhere. Most are in front of Eddie's house. Muffin whimpered in a crate next to me. What, what happened? Well, you're out here screaming. I'm falling. I'm falling, no, with a dog kennel, I dresser drawer on your head, and no shoes. I was hoping you'd tell me. I... I think I was saving muffin, I said. Who's muffin? The dog?

Yeah. Saving her from what? My friend was going to kill her, I think. Then he tried to cut his face off because it was all static. Holy shit. My now sober brain processed unsober words. Holy shit, that stuff was insane. Yeah.

I'd say that's a fair assessment, dumbass. You're lucky you didn't jump off the roof. Can you stand? The officer helped me to my feet. I stumbled towards his car. Wait, I said, uh, what happened to, uh, to Todd and Eddie? He looked at me. No, kid.

They're not okay. This is why I don't fuck with this stuff. Now we have to clean up what's left. Sit there. He went off to talk to the other officers. in the paramedics. Shit. Paramedics?

Two gurneys? Ambulance? I... I... I came to a full, 36 hours later, in my own bed. As I later found out,

Eddie did succeed in getting the static off his face, along with the rest of his face. And the last I heard of Todd, he was in a straight jacket. Muffin was given to his shelter, and then to another family. So, there was some good news at least.

As for myself, I was told the effects might never wear off. I didn't believe them at first. I mean, who would? And how do you even process that kind of news? Fuck. I don't know. All I know is that black figure is still standing at the end of my hallway, asking me to join it.

I can still hear static. My son asked me to check the closet for monsters. I didn't need to. I recently went through a pretty nasty divorce, but I got the only thing that mattered out of it. How I became a god. I wasn't smart when I was born. In fact, I was a cripple and a simpleton. I couldn't walk, so I dragged myself around the forest floor, never strained from my mother's presence.

I felt at the time she never cared much for my siblings and I, mostly letting us fend for ourselves. But I realized now she kept a careful eye on us. She was cold, distant, and dumb like me. But she knew how to watch for large animals and other potential threats as my brothers, sisters, and I slowly figured out how to feed ourselves. It seems cruel in retrospect and many of my siblings that young. Life was hard, crawling in the dirt on the forest floor, treating anything remotely edible as a banquet to be cherished.

As I slowly grew, she eventually disappeared, leaving me and two of my remaining brothers alone at a very event. very young age. They both perish shortly after. But somehow I managed to survive against all odds, crawling in the mud and struggling against my disability, finding food and shelter anywhere I could. I slowly learned how to use my disabilities to my advantage, setting ambushes and traps for small game, but I was still fundamentally an idiot, and no matter how clever I thought I was back then, failure was common, and life continued to be difficult. Surviving in the jungle while men mentally disabled and handicapped was mostly a factor of sheer luck.

Though at the time I thought myself to be quite adept, I never stayed in one place for long, and I moved very slowly but carefully. My diet consisted of anything I could find laying around, which was edible, mostly small animals I could catch, but I could go hungry for very long periods of time. Eventually, I stumbled on a small stream with an even smaller cave nearby. I made it my home for a while. It wasn't much, but it was well-housed. hidden and provided some sense of security. I dragged myself out to the stream and bask in the warm

tropical sun at times, take naps under trees, and eat as often as I can manage. Those were my simple pleasures in life back then. Predators were always a threat and being crippled, running was not an option, so I learned to hide. I learned to read my environment. I learned when to be loud and when to be quiet, and against all odds, I somehow survived. Once again, in retrospect, I must have been my entire life, up until I starved or finally ran out of luck, and that is where my story really begins, where it should have ended. I was crawling along the forest floor searching for something, anything to eat. It had been many days, and I had a furious hunger.

All I knew how to do was hobble around crawling and dragging myself through the jungle, looking for scraps or small animals I could ambush on the ground. I just pulled myself through a small bush when I saw it. The jaguar was low to the ground, in a pouncing position. On any other day I might have become its meal then and there, but it was focused on something else. I remained absolutely still, barely even breathing, hoping to not draw its attention.

It crouched down even further, clearly preparing to strike. Its eyes focused like only a hunters can be. I dared a quick glance at its target. And what I saw was the most unusual bird, giant and dangerous in its own right, bright and colorful, and nearly the size of the jaguar itself. It was a rainbow of feathers with a crown of plumage on its head. Of course, at the time, I didn't realize how unusual this creature was. All I knew was that this jaguar was going to try and take down. the giant avian at any moment. And it did. Try to, at least. The bird took flight the moment the

jaguarer leapt and it soared into the canopy, the cat pursuing. I remained still for some time to see if it would return, but eventually eased out into the small clearing. There wasn't much of interest, so I wiggled up the small hill the bird had been resting on, only to find when I reached the top that it was in fact a giant bird's nest. And to my delight, resting inside were three very large eggs of unusual color. Of course I ate them all right then and there and then drag myself back to my usual resting spot. Sleeping with a full belly was always its own reward. But that was when things started to change. Over the next few days, I started to notice things I hadn't been aware of before. Small things at first, observations are about my surroundings that I hadn't noticed

before. The world looked a bit more colorful than it did, shapes a little bit more defined. I was able to pay attention to more things at once. As days turned to weeks, I started to realize I could make plans that were more sophisticated than just waiting silently for something to run by so I could grab it, or looking for scraps laying around. I started to devise clever traps using rocks and other features of my environment to help me catch my food, choosing my resting locations in places where bushes and leaves would ensure I could hear predators on the ground. I was still a cripple, but I was growing smarter. I also began to grow bigger, a lot bigger.

I had been an undurfed runt most of my life, but in the span of several months, I'd become a veritable giant, well-nourished now in nearly six feet, all muscle. I still had to crawl around, but I could do so with a speed and vigor I had never known. I felt optimistic and elated, yet I had no idea what was still to come. As months turned to years, I was able to walk for the first time in my life. Few predators could stand before me now, as I stood nearly 12 feet tall, a titan of the forest, with a strength to match. I strolled carelessly through the trees, eating what I wished, when I wished, where I wished.

I built my first house out of stone and fallen trees. I was the king of the jungle. And I climbed my first tree. I will never forget it hundreds of feet up in the forest. canopy, I finally reached the sunlight atop the tallest tree I could find and looked out upon my domain. Endless green as far as the eye could see in every direction, a playground which had once threatened to consume me, but which was now mine to explore freely, and so I did. I began to travel more. I discovered rivers, waterfalls, groves, huge cave systems, and a giant sinkholes

and lakes. In so many new types of plants and animals I had never seen, frogs and birds, cats and spiders, animals which ate plants, and plants which ate animals. Over time, I took a special love of watching the tree monkeys, as they were the only other animals which seemed to express an intelligence like my own, which is why, when I found a small one, which had been injured, I carefully collected it and took it with me. I nursed it back to health. fed it, earned its trust, and it became my own little companion. There were no names back then, but none were needed. For the first time in my life, I felt genuine love for this one specific creature, my first friend. I had to take great care, as my growing never seemed to cease. By my memory

and estimates I may have been nearly 30 feet tall by then, and this little monkey was barely a fly-by comparison, but the joy he brought me as we traveled together as he gathered tiny fruits for me, and as he slept peacefully next to me, made me realize how lonely I had been all those decades wandering the forest all by myself, always just watching, but never feeling like more than just an observer anymore. When he finally died peacefully of old age, I was of course heartbroken. I knew it was coming. I had seen how he slowly weakened and deteriorated, while I seemed to defy him to defy the years and continue to grow, time shifted the world around me. Landscapes slowly changed, rivers altered, animals came and went. After he died, I retreated back to my more observational phase

of my life again, mostly wandering the forest and indulging in the sights and sounds around me. I don't know how long I spent like that before they found me. Other monkeys, but these ones were even more like me. They were extremely clever. They made noises. at each other in rapid and consistent manners. They used tools like me, maybe even more clever than the ones I had devised. And of course they were terrified of me. I was a giant towering above them, looming nearly as tall as the trees. I mostly left them alone, but would sometimes go and watch over them. They built strange houses out of six and leaves, not too dissimilar to the one I had built out of rocks before. I no longer had the need for such a thing. They even,

appeared to be able to wield fire and lit up the night in ways that I only seen from the thunder of an angry sky. As time went on, more and more of them would come and visit me, and I slowly gained their trust, even if their caution and fear never fully passed. I learned over time what their noises meant, and after some effort on my part, we were able to communicate quite well. They would often come to me and ask questions about the area, good hunting grounds, water sources, places to make a new village. After all, I had been almost everywhere. One day, some of them started leaving strange carvings in stone around where I slept. I asked one of them about the artifacts, a youngling who had come to ask for my help removing a mighty tree which threatened to fall

on his hut. He told me that they were left as offerings so that I might bless them with good fortune. He told me how their lives are hard and short, and then told me that a god such as myself could surely make their lives better. That was the first time I'd encountered the concept of a god. I'd taken any liking to these little ones, so I'd already been aiding them with my knowledge whenever they would ask for it, but he was right. I could do more, much more. I remember the look of terror on many of the little people's faces as I towered over their village. Perhaps they were expecting some wrath for a perceived slight. I can't know, but I quickly made it clear I was there to help by removing the offending tree and setting it out of harm's way. Our relationship expanded

quickly over the next few years, and they devised great and clever projects which took advantage of my size and relative strength. In those years, we accomplished in days what would have taken them decades on their own. Were it even possible at all? We even replaced the village huts with more durable collective structure, stone stacked so tall that they dwarfed the trees around them. The giant pile of boulders was carefully stacked to create living space to spare, a crude pyramid of sorts. I would later come to realize. Things went well for a while, and I took a very active role in the lives of my new friends. It reminded me of my old monkey friend from so long ago, except this time there were many, and I could speak to them and share my thoughts and feelings. It was

an exhilarating time for me. We dug trenches to allow water to reach areas where they could cultivate crops. We studied the stars together and speculated on the mysteries of the forest in the world. I watched friends be born, age, die, only for new friends to appear. After many, many years, though, the number of friends grew, and grew, and grew. Eventually, there were so many as they began to fight each other over what seemed to be the infinite bounty of the forest. Their noises changed, and I could no longer understand all of them anymore. Only the ones I remain near. They began to ask me for help or blessings, hunting other people, fighting other villages. I always refused. The tipping point came when the village I attended attempted to sacrifice a young girl in my

name in order to gain my support in an upcoming raid. I tried to tolerate them and understand them. but their pettiness had boiled over and I was exacerbated. There were too many people, too many villages, too many conflicts, too much sadness. It felt like I was crawling through the mud again, a dumb cripple, unsure what to do or where to go. And with little means to accomplish anything, I realized the moment they placed that little girl on the altar that I had forgotten what it meant to be helpless. So I accepted their sacrifice. I took the girl, and I left that village and never returned.

I went as far as I could away from that place, and I did my best to take care of that little girl. She was small and frightened at first, but grew to trust me over time. We traveled south until we reached a great cliff with a waterfall, far away from the little people. I built her a little house of stones at the top of the cliff right next to the waterfall, with a spectacular view of the forest below. I didn't even think to ask her name until she took the initiative to tell me much later. Names have no meaning in the forest, but I discovered it was Sassanite. An old and beautiful name I will never forget.

We were together for a long time. She grew up and once again more little people discovered us. Once again, they would come and ask for advice at first. And once again, their requests would grow to be increasingly more and more demanding, untrusting of the little people now. I would often withdraw or refuse to speak to them. Often I could not even understand their noises anymore. But Sassanite would take over and represent me and my stead

when the weight of it all became too much. She even put feathers on her head like me in order to gain some trust and status from the visitors so they would eventually come to understand that I trusted her. After a time it almost became expected that she was the one you would speak to when you came. to me. Which I was fine with. She never once misrepresented me. We were both children of a similar fortune, abandoned by fate, but then entrusted with something special we could use to help others,

and I knew she could be trustworthy. I slowly came to understand that she was good at what she did. I watched her men divides, forge alliances, and eventually, even end a war. I was a simple person of the forest, but she was a politician, and she knew how to use my name and power to change the little people to make them better. I loved her more than I even loved that little monkey. She was kind, gentle, but intelligent and uncompromising. She taught me things I had never heard of, things she learned of from our visitors. We had no needs. So knowledge was paid for with knowledge. Forms of what I would later find were arithmetic, astronomy, philosophy, and more slowly arrived a bit by bit, gave me a new window into the world around me. One, I had never given its due consideration,

despite being more ancient than many of the trees. It always amazed me that these little people were so creative and intelligent, and it was her. She was the one who, in the end, inspired me to put my faith in them again. I started to take a more active role once more, but being mostly stuck in one place, I studied and philosophized and tried to make myself useful to the little people in the ways I could. I slurped up knowledge, and I offered it back to anyone who asked. I was too big to move so freely around the woods now without lying ways to it, but the little people seemed more than happy to come to me. Sassanite even gave me a name, and while the little people had called me many things before, this was the first one I truly took to heart. And in those

years, my heart grew nearly as fast as I did. When she died, I was once again heartbroken. It was a tragic accident. Nearly 140 feet now, I was so massive it was hard to even move through the woods anymore without trampling everything in my path. I tended to just remain in the same spot near the top of the waterfall as a result and spent most of my time asleep or staring out over the vast and beautiful jungle, framed by the mountains hundreds of miles behind it. I don't know why she had come so close to me while I was sleeping that night, or what cruelty of fate caused me to roll over. When I woke up, I found I had accidentally crushed her to death. I could barely even recognize her.

I'd seen the little people cry before, but that was the first time I myself had ever truly wept. I hadn't even realized I was capable of it. I retreated deeper into the forest after that, avoiding everything. Everyone was so small, and I was so dangerously large.

I just wanted to go hide in a cave somewhere and never come out. But even finding such a large cavern now would seem nearly impossible. as was so often the case in my life. I do not know how much time passed, possibly ages, but eventually the little people found me again as they always did. But this time it was different.

They remembered my name. They brought me food and gifts. They once again asked for my knowledge and my help to save and improve their lives. I enjoyed their company despite my distrust, apathy, and depression. Eventually, though, they asked me to come with them to their town. and after much deliberation, I finally agreed. What I found when I arrived, there was a landscape drastically transformed,

the massive destruction of a forest replaced by farmland, and a great city made of stacked stone, much like the one I had made so long ago, but much more refined and massive. And the number of little people was uncountable. The forest devastation was so great that I could not even see the trees on the other side of the city. I just stood there towering over everything and felt horror ripple through me from my head to my toes. I felt as though this was somehow all my fault. I should have known this would happen.

I should never have helped the little people, for they were so smart that the forest itself had become their prey. Or maybe I should have helped them more. Taught them better to be stewards of the forest, not destroyers of it. I immediately left without a word back the way I came. They followed me yelling and crying my name for some while before eventually giving up and returning to their desolation of a home. I went further south, far further south. I dreamed about the bird from so long ago.

Was it the last of its kind? What destruction had I myself wrought on it, or its species when I ate its eggs? I wasn't intelligent enough to have such thoughts back when I did, but now it was always there in the back of my mind. How easy it truly is to do. destroy something beautiful out of sheer ignorance. I finally found a new cave, my cave, large enough for me to fit in snugly, and I went to sleep. As always, I do not know for how long, ages, most likely,

and once again I was awoken by the little people. They hadn't changed much by my perception, but their noises were new. It took me some time to understand them again, but once I did, they told me of how things were, an empire, they said, greater than any. before, in cities of stone which fed and housed vast numbers of little people. I could only barely imagine how so many of them could survive on the fruits of the forest, but they told me they no longer needed the forest. They claimed to have tamed the wilds. I remember at one point asking one of their supposed wise men what had happened to the old little people who I had once seen doing the same thing. He told me their cities had been abandoned long ago and they retreated back into the

forest. This gave me some hope, and I believed that in time they too would return to the forest. I did not tell him my thoughts, though. I simply sent him away. More and more of them flooded to me, and before I knew it they were erecting monuments all around my cave, destroying trees and slaying animals in the process. I tried to chase them off, but they would always eventually return. I fled them in a fit of anger one night, after years of fitful and interrupted slumber, and went further south. Eventually, I found another home, one of many in my travels, but it was suitable, deep, dark, and hidden in the bowels of a sinkhole. Nobody, but I, could get down this deep into the earth, so here I would finally be safe to rest. No more little people, no more sadness.

But this time it was a different kind of noise, grating, whirling, ripping noises. Alien noises and the smell of fire and ash. I don't remember how long it passed. But when I woke, deep in my hidden chamber, I knew something had changed. These were not noises of the forest or even noises of little people. I had to investigate.

When I peeked out of my cave, I stood up and looked over the trees to see smoke-filling the air and huge swaths of forest completely burned to the ground. I went to go see what was happening and observed the little people burning and chopping and tearing at the trees with strange tools I had never seen before.

Noisy tools. Violent tools. Some of them spotted me, and it wasn't long before they were screaming and fleeing in mass. I couldn't understand. There were no crops here, no city. Why were they destroying the forest, burning it to the ground even? Not even using the wood from the trees as they used to do. I walked through the devastation and saw it stretched out seemingly forever.

In the distance I saw strange buildings, very different from the stone and thatched ones I was familiar with. In vast herds of unusual animals I had never encountered before, the forest had turned to grassland at the hands of the little people. I stood watch over the area for a few years, frightening off those who dared trespass. I wandered around and patrolled, destroying the infrastructure the little people used to attack the forest wherever I found it. I took care never to hurt any of them. wasn't hard as they always fled in my presence. I became cold-hearted though and felt the little people were a plague, a disease I had allowed to fester. Once again, I believe this was my fault, and it was something I could have prevented. Time continues to pass. Many suns, many seasons,

many years. I remember one day I saw a strange bird fly overhead. I now know it was an aeroplane. But at the time it reminded me of the bird from when I was just a young cripple. giant and majestic. Beautiful. I tried to follow it, but it was far too fast, and I watched it disappear over the mountains. I remember wandering what new lands the bird would discover over there, maybe ones without little people. No matter how much I tried, though, I couldn't stop the destruction, always small groups,

simple tools, and a lot of fire. I could not be everywhere at once. I felt despair. Time passed, but an old man found me one day and spoke to me in new and unusual noises. At first I ignored him, but he persisted and slept nearby every night, refusing to leave. He would come every day and make the same noises at me. He seemed harmless, and I felt lonely. So on a way, I decided to let him stay for a while so that he might teach me the new noises.

We were eventually able to speak more clearly. He gave me his name, Fabio, and he was also born in the forest. He told me many strange, wonderful, and terrible things. He told me about the land was now used for raising. cattle. He told me about how the silver bird was in a fact machine created by little people. He told me what he knew about science and about history, about society, that there were entire nations of little people all over the world, that the little people had conquered it all. I came to feel he was like me, for he seemed saddened by it. He said there was nobody left who

understood the old ways, living in the garden and only taking what you require. He told me a few people believed in me anymore, that I was just a scary story told to frighten frontiersmen children or just a mythology told in schools, that those who claimed to have seen me were met with disbelief, and he said he had seen me as a child when I had run off his parents at the edge of the forest, and that he had spent his whole life searching for me since then. The little people were always full of surprises. I took him in, and his welcomed company and knowledge warmed me as he continued to hide in my cave. He taught me to play chess, He told wonderful stories and even brought me books.

I'd seen the scratchings and sewn from long ago in their meetings, but these were far more sophisticated. I learned to read, and I lusted after the knowledge. He would go out once every few months and bring back more books, photographs, and at one point even a motion picture for me, which I devoured greedily. Years passed almost in an instant, and I barely ever left the cave. Eventually, he told me I would need to face my fears and do something about the encroaching little people who grew closer every day. But I knew he could see my wounded spirit,

and he was kind and let me rest, never pressing me. He knew the little people had broken my heart, but what it broken can break again. And when he finally passed away a few years ago, I found myself alone once more. Timeless, not like a tree, but like the very stone I dwelt in. I knew everything around me was ephemeral. It was all going to change in. die anyway, so what did it matter what I did? And so I slept. I don't know how long. It might have been ages. Eventually, I was awoken again by the little people's noises. Well, in this case, you specifically, of course. I remember thinking of the time that I was half tempted to snatch you all up and carry you to the edge of the forest and tell you never to return, but I observed you from a distance without

intervening to see what you did. My trust of the little people was low enough by now that I was prepared to even squash you if you stepped a foul. To my surprise, you all were nothing but respectful of your surroundings. After several weeks of observing you, I saw you rescue animals, study the plants, record information. I saw you exploring and appreciating the wonder of the forest, just like the little people of old, just like I did. I realized you were the scientist and the old man had told me about. They are here to learn, not to destroy. And that was when I decided to make myself known. I knew you'd be terrified, but I was used to that at this point, and I still remember the look on your faces when I first presented. But when I managed to convince

you I was harmless, your innate scientific curiosity took over I can only assume. The same curiosity which drives me. I believe you are like the other little people I once knew, kind, loving, and well-intentioned. And that is why I trust you with my story. I hope you are able to share it and help me. while I was once called a god, I'm just as helpless as a baby snake crawling, crippled in the mud on the forest floor. I turned off the recorder at that point and looked up at the towering feathered serpent, unfathily large. I told him that was the last thing I needed, and that I returned to see him again as soon as I could.

He nodded in an understanding, but watched with a sorrow in his eyes as he slowly met our way into the woods, leaving the cave we had been exploring for weeks behind. My colleagues and I had expected to discover an immense undiscovered network with possibly un-cataloged species. We not expected to discover this particular uncataloged species. As I write this log of his recording, we're setting up camp less than a day from the airstrip where we will be picked up. I don't know if anyone will believe me, or if they will think I photoshopped our pictures,

but the rest of the team agrees we need to tread lightly, lest we bring him unwanted attention. But I have to do something. I still remember the first words he spoke to me. After all those first days of terror and uncertainty, not knowing if we discovered a monster, not knowing if we were going to die, but the monster turned out to be anything but. I will never forget what he said,

the first time he spoke to us. I've been watching you. Do not fear. I have been here a long time. The world is changing and I am crawling in the mud again. I was once a little forest snake, but I was given the name Quetzal the Colodal.

long ago by someone I loved very much. Now once again, I'm as helpless as a little snake. I need you. Every day my home gets smaller and the little people grow. Every year I must hide deeper and deeper to avoid those shiny birds in stinging smoke. I may look big to you, but I'm just a simple creature crawling in the mud. Please help me save my home. And all right, guys, that wraps up disturbing Reddit stories. I enjoyed these stories a lot.

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