Story Submitted by Marc:
Allison and I had been on several dates. I was falling for her, but she was a little hard to read. I figured that I had nothing to lose by bringing her out stargazing on one of the warmest nights of the year, and making my intentions clear.
I drove her a little out of town to a field I knew, spread out a blanket and some snacks, and we lay down. I took her hand and kissed it, and she slid closer to me. It was a cloudless night, full of stars, and everything was just perfect.
Then, she jumped. "Shit," she whispered, "Did you feel that?"
I sat up. "No. What is it?"
"I felt something move underneath me."
"Let's move the blanket."
We stood up and gathered up the blanket. I turned on my flashlight, which was probably a mistake, and shone it down on the ground.
Two garter snakes, which had been under the blanket, slithered quickly into a hole in the ground. They startled me, for sure. Allison yelped and tore off, into the field.
"Allison!" I called after her, "It's okay! Come back!"
She didn't. I crumpled the blanket and food into a ball and jogged after her, in the direction I thought she went. I called for her for a while, shining my flashlight everywhere, but she didn't answer, and after several minutes, I had no idea where she was.
"I'll wait for you by the car!" I yelled into the darkness. I figured that she'd have to come back there, eventually. Of course, my cell phone had little to no reception out there, although I did get through once and left a message.
I returned to the car and put the lights on. She didn't show up, and finally, I grew tired of waiting and went out to look for her again. I called and called, but there was no response. I must have searched up and down every inch of that field for at least two hours.
Finally, deciding that she'd likely be back at the car by then, I went back to it. She wasn't there. I climbed inside to wait, and must have fallen asleep, as the next thing I knew, it was morning, and the windows were all fogged up.
She wasn't in the car. I jumped out, called for her, and she answered me. I looked around, and there she was, in a nearby tree, about 15 feet up.
I helped her down and asked her, "Didn't you hear me when I called for you? I was searching the field for hours, and I left the car lights on."
She said, "I know. It was a little obsessive and weird, so I climbed up in the tree and prayed that you wouldn't find me."
I laughed. She had to have been joking. She wasn't. She went on, "It's a little possessive and weird that you wouldn't stop looking for me."
I said, "I was worried about you. Should I have not cared and just driven away?"
She said, "No, but just going back to the car to wait was all you had to do. I was more afraid of you than of the snakes."
We drove back to civilization in relative silence. I dropped her off at her house and received a text from her not too long after: "You didn't have to leave a voicemail. Obsessive much?"
The whole situation turned me off to ever wanting to see her again, which, I guess, is exactly what she wanted.
Story Submitted by Marc: