The Rich Man Who Wasn't Real: My Strange Encounter with a money snake man
Have you ever experienced something so strange, it felt like a dream? I did once. I dated a man who seemed perfect, but he turned out to be something far stranger than I could have imagined. Everything about him felt like a dream. The wealth, the mansion, the life he promised—it all seemed perfect. But what started as an exciting adventure soon turned into a terrifying ordeal I can't forget. This is my story.
It all began when he invited me to stay at his mansion for a night. I had heard so much about him—his wealth, his luxurious lifestyle—and I was curious to see it for myself. When I arrived at his mansion, I was in awe. The house was massive, bigger than anything I had ever seen. The walls were lined with expensive paintings, the floors were covered in rich carpets, and the air smelled of perfume and polished wood. It looked like the kind of place you'd see in a movie, and I couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated.
After a tour of the mansion, I was shown to a guest room. It was beautiful, with a large bed and soft sheets that made me feel like royalty. I decided to take a nap, as I was feeling a little tired from lord knows what. I didn’t think much of it—until I woke up the next morning.
When I opened my eyes, I found myself staring at something I could never have imagined. There, right in front of me, was a huge snake. It wasn’t just any snake—it was enormous, at least 12 feet long, and its skin was a bright, shimmering mix of colors. It looked like something out of a fantasy story, with every shade of red, blue, green, and yellow. Around its neck, it wore a set of colorful beads, almost like jewelry, giving it a strange and hypnotic look.
At first, I couldn’t move. The snake’s eyes were locked on mine, its tongue flicking in and out as if it was sizing me up. It was clear that I was in danger, but for some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to panic. I simply sat there, frozen in place, wondering what to do next. The snake didn’t attack, but it didn’t move either. It just stared at me, and I could feel my heart racing. The room seemed to close in around me, and I realized I needed to escape.
I had heard that snakes don’t always attack unless they feel threatened, but this one seemed different. It wasn’t just a snake; it was something far more menacing. I began to inch my way toward the door, all the while keeping my eyes locked on the snake. The last thing I wanted was to make a wrong move and provoke it.
Then, as I moved closer to the door, I remembered something. My grandmother had always told me that wearing a wool waistband could help protect against harmful spirits and even certain dangerous animals. It was an old tradition, one I never truly believed in until that moment. As luck would have it, I was wearing a wool waistband that day—a gift from my grandmother that I had tied around my waist for protection, even though I thought it was just a superstition.
When I was almost at the door, the snake suddenly flicked its tongue and began to slither toward me. It wasn’t fast, but it was enough to make my heart skip a beat. The snake’s gaze never left mine, and for a second, I felt like I was caught in some kind of trance. But then, something happened. As the snake drew closer, it stopped just short of me, as if it couldn’t go any further. It stared at me for a long time, and I felt like I was in some kind of standoff with this creature.
That’s when I remembered the wool waistband. Maybe, just maybe, it was this simple piece of cloth that had saved me from a terrible fate. The snake seemed to recognize it, as though it knew it couldn’t get past whatever force the wool was holding. I was able to slowly inch my way to the door without the snake following. As soon as I stepped out of the room, I quickly slammed the door shut behind me, breathing a sigh of relief.
Looking back now, I still wonder what would have happened if I hadn’t been wearing the wool waistband. Would the snake have attacked me? Would it have killed me? I’ll never know, but I do know that without that protection, I might not have made it out alive.
I didn’t waste any more time. I ran down the grand staircase, my feet echoing on the marble floors. I didn’t even bother looking back. I just needed to get away from that place, and fast. I burst through the front door of the mansion and out into the open air, gasping for breath. The house behind me looked so grand, so inviting, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. I couldn’t shake the image of that snake, and the fear that still gripped me.
But when I stepped outside, I was hit with something even more terrifying—the mansion was gone. As I looked around, I saw only trees, stones, and tall grasses. I was standing at the top of a mountain, and there was no sign of the mansion anywhere. No roads, no houses, just the wilderness around me. How could that be? I had been inside just moments ago, yet now I was in an entirely different place.
The only thing left in the distance was a huge, dark cave. It seemed to swallow the light, like it was alive and waiting. My heart pounded harder than it ever had before, and I couldn’t help but feel that I was being watched. My body was shaking, but my mind raced even faster. How had I ended up here? What was happening?
I didn’t want to think about it too much. I just needed to get out of there. I began to walk, then run, hoping to find my way back to civilization. But as I moved through the dense trees and thick grass, I realized how far away from everything I truly was. The air felt different, heavy with something I couldn’t explain. I couldn’t see any other houses or people, just endless nature stretching out before me.
Days passed, and I kept walking. I didn’t know how I survived, but somehow, I kept going. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I stumbled into a small village. The villagers were kind enough to take me in, but when I told them what had happened, they were terrified. They knew about the mountain and warned me how dangerous it was. They said no one dared to live near it, and they wouldn’t risk helping me for fear of angering the snake. But they gave me directions to the nearest police station, which was 100 kilometers away, and even gave me transport money. I was grateful, though I couldn’t understand why I was so far from home in the first place.
The police were able to help me get back home, which was a long 600 kilometers away. The strange part was, when I had traveled to the mansion, it had only taken 20 minutes. How could I end up so far from home, only to return to the longest journey of my life?
When I finally made it back home, I tried to put the events behind me, but my body wasn’t the same. I began to experience terrible headaches that wouldn’t go away. Soon after, I developed a persistent lung infection that still lingers to this day. I don’t know if it’s from the time spent on the mountain, or if it’s from the strange encounter with the snake, but I do know that the experience changed me forever.
I still don’t understand what happened that day, what I saw, or how I made it out alive. But I’ll never forget that snake, that wool waistband, and the feeling that I was caught in a dream—one that’s still haunting me to this day.
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