My friends and I went hiking in the forest over
At first, I was sure something was growing out of me.
Thin, dark spikes pushing straight through my skin like a horror scene.
I froze, staring, imagining insects, parasites, tiny creatures burrowing beneath the surface.
My mind spiraled. Each second made it look worse, feel stranger, seem more unreal.
I replayed every step of that day, every brush against branches, every sting I ignored.
It turned out my worst fears were completely wrong.
After cleaning the area and gently examining it under better light, I realized those “spikes” weren’t moving at all.
They were stiff, brittle, and slightly glossy.
A bit of research and a closer look confirmed it:
they were just plant thorns, likely broken off from some brush or grass I’d pushed through on the hike.
Once I understood what I was dealing with, the panic faded and practicality took over.
I carefully removed the tiny thorns with tweezers, disinfected the skin, and watched the redness slowly calm down over the next day.
What had felt like a nightmare under my skin was really just nature being sharp and sneaky.
Sometimes, the scariest stories we tell ourselves are far worse than what’s actually there.
