Warning: The following stories are not for the faint of heart. Or the faint of stomach.
I once knew a man who was consumed by an unholy terror. His name was Dave, and his fear was the s'mores. It started innocently enough: a simple campfire snack, a handful of marshmallows, a pinch of chocolate... but soon he was trapped in a never-ending cycle of sugary despair.
Read on to discover the horrors of Chapter 2: The Sugar High
Or, if you're feeling brave, try Chapter 3: The Spoonful of Sacrifice
Some say it's the combination of textures: crunchy, chewy, gooey. Others claim it's the psychological manipulation: "Just one more bite, just one more bite...".
We've collected testimonials from victims of the s'mores terror:
Seek help if you're experiencing s'mores-related anxiety:
This site is entirely fictional, but the terror is real.
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