#(and the writers who never gave us the Gas dirty 30 we needed in the first place so i have OVERCOMPENSATED something ludicrous)

[aria-ashryver]

cas been waiting 500 years to smash ever since he seen gabes tiddies

HE HAAAASSSS IT HAS BEEN A LONG TIME COMING!!!! 😤😤🥵🙌👀🚑🔥🔥

they are gonna spend a long time c

CHAPTER IS NEARLY DONE Y'ALL I just need to tidy up the final scene a bit and do the HTML shit then hooooooooooo i shall post

it's an 11k chapter.

of

gas

smut

[with two little sprinkles of angst at the O'Rinn residence for pacing and character development reasons but like]

???????????

what the actual fuck????

[spookyreddit-blog]

Long one here! But please stick with me. Last year a friend and I went on a long road trip to New Mexico. We camped most of the way, and our first night we got to camp we spent in the Jefferson national forest at a campsite in West Virginia. We had found some pamphlets for camp sites at a gas station and we drove out to a place called white rocks campground, which was like a 25+ mile drive up a dirt road into the mountains. We were in the boonies.

On our way in we saw no cars except for one truck that was behind us for maybe 15 minutes, but then turned down another road. We passed a huge coal factory with a sign that had said "62 days since an on site incident." The only people we saw on our drive were standing on the side of the dirt road, huddled around a plastic bin that was on fire. It was all so odd, but we were so excited about camping and being on this trip, we were just laughing about how weird it was instead of not being worried about having A) no cellphone reception or B) being so deep into the mountains.

We finally get to the campground and it is completely empty. Not a single car or person to be seen, and this campground had about 30 sites. We drove around all them trying to spot anyone, but when we realized it was just us we picked a random site and decided to just stick it out. We got out of the car and stood there and just listened. The silence was startling. I love being in the woods, I've never felt scared or intimidated to be out there, but there was such a different feeling this time. There were no bird sounds, it was just thick, silent woods. This was straight up Blair Witch.

It was getting dark quick and we decided to start a fire and put up the tent to try to get comfortable. My friend was in charge of the tent and I was putting together the fire. While we were trying to go about our business, we would both stop and listen. My friend even made the point that if anyone was to approach us, at least there were crunchy leaves everywhere for us to hear it coming. See where this might be going?

I thought we were just freaking ourselves out, but it really felt like someone was watching us. It was the first time in my life I've understood what that feeling is. I had goosebumps, I wanted to leave, but I kept my cool for my friend (turned out she was also internally freaking out, but trying to keep it cool as well). Finally the fire is started, tent is up and sleeping bags ready and the sun had completely set. Sitting around the fire together, the darkness seemed to close in so close to us that it felt suffocating. My friend brought out a book to read aloud and make us feel more comfortable. While she was reading, I grabbed my headlamp and would occasionally turn it on and look around me. I had had the feeling since we pulled into the campsite, that someone was out there in those woods. It was pitch black, and our fire was a beacon.

My friend and I decided FUCK IT LETS GO TO BED. We'll just go to sleep quick, then pack up in the morning and GTFO was our thought process. We put out the fire, and I decided to grab the one knife we had on us that was still in the car, and keep it beside me in the tent. After getting into our sleeping bags, my friend pulls out her cell phone to see if she had any cell reception. Nothing still. She tried to dial her boyfriend just in case, and I remember saying out loud "we have no reception out here, it won't work."

We laid there in silence watching her phone trying to dial out, but it disconnected. And if that was not the perfect fucking cue, suddenly about maybe 20 feet off to the left of our tent, there were footsteps. These weren't footsteps that quietly built up, these were footsteps like someone had been standing behind the tree near our tent and started walking towards us. Those crunchy leaves were doing their job. We. Fucking. Froze. Just stared at each other, eyes wide. The footsteps continued to walk towards the tent, then turn to go behind for maybe a couple yards and then they stopped. Silence again. These were heavy booted footsteps, with the same pattern that would be a person walking, not a bear or a deer. My friend grabbed my knife that was laying by my bag and grabbed her headlamp. She unzips the tent and gets out and stands in front of the tent, knife out, looking around the area. She's a goddamn warrior. It was maybe 45 seconds of silence as we listened for more footsteps or voices. I could see the light from my friends headlamp dashing around the trees, but there was nothing there. She stuck her head back in the tent and said "we're getting the fuck out of here" and then we in record time packed up everything of ours in probably 10 minutes and flew out of there. I'm amazed thinking back on it, how we didn't loose our heads, we kept our cool while packing (but still internally screaming in terror). We only had our head lamps on, and the whole time we were packing up I kept thinking how the hill people would grab us and pull us into the darkness, and we were completely helpless if they did. It didn't feel like it was really happening, maybe that's why we were almost completely calm while packing. Like there's no way this is actually happening on our first night camping, we must just be freaking ourselves out... I still felt like we were being watched, but we sped out of there once done.

Now here is where the hill people hunting us was confirmed. As we pulled out of the campsite, there were two black dirty trucks pulled off to the side of the road, hidden in the trees almost but still clearly visible. They had definitely not been there when we pulled in earlier, and the closest residential homes were maybe 15 miles away. We didn't see anyone around them but we didn't stop to look. We got to a motel and stayed a night there and told the story to the motel owner, who was amazingly sweet and comforting and even gave us some cash even when we left that next morning for us to use for another motel if we needed. I promised that man I would give him a good review..

I will remember every detail of that night for the rest of my life. The feeling like we were being watched, hearing the footsteps so close to us suddenly, the black trucks...If anyone out there is a good writer I would love to have someone put this in writing for me (because I'm a terrible writer, and this post itself is probably godawful).

TL;DR: went camping in the deep west virginia mountains, felt like being we were being watched and heard footsteps outside our tent and saw trucks by our campsite after we packed our shit up to GTFO. Don't go to White Rocks Campground.