THE MONEY SNAKE MAKES MY FEET VERY SMELLY

THE MONEY SNAKE MAKES MY FEET VERY SMELLY 

The Dark Side of the Money Snake

_Warning: This story contains themes of loss, grief, and supernatural elements_

I need to share something that’s been weighing on me, something I can barely say out loud. A few months ago, I got involved with a money ritual involving a snake, brought back from Tanzania in a black three-legged pot. At first, it seemed like a dream come true – money started flowing, and I thought I’d found the answer to all my problems. But the cost? It’s been devastating.

The night after I brought the snake home, I dreamt of my mom being buried inside it. A day later, she was gone, killed in a car accident. And the pot? It was full of cash. This wasn’t a one-off – the same thing happened with three siblings and my grandmother. Each time money poured in, someone close died. I started to wonder if the snake was cursed, if it was feeding off my loved ones.

The weird stuff didn’t stop there.

Since getting the snake, I’ve developed this gross smelly feet problem. Like, seriously smelly. I try everything – new socks, different shoes, the works – but it’s like something’s stuck. And at night? Forget about it. Some nights, I wake up to this heavy feeling on my feet, like something’s sleeping there. I turn on the light, and guess what? The snake’s curled up on my feet, staring at me with those cold, unblinking eyes. I freak out, shake it off, but it’s always back. It’s like it’s guarding me, or maybe waiting for its next payment.

I’m sharing this anonymously because I want to warn others: be careful what you seek. In some cultures, snakes symbolize power or renewal, but this wasn’t that. It was a curse. I’ve tried to get rid of the snake, but it’s like it’s stuck to me. I’ve moved houses, tried rituals to cleanse the place, but it just follows. The money’s still coming, but at what cost?

I’m still trying to process my grief and make sense of what happened. If you’re considering chasing quick riches through rituals, think twice. The cost might be too high. I wish I could turn back time, undo what I did, but here I am – stuck with a snake that brings money and death, and feet that smell like hell.

The snake’s become this twisted presence in my life. Sometimes I wonder if it’s a manifestation of my own guilt, a symbol of my greed. But then I see it staring at me, and I know it’s real. It’s like it has its own life, its own agenda. I’ve tried to research what I can do, how I can get rid of it, but everything I find just says it’s a myth, a legend. But I know the truth. This thing’s real, and it’s killing me.

I don’t know how much more I can take. The money’s not worth it, but it’s like I’m trapped. If you’re reading this and thinking about playing with forces you don’t understand, stop. Just stop. Your life’s worth more than any amount of money.