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After we moved into our new house, my six-year-old son, Ethan, looked around with curious eyes. "Mom, you forgot my sister," he said suddenly.

Confused and heartbroken, I looked at him, my breath catching in my throat. Ethan had no sister—or so I thought. When we got back to our old house, I was confronted with a shocking truth

It was now clear to me that Ethan was not talking about his sister for nothing

Ethan was not happy

I was still a bit caught off guard by what my son Ethan had just said to me. The move to our new house was already quite the ordeal and I was absolutely exhausted.

Ethan had stayed the day at his grandparent's house and I was now finally ready to show him the house. He seemed to be excited at first. But as we were going from room to room, his expression slowly started to change…

I forgot his sister

Out of nowhere, he suddenly turned towards me and I could see on his face that he was very serious. He told me that I had forgotten to move his sister.

I could not believe how adamant he was about it. I took a second to compose myself and told my son that he did not have a sister.

He had always been an only child. I had no idea where why he would even think he had a sister…

He was screaming and crying 

But no matter what I told Ehen, he would not budge. It got to a point where he was actually starting to get really upset.

He started to cry and scream that he wanted to go back to their old house to pick up his sister. I did not know what to do.

I was very tired and our old home was at least an hour away. I asked Ethan if we could maybe go tomorrow, but that was clearly not an option for him.

Going back to our old house 

He refused to even sit down if we did not go to our old home, let alone go to sleep. Normally I would not condone this type of behavior, but I simply did not have the energy to be a strict parent right now and my son did seem to be honestly upset about this. It was clear to me that the only way this was going to end was with us heading back to the house

An hour-long drive 

So we got in the car and started to hour-long drive to the out old apartment. Ethan immediately stopped crying and was excited to see his “sister”

again. I tried to figure out what he could possibly mean. I already asked him for clarifications but did not get much more out of him.

He did not understand how I could possibly misinterpret the concept of a “sister”

No idea what Ethan meant 

I thought long and hard as to what Ethan could be referring to. There were a couple of things that had not been moved to our new home.

Those things would be disposed of in a couple of days as we did not need them anymore. But I could not see Ethan missing any of these items. The only way I was going to get any answers was by being at our old home…

Regretting my decision 

During the drive, I started to regret my decision to go more and more. I felt like I was almost falling asleep behind the wheel.

I was way too tired to be on the road right now. I was not sve whatsoever. But there was no way I could turn around now seeing as we were only 15 minutes out at this point.

I would just have to power through and then figure out later how we could get back.

A sigh of relieve 

When we finally arrived back at the house, I breathed a sigh of relief. This drive was a horrible experience and I was very glad it was over.

But there was no way in hell that I would drive back tonight. We would have to spend the night in the old house for sure.

And judging by how Ethan was doing in the back seat, I was sure he would not have a problem with that.

Ethan had fallen asleep 

After making all that commotion at the house about wanting to go back here, he was now firmly asleep in the backseat and had probably been like this for the last 15 minutes.

I expected that he would have woken up upon arriving, but he was still sound asleep. He did not even open his eyes when I lifted him out of the car and took him inside.

He clearly also had a long day.

I was a bit annoyed 

Part of me was annoyed that I had driven an hour, a very dangerous hour I have to say, just to come and pick up his “sister”,.

A sister that he did not even have. And after all that he was just asleep and it felt like this was all for nothing.

But another part of me also found it very endearing. Maybe all this was just an excuse for Ethan to sleep at our old house one more time.

Carrying Ethan inside 

I carried Ethan into the house, putting him down on my old bed, which was still there. He mumbled something in his sleep, but didn't wake up.

I sat beside him for a moment, watching his peaceful face, wondering what had caused this sudden obsession with a sister he never had.

The house felt eerily quiet, the familiar creaks and groans amplifying the strange unease that had settled over me since Ethan’s outburst.

Walking through memories 

I walked through the house, trying to think about what Ethan meant by his sister. Each room held a memory, but nothing that explained his insistence.

The living room, with its faded wallpaper and worn carpet, looked just as we’d left it. I paused by the old bookshelf, running my fingers over the spines of forgotten books.

Could there be something here that Ethan considered his sister? The thought lingered, heavy and confusing.

Searching for answers 

I searched the house thoroughly, finding nothing that could be his "sister." The attic, filled with dusty boxes and old toys, offered no clues.

I checked closets and drawers, even under the beds, but there was nothing unusual. My frustration grew with each empty room. “What did he mean?”

I muttered to myself. It was like chasing a ghost, something unseen yet deeply felt. The mystery of Ethan’s sister remained unsolved.

Belongings long gone 

Most of our belongings were already moved to the new house, leaving little behind. The emptiness made the house feel even more alien, almost haunted.

I glanced around at the few pieces of furniture still standing, their presence oddly out of place in the bare rooms.

It struck me how final this move was. We had left behind more than just furniture; we had left behind memories, and, perhaps, the answer to Ethan’s puzzle.

Frustration and confusion 

I felt a mix of frustration and confusion about Ethan's insistence on his sister. Nothing in this house made sense of his claims.

I sat on the old couch, rubbing my temples. “Why is he so convinced?” I wondered aloud. The silence of the house pressed in on me, amplifying my doubts.

As much as I wanted to dismiss it, Ethan’s belief was unwavering, and it gnawed at the edges of my mind.

Falling asleep quickly 

I lay down beside Ethan and fell asleep quickly, exhausted from the day. The events had drained every ounce of energy from me.

Ethan's steady breathing was a comforting rhythm, lulling me into a deep sleep. The room felt strangely calming despite the earlier chaos.

I was too tired to think about anything else, my mind shutting down the moment my head hit the pillow.

Sleep came as a welcome escape from the confusion.

Afternoon confusion 

I woke up confused and disoriented, realizing it was already afternoon. Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting long shadows on the floor.

My body ached from the uncomfortable sleep, and my mind was foggy. I glanced at the clock, shocked at how late it was. “Ethan?”

I called out groggily, half expecting him to be right beside me. The house felt eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the bustling morning we had.

Ethan's absence 

Ethan was no longer in bed; I called for him but received no response. Panic began to bubble up inside me as I checked the empty room. “Ethan!”

I called louder, my voice echoing through the house. I checked the bathroom, the kitchen, and even the backyard, but there was no sign of him.

The silence was deafening, and the sinking feeling in my stomach grew stronger with each passing minute.

Frantic search 

I began searching the house frantically, becoming increasingly worried. I tore through every room, calling his name louder each time.

Closets, cabinets, and every possible hiding spot were checked twice. “Ethan, where are you?” I shouted, my voice tinged with desperation.

The emptiness of the house seemed to mock my efforts. My heart raced, and fear clawed at my chest. It was as if he had vanished into thin air.

Growing concern 

My concern grew as I continued to find no sign of Ethan. Each empty room felt like a punch to the gut.

I couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. “Please, Ethan, answer me,” I whispered, my voice cracking.

The house felt like a maze, each corner leading to more questions and no answers. The thought of him being out there alone was unbearable, and I knew I had to keep looking.

Looking outside for Ethan

With Ethan nowhere to be found, I went outside to look for him. The yard was empty, just a quiet space filled with memories of his laughter.

I called his name, my voice straining against the stillness. “Ethan!” I walked to the edge of the property, scanning the street for any sign of him.

Each step felt heavy, the worry pressing down on me. My mind raced with possibilities, each one worse than the last.

Talking to the neighbor

A neighbor working in the garden had been there all morning but hadn't seen Ethan leave. “Have you seen my son?”

I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. She looked up, surprised, and shook her head. “No, I’ve been out here since sunrise.

Didn’t see anyone.” Her words did little to calm my nerves. I thanked her and moved on, the sense of urgency growing. Where could he have gone?

Wondering about the night

I wondered if Ethan had left in the middle of the night or was still in the house. The idea of him wandering alone in the dark sent a chill through me.

Had I missed something in my exhausted state? Or was he hiding somewhere inside, scared or playing a game? I had to consider every possibility.

The thought of my little boy out there alone was too much to bear.

Checking Ethan's room

Returning inside, I checked Ethan's room again, thinking about his "sister." The bed was neatly made, toys arranged as if waiting for a playmate.

I searched through his things, looking for any clue. A drawing on the nightstand caught my eye—a stick figure family, including a sister.

My heart ached with the mystery of it. I had to find Ethan, and understanding this drawing seemed crucial.

Desperate for answers

I felt a desperate need for answers and to find my son. Each passing minute without Ethan felt like an eternity.

I paced the living room, phone in hand, contemplating my next move. “I need help,” I whispered to myself.

The feeling of helplessness was overwhelming, but I couldn’t give up. There had to be something I was missing, some detail that would lead me to Ethan.

I was determined to find him.

Calling the police

I decided to call the police and reached out to my friend Steven, who worked there. My hands shook as I dialed his number. “

Steven, it’s an emergency,” I said, my voice breaking. He assured me he’d be there as soon as possible.

Hanging up, I felt a small measure of relief. Help was on the way. The house seemed too quiet as I waited, every minute stretching unbearably.

Help arrives

Steven arrived with a child psychology expert, and they began asking questions about Ethan. “Tell us everything he said about his sister,”

the psychologist urged gently. I recounted Ethan’s words, his insistence, and the drawing I found. Steven listened intently, nodding occasionally.

Their presence brought a sense of order to the chaos. I hoped they could make sense of Ethan’s strange fixation and help find him.

Focusing on the sister

The psychologist focused on Ethan's mention of a sister, finding it unusual for him. “Has he ever mentioned her before?”

she asked, jotting down notes. “No, never,” I replied. She seemed deep in thought, flipping through her notebook. “

Children sometimes create imaginary siblings, but this seems different,” she mused. Her curiosity mirrored my own, and I felt a small flicker of hope that we were getting closer to understanding Ethan’s world.

Searching the house

Steven started searching the house thoroughly while I answered the psychologist's questions. “Anything unusual happen recently?” she asked. “

Just the move,” I said, feeling helpless. Steven’s methodical approach calmed me somewhat. I could hear him opening closets and moving furniture.

“We’ll find him,” he assured me from the hallway. I clung to his words, hoping they’d lead to Ethan’s safe return.

Each moment felt like a lifetime.

Glimmer of hope

I felt a glimmer of hope that they might help uncover the truth. Their questions were insightful, their search thorough. “

We’re doing everything we can,” Steven said, giving my shoulder a reassuring squeeze. The psychologist continued her line of inquiry, probing gently but persistently.

Together, they seemed like a lifeline in this storm of confusion. For the first time since Ethan disappeared, I felt a small, tentative hope that we’d find him soon.

Understanding the sister

The psychologist struggled to understand Ethan's mention of an imaginary sister. “It’s unusual for him to be so insistent,”

she said, tapping her pen thoughtfully. “Most imaginary friends come and go, but he’s fixated.” I nodded, sharing her confusion. “

He’s never mentioned her before,” I reiterated. The psychologist sighed, clearly puzzled. “There might be something deeper here,”

she suggested. Her determination to unravel this mystery gave me a shred of hope.

A real possibility

She speculated that Ethan might be referring to something real, but not a person. “It’s possible he’s misunderstood something,” she said. “

Children often blur the lines between reality and imagination.” I listened intently, trying to piece together Ethan’s words. “

What could he mean by ‘sister’?” I asked, desperation creeping into my voice. “We need to consider all possibilities,”

the psychologist replied, her eyes scanning the room for any overlooked clues.

Steven's discovery

Suddenly, Steven yelled from Ethan's room, saying he had found something. His voice was urgent, cutting through the tense atmosphere.

I rushed toward the sound, heart pounding. “What is it?” I called out, my mind racing with possibilities.

Steven’s shout echoed through the house, a beacon of hope. The psychologist and I exchanged a quick glance before hurrying down the hallway, driven by the need to uncover whatever Steven had discovered.

Rushing to the room

We rushed to Ethan's ground-level room, following Steven's voice. My heart raced as we neared the door.

Steven stood by the closet, his face a mix of excitement and concern. “Over here!” he gestured us closer.

The psychologist and I exchanged anxious glances before stepping inside. The room, so familiar yet now filled with tension, felt like the center of a storm.

Steven pointed towards the closet, indicating where we should look.

Heart pounding with hope

My heart pounded as we approached, hoping for a clue about Ethan's whereabouts. The air was thick with anticipation.

Steven was crouched by the closet door, peering into the darkness. “There’s something here,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

I held my breath, praying this would lead us to Ethan. The psychologist moved closer, her professional curiosity piqued.

Together, we prepared to uncover whatever secrets the closet might hold.

Hidden in the closet

Steven wasn't in the room but inside the closet, having found a hidden hatch. I peered in and saw him kneeling beside a trapdoor. “Look at this,”

he said, pointing to the edges of the hatch. It was camouflaged, blending perfectly with the closet floor. The discovery sent a shiver down my spine.

“We need to see where this leads,” Steven said firmly, his flashlight cutting through the darkness below.

Staircase into the ground

The hatch led to a narrow staircase descending into the ground. Steven opened the hatch fully, revealing the stairs that seemed to disappear into the earth.

The air coming from below was cool and musty. “We need to go down there,” he said, his voice resolute.

I nodded, feeling a mix of fear and determination. We had to find Ethan, no matter where this hidden staircase led.

A hidden basement

I had no idea this basement existed, as we never used that closet. Steven went down first, his flashlight illuminating the steps.

I followed close behind, the walls closing in around us. “How could we not have known about this?” I muttered, disbelief coloring my words.

The stairs creaked under our weight, each step echoing the urgency of our mission. The basement felt like a secret world, hidden right under our noses.

Descending into the unknown

Nervously, Steven and I descended the stairs, entering a dusty basement. The air was thick with the smell of old paper and mildew.

Our flashlights cut through the gloom, revealing piles of boxes and books. “Stay close,” Steven warned, his voice steady.

I clutched the flashlight tighter, my heart pounding. Every shadow seemed to hold a secret, and every corner felt like it could hide Ethan.

We had to keep going.

Boxes and books

The basement was filled with boxes and books, unlike anything I had seen before. Dust covered everything, making it look like this place had been untouched for years.

“What is all this?” I whispered, more to myself than to Steven. He glanced around, his eyes narrowing. “

Looks like someone used this place for storage,” he said. Each box and book felt like a clue, a piece of a puzzle we had to solve.

Left by previous owner

I speculated that the basement items were left by the previous owner. The boxes and books seemed old, covered in a thick layer of dust. “

This must have belonged to the last family who lived here,” I said, more to myself than Steven. The thought of someone else’s life hidden beneath our home sent a chill through me.

“Maybe they left in a hurry,” Steven suggested, his eyes scanning the cluttered space

Searching with flashlights

We used a flashlight to look around the basement, calling for Ethan. “Ethan, are you here?” Steven’s voice echoed off the walls.

The flashlight beams danced across the piles of boxes and stacks of books, casting eerie shadows. I listened intently for any sound, hoping for a response.

The basement seemed endless, each corner revealing more hidden spaces. We moved cautiously, not wanting to miss any clues that might lead us to Ethan.

Anxious silence

There was no response from Ethan, increasing our anxiety. The silence was unnerving, amplifying our fears. “He has to be here somewhere,”

I said, my voice trembling. Steven nodded, his jaw set with determination. We searched more thoroughly, moving boxes and opening old trunks.

The weight of the unknown pressed heavily on us. Every second without finding Ethan felt like an eternity, the sense of urgency growing with each passing moment.

Handwritten diaries

The books we found were mostly handwritten diaries of a man who lived there. “Look at this,” Steven said, handing me a leather-bound journal.

The pages were filled with neat, careful script. “It’s a diary,” I said, flipping through the pages.

The entries detailed everyday life, filled with personal thoughts and reflections. “This might give us some answers,” Steven suggested.

The diaries felt like a bridge to the past, holding secrets that could explain the present.

Revealing a missing daughter

The diaries revealed the man had a missing daughter and lived in the basement as self-punishment. Each entry was filled with sorrow and regret, detailing his search for his lost child.

“He blames himself for her disappearance,” I said, my voice heavy with emotion. The pain in the man’s words was palpable.

Steven and I exchanged a look, realizing that this tragedy might be connected to Ethan’s mysterious sister.

The pieces of the puzzle were beginning to come together.

Calling for backup

Steven went upstairs to call officers to search the area and inspect the basement. “We need more eyes on this,”

he said, his voice firm with authority. I watched him climb the stairs, feeling a pang of loneliness.

The basement felt even colder without his presence. Alone with my thoughts, I realized the urgency of our situation.

I could only hope that the additional officers would help us find Ethan quickly.

Reading the diaries

I stayed behind, reading one of the diaries about the man's missing daughter. Each page revealed more about his heartbreak and despair. “

She was my everything,” he wrote in one entry. The pain in his words was almost unbearable to read.

I wondered how long he had lived down here, consumed by guilt. The more I read, the more I felt a connection between his tragedy and Ethan’s disappearance.

Paintings of a girl

The basement also contained numerous paintings of a little girl. They were scattered among the boxes, some framed, others just loose canvases. “

She must be his daughter,” I thought aloud. Each painting captured her in different moments, playing, laughing, even sleeping.

The love and detail in each piece were evident. I felt a chill, wondering if this girl was the one Ethan had been referring to as his sister.

Wondering about the sister

I wondered if this girl was the "sister" Ethan referred to. The resemblance between the paintings and Ethan’s description was uncanny. “

Could he have seen these before?” I questioned. It seemed unlikely, but the connection felt too strong to ignore.

The mystery deepened, and I felt an urgent need to understand how Ethan knew about her. The pieces of the puzzle were aligning, but the picture was still unclear.

Officers join the search

Two police officers descended the stairs to join me in the basement. Their serious expressions mirrored my own anxiety. “

We’ll start a thorough search down here,” one of them said, setting up additional lighting. The basement was soon brightly illuminated, revealing more of its hidden corners.

“We need to find your son,” the other officer said reassuringly. Their presence was a comfort, but my fear for Ethan’s safety continued to grow.

Thorough search begins

The officers placed a light in the room, beginning a thorough search. The bright beams cut through the shadows, revealing every corner and crevice.

“Let’s spread out,” one officer directed. They moved systematically, checking behind boxes and under shelves.

I stood by, my anxiety growing with each passing second. The urgency in their movements mirrored my own desperation.

Every noise, every movement heightened my anticipation, hoping for any sign of Ethan.

Anxiety intensifies

My anxiety grew as they searched, with Steven informing me the area check had no results. “No one’s seen him outside,”

Steven said, frustration evident in his voice. The realization hit me hard, deepening my fear. If Ethan wasn’t outside, he had to be in the house somewhere.

I clenched my fists, trying to keep my composure. The basement’s silence felt oppressive, each minute without finding Ethan adding to my dread.

Increasing fear

Nobody in the area had seen Ethan, increasing my fear. Steven’s report echoed in my mind, fueling my panic. “He has to be here,”

I whispered, more to reassure myself than anyone else. The officers continued their search, but the lack of leads was disheartening.

The longer we went without finding Ethan, the more my mind raced with terrible possibilities. The basement felt like it was closing in on me.

Discovering a coffin

The officers discovered a large, heavy coffin in the basement. “What’s this?” one of them asked, shining his flashlight over the ornate lid.

Dust covered the surface, and the wood looked aged. My heart skipped a beat at the sight. “Why would there be a coffin here?”

Steven wondered aloud. The air grew tense as we all stared at the eerie discovery. It was an unsettling twist in our search for Ethan.

Hesitation and wonder

They hesitated, wondering if it contained the remains of the man or his daughter. The officers exchanged uneasy glances. “We need to open it,”

one finally said, his voice firm but laced with apprehension. Steven nodded in agreement. “Be careful,” he warned.

The weight of the moment hung heavy in the air. Whatever was inside could be the key to understanding this mystery, and potentially finding Ethan.

The suspense was almost unbearable.

Preparing to open coffin

The officers donned protective gear, preparing to open the coffin. Their movements were precise and careful, reflecting the gravity of the situation.

“We don’t know what we’ll find,” one of them said, his voice muffled by the mask. Steven stood beside them, his expression tense.

I watched from a few feet away, my heart racing. The anticipation was unbearable, each second stretching out as they readied themselves for the unknown.

Cautious revelation

They opened it cautiously, revealing Ethan inside, crying and frightened. His tear-streaked face looked up at us, eyes wide with fear. “Ethan!”

I cried, rushing forward. The officers quickly lifted the lid, freeing him from the confined space. Ethan’s sobs echoed in the basement, a mix of relief and terror.

“It’s okay, buddy, you’re safe now,” one of the officers said gently, trying to calm him down. My heart ached seeing him like this

Comfort and relief

The police picked up Ethan and carried him upstairs, comforting him. His small body trembled in their arms, but his crying began to subside. “

You’re safe now, we’ve got you,” the officer reassured him. I followed closely, my hand on Ethan’s back.

The oppressive atmosphere of the basement faded as we ascended, replaced by the comforting familiarity of the house.

Ethan clung to the officer, still shaken but beginning to calm down.

Following with relief

I followed, relieved the coffin was otherwise empty. The thought of what could have been inside still sent chills down my spine.

As we reached the top of the stairs, I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the past hours lift slightly. “Thank God you’re okay,”

I whispered to Ethan, kissing his forehead. The officers set him down gently on the couch, their faces a mix of relief and concern.

Ethan's explanation

Once Ethan calmed down, he explained he'd been visiting the room for over a year. “I saw her, Mom. She’s my sister,”

he said, his voice still trembling. His words were a shock, but they began to piece together the mystery. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

I asked softly. “I thought you wouldn’t believe me,” he replied, tears welling up again. His honesty was heartbreaking, revealing the depth of his secret world.

Ethan's sister in paintings

Ethan explained he felt the girl in the paintings was his sister. “I saw her, Mom. She talked to me,” he said, clutching my hand.

His conviction was unsettling, but his sincerity was undeniable. “She looked just like me,” he added, pointing to one of the paintings we brought upstairs.

I glanced at the image, a hauntingly familiar face staring back. The connection Ethan felt was profound, and it broke my heart

Fear of leaving her

He believed I knew about her and feared I wouldn't take her to the new house. “I thought you knew she was my sister,”

Ethan whispered, his eyes searching mine for understanding. “I was scared you’d leave her here,” he confessed.

His fear was palpable, a mix of confusion and longing. I hugged him tightly, tears in my eyes. “I’m so sorry, Ethan. I didn’t know,”

I said, my voice cracking with emotion.

Hiding in the basement

Ethan hid in the basement, wanting to stay with her. “I didn’t want to leave her alone,” he explained, his small voice filled with determination.

“She needed me.” The thought of my son feeling this responsibility weighed heavily on me. His innocence and compassion were both beautiful and heartbreaking.

“We’ll figure this out together,” I promised him, stroking his hair. The basement had been his sanctuary, a place where he felt connected to his sister.

Taking a painting home

I decided to take one painting to the new house for Ethan's sake. “We can bring her with us,” I said, choosing a portrait that seemed particularly meaningful to him.

Ethan nodded, a small smile breaking through his tears. “Thank you, Mom,” he whispered, hugging me tightly.

The painting felt like a bridge between the past and the present, a way to honor his feelings while moving forward.

Closure for the family

The police located the previous owner's family, giving them closure about their great-grandpa. “We’ve found some diaries and personal items,”

Steven told them. The family was grateful, their faces a mix of sorrow and relief. “He was always searching for her,”

one relative said, tears in her eyes. The mystery of the missing daughter and the old man’s guilt was finally resolved, bringing peace to those who had wondered for so long.

Man Finds Weird-Looking Snake, When Ranger Arrives, He Says, "It's Is Not What It Seems"

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When Peter first encountered this snake, he knew that he had found something special. But his curiosity quickly got the better of him.

Because when Peter got too close to the snake, he was bitten by it. But that seemed to be none of the concern of the ranger that was with him.

The only thing that seemed to matter to him was that Peter was never supposed to see this snake in the first place... 

Bitten by the snake

Peter was in a complete state of panic. He had no idea where the ranger was bringing him, and his hand was still bleeding profusely.

He had no idea if the snake was poisonous or not. All he knew was that he needed to go the hospital, but he was pretty sure that that was not where the ranger was heading...

Where was he taken?

The ranger had not spoken a word to him after he told Peter that he was never supposed to see the snake.

And by the way, the ranger pulled him into his truck afterward, Peter knew he was in trouble. But he could barely think about that now due to the pain of the snake bite...

Peter was stunned to silence

Peter was crying out for help, but when the ranger finally reached his destination, Peter quickly fell completely silent again...

But what was the explanation for the strange-looking snake? Why was Peter never supposed to see it, and where had the ranger taken him?

No normal snake

This was not a normal snake. Peter was not even sure if it was a normal animal. It had just come out of nowhere and scared the hell out of him.

He was alone, about a mile away from civilization, and nobody knew where he was. If he was bitten by a snake here, that would probably be the end of him…

There shouldn’t be snakes here

And even though Peter was very aware of this fact, he was not really keeping an eye out for snakes around him.

He was traveling through the forests, but that was not supposed to be normal snake territory. It was way too cold here for them. But again, this is obviously not any other snake…

Brightly colored

Luckily for Peter, even though he was paying close attention, this snake was almost impossible to miss.

Nearly everything around him was green and brown, which would normally be perfect camouflage for a snake. But the animal was actually strangely brightly colored…

Was it poisonous?

Peter did not know much about snakes, but he remembered that it was very rare for animals to have these kinds of color patterns as it took away their ability to hide.

The only kind of animal that still looks like this is normally very poisonous, and they use the colors as a warning.

Taking a picture

But Peter mainly associated this with frogs or smaller amphibians. Whatever this snake was, it was strange, and Peter knew that he did not want to get close to the animal.

However, he did take a picture of it and pinned it on his map where he found it. Maybe somebody knew more about this animal.

James sees the snake not moving

The snake itself did not seem to have much interest in moving. It had crawled out from its cover and had just nestled itself right in the path that Peter intended to take.

Not wanting to take any risk, Peter decided to turn around and head back to his hotel. But he was anything but done with this animal…

Walking back to the hotel

On his way back to the town, Peter decided to make a post about the snake on his social media. He did not expect anybody to know anything about it but just thought of it as a bit of fun.

He knew that his ex-girlfriend loved animals, so maybe he could get her attention back by posting the picture.

Sharing location of the picture

He also shared the name of the forest where he had encountered it. But this was precisely what made the post stand out to people outside of his followers.

And these people were not happy with what they saw.

Peter does not see the seriousness of it

Completely unknown to Peter at the time, a lot was going on behind the scenes after he made the post about the snake, and before he even got back to the hotel, it was already removed.

This has never happened before to Peter, so what the heck is happening here?

Shocked of what is happening

Peter only noticed this when he got to the hotel. He knew that he had posted it because he still had some messages regarding the post in his inbox.

Had he violated some terms of services he did not know about?

Mysterious phone call

But Peter had no time to really question it or re-upload the post, as he was suddenly called by an unknown local number.

Strange as he knew nobody was here and had only arrived two days ago. Who could have his number?

What have I done....

The voice on the other end of the line sounded deep and stern. He told Peter that he was calling on behalf of the local wildlife protection authorities and that they had to talk to him.

Peter was startled by the situation that was happening now, and he was also wondering how this man was able to get some phone number.

This situation is getting weirder each minute...

Thinking what to do

They had seen the picture he had posted of the strange snake and wanted to ask him a couple of questions about it.

Peter was confused, but the man made it clear that he did not have much of choice. The man even knew which hotel Peter was, so escaping would be pointless.

He should have never taken that photo....

Seeing as Peter had no idea what else he was supposed to do in this situation, he decided that he would just fully cooperate.

He did not want any trouble, but that was exactly what he had gotten himself into. If only he had never taken that picture of that snake, Peter thought.

Setting a meeting point

Peter was supposed to wait at the entrance to the forest, and there, a ranger would meet up with him.

Peter was then supposed to take the ranger to the exact spot where they encountered the snake. He fully cooperates with the ranger, as Peter could already hear from the voice that you can't mess with this ranger.

Walking to the meeting point

Peter was nervous as could be making his way over to the forest. He had no idea the trouble he was in, but he could already feel like something was not right here.

Peter just had a nasty gut feeling that this might not end well for him....

Don't mess with the ranger

The ranger arrived just minutes after Peter did and did not even greet him or introduce himself. He just looked him straight in the eye and told Peter to start walking.

Peter felt fairly pressured by the ranger, and he didn't dare to argue with it him.

How to find this snake in the massive forest?

The ranger was following an increasingly nervous Peter closely without saying a word. Peter just did not know what he was expecting.

The snake had to be gone by now anyway, it had been hours when he saw that snake, so finding the snake in this massive forest was nearly impossible...

He could spot some bright colors

But when they got to the spot, Peter was actually very surprised to see that the animal was still there.

Even though Peter doesn't have that great eyes, he can still spot the snake from quite a distance due to its bright colors of the snake.

A foolish decision

Maybe a bit foolishly, Peter decided to get close to the snake to get a good look at the animal. Seeing as the snake was still in the same spot, he feared that it might have died there.

But that was not the case at all as out of practically nowhere, the Snake latched out at him!

This doesn't look good...

It all went so quick that Peter barely had time to process what happened. He felt a stinging pain in his hand and slowly started seeing blood pour out of it.

He quickly started getting lightheaded as he turned back to the very angry-looking ranger...

No hospital for Peter

This entire situation didn't look good for Peter. He was short of breath and had intense pain in his arm, but it seemed like the ranger didn't care about this.

Peter begged to bring him to the hospital, but the ranger simply didn't care. The ranger was taking him somewhere other than the hospital...

A case of death or life

As Peter and the ranger walked on to a secret place of the ranger, Peter felt worse and worse. He really needed to go to a hospital because he felt like he was dying.

He begged the ranger again to go to the hospital, but the ranger said, "We're almost there." But where? They are in the middle of the forest.

A strange building

After what felt like forever but was probably only 10 minutes, they arrived at a big and modern-looking building hidden deep in the forest.

Peter was sure that this place was not on the man. It did look that maybe people there could help Peter.

Another ranger gives explanation

The ranger immediately took Peter to another man who was sitting outside on his laptop. Peter wanted to go outside to get some medical help, but he didn't have a choice, as he was put to the table in front of the man.

He immediately started to ask questions to Peter about everything.

Passing out

Peter could barely understand the man, let alone answer properly all the questions the man was asking Peter.

He really needed medical help here, and Peter's body gave up and he passed out. He was barely alive...

Waking up in hospital bed

Suddenly Peter woke up in a bed in a room that looked like he was in a hospital. He felt a lot better so he seriously thought he might have dreamed everything about the ranger taking him to a secret hidden place, however, this turned out not to be the case....

Handcuffed to bed

Peter was handcuffed to the bed, and the joy of feeling better immediately turned to sheer panic. Why was he handcuffed and where is he?

So many questions went through his head but Peter knew that he had to get out of here, fast!!!

Shouting for help

Peter didn't really know what to do, so he just sat and yelled for help. Perhaps there was someone out there who could help him leave this strange place.

After minutes of yelling, someone finally came but not who Peter had hoped....

The ranger again....

The ranger who brought Peter to this terrifying location earlier walked into the room, and Peter could tell by the look on the ranger's face that he was not there to go help Peter.

Despite being aware of this, Peter begged the ranger to assist him, but in vain....

Peter is helpless

The ranger started questioning Peter right away about how he got into that forest, where he li,ved specifically, and whether or not he has family.

The ranger's questions initially struck Peter as absurd, but when he added, "We can't let you go," Peter realized why he asked those kind of questions.

Peter needed to get out of here

After the unpleasant conversation with the ranger, the ranger left the room and Peter knew right away that he had to get out of here as soon as possible if he wanted to stay alive or go back to his normal life.

This was his moment to escape!!!

Cracking the handcuffs

Peter was handcuffed to the bed, so he had to find something which could help him to release him from the handcuffs.

Maybe something like tweezers or a hard object which he could use to smash the handcuffs. He looked around and there he saw it....

A tweezer

A pair of tweezers appeared in a drawer on the nightstand. This was the ideal way to unlock the handcuffs.

He kept attempting,  but all of a sudden he heard a noise coming down the hallway toward the room. Is that the ranger?

Unlocking handcuffs

Fortunately, it turned out to be nothing. Probably just someone walking past his door. So Peter goes ahead and after minutes of struggling, the handcuffs finally came off.

Okay, what now, Peter thought. He has to be careful here.

Carefully through the corridors

As peter was carefully walking trhough the corridors, he suddenly sees the other man who was asking questions before he fainted away.

He seemed very concerned about something and was rushing to a room.

What to do?

Peter wondered if he should just leave or maybe find out what this secret place had to hide. He might uncover something big here.

But it might also risk his entire life. Peter felt he was in a dilemma. What should he do?

Following the man

Peter eventually decides to follow the man and investigate what all this mysterious place is hiding. It is apparently something no one knew about considering it is completely hidden in the woods.

Peter could possibly uncover something big.

Crowded area

After following the man, they came to a hallway that was overwhelmingly crowded with people shouting all sorts of things.

It seemed like something was wrong here, and Peter was determined to find out what this was.

Changing clothes

Peter wants to go into the room to see what's going on, but he can't do this with these kind of clothes he's wearing now.

He has to change into normal clothes. After looking around, he comes across a room where staff clothes were hanging. What a stroke of luck!

Changing clothes

Peter quickly goes to the room and changes himself into normal clothes. Now, he won't stand out from the rest because it was overwhelmy crowded, so now nobody would notice his presence.

Peter thought to himself, "All right, it's time to enter the room."

Heated discussion in the room

Peter stepped into the big room with all the officers. Everyone was talking and yelling at each other. An officer was even saying: "

We have to tell this to the world. We can't hide something like this from them!" Then some other agent totally disagreed and urged him to keep his mouth shut.

Almost busted...

If even agents were saying these things, Peter wondered what it was because it would be something big.

When Peter saw some agents from the place, he knew he had to keep away of them. In order to obtain all the information, he went some other agents.

Don't get the attention here

Peter was searching for some officers who seemed like they would be simple to persuade. He noticed that Arthur appeared to be feeling a little anxious; if some officers noticed this, the game would be over.

But he was just about to pick the agents when he saw the otherwordly find. It would be something Peter would never forget.

Weird egg with extreme sound

They had taken the whole creature with this kind of egg. It looked like it was going to burst, so why were all these agents discussing it?

They had to make sure that this egg was carefully saved. The sound coming out of the egg then intensified, and the egg began to move.

It looked like something was coming out of it. Everyone stopped discussing and went to the egg, and then something amazing happened....

Again the weird looking snake

It produced a strange snake, but in the end, it was discovered that it was harmless, so everything turned out well.

There is no need to hide anything, but the government shouldn't be so paranoid about some things. There's nothing you need to cover up for civilization.