I never understood the people that find joy in camping alone, at night, in the woods. Dark, & again, alone 🫣 I’ve read enough Creepy Pasta & heard enough Mr Ballen to know nothing good happens in the woods after dark…

More power to you OP, you have way bigger cojones than me. Glad you’re safe.

I literally had the whole damn movie play out in my head. Damn. I hadn’t even realized I’d been watching a movie play in my head off of OP’s woods. I really hope you make it out of this, your a great story teller. Especially under the pressure of whatever that is oozing under the door coming to get you.

I wouldn’t attack it now. Seems to me whatever shape this thing is in, it’s got to be in its weakest form. I wouldn’t be Fucking petrified to have to try jump over this thing & make a run from it, but you gotta try. I hope for your sake that the bathroom door opens outward, & maybe you can plow the rest of whatever is on the other side over, & try to make a break for it. Or go on the offensive & stomp the shit outta whatever it is. Hopefully if it’s flat & one dimensional you can beat on it with whatever you have handy…?

Clearly I’ve put some thought in how to try & evade this mutant, cuz I’m rooting for you to make it out. Perhaps selfishly, but I really need an update.

I also need to know more, If your husband did his best, & couldn’t comfort the demon spawn, what’s going on at your house all these months?? Is he alive? Does he know you gave birth to Pazuzu?? Wonder if he sees Junior the same way you do, or if he takes a different form? Either way, my curiosity would have gotten the better of me, & I hope you find out, for my sake.

Or dad knew that when daughter got pregnant she would spawn Satan, so he looked at Hudson as a means to an end & just hated him knowing what his daughter would go through just having a child.

Give the kid back. Send the whole ass kid back. Even if you have to pay for shipping, Do It. Keep your receipts, try for a refund, but return that damn kid.