This story based on my life incident story is myserious and unpredictable of surprise Story such a based on very horrific moment of my life. it was a day that began not like a normal day the night comes with unsettling happens in my life
| This all. About introduced me to weed and besides one weak trip on shrooms, that was the extent of my experience. I’d heard stories from Iris about past acid trips and wanted to try it out so she said she would see if she could find tabs for us to take. What a mistake. When I got to her place, there was already someone else parked in the driveway. Her boyfriend, Jessie, sold weed as a side gig, usually to our coworkers, so it wasn’t atypical. I let myself in and she greeted me with a squeal. “Took you long enough! Jessie’s in the garage with Tom. He’s got some good shit. Really pure… have you met Tom?” She asked. “I don’t think so. Wait is he the chemist friend?” They had mentioned him before. Tom was a childhood friend of Jessie’s and on track to get his phd in chemistry. His research was on psychedelics. The dots were starting to connect. “Yes! I can’t believe you guys haven’t met yet! He’s been working on a compound variation and swears this shit is the best the lab has ever made” She led me to the garage, where the guys were smoking a blunt. The familiar skunky sweet smell enveloped me and we joined their rotation. Iris introduced us and Tom was friendly. “Bout time I put a name to the face. Iris never shuts up about you!” This was something I’d heard often when meeting Iris’ other friends. I had never had such a loving friendship. She would often joke that we’d run away together and Jessie and I would share a look, bonding over her nonsense. We stayed in the garage for a while, chatting and smoking, before Tom got ready to leave. He passed a ziplock containing a single strip to Jessie. “Have fun and be careful! Just remember, don’t look in the mirror on this stuff, it’ll mess you up.” He said the last part with a tinge of seriousness. We all said our goodbyes, and he drove away. “What did he mean about the mirror?” I asked Jessie. Despite my excitement, I was a little nervous. Jessie laughed, “Don’t worry, just a general precaution. Things get weird on acid and you won’t look like yourself. It can be easy to get spooked and ruin the trip, but you’ll be fine.” I was satisfied with his reassurance. Jessie had begun dabbling with drugs a young age and I trusted his vast knowledge. “Alright it’s time, let the trip begin” Iris held up the bag and excitedly danced around us. Iris and I ceremoniously placed a tab under our tongues and waited for it to dissolve. Jessie, ever the gentleman, would wait to take his until after our come-up to make sure I reacted okay. After about 45 minutes, things started moving in my peripheral. A non-existent breeze making everything sway ever so slightly. Colors started becoming more vibrant and I couldn’t stop giggling. “It’s happening!” Iris exclaimed, joining my laughter. Jessie left to take his tab, taking my surge of joy as a good sign. Iris had prepared for the trip with an arsenal of activities for us to enjoy. We blew bubbles, listened to records, tried an assortment of fruits, painted, and watched cartoons. We were having a great time. Hours had passed when suddenly I became very aware of my full bladder. I stood up and announced to the pair that I needed to pee. Iris and Jessie doubled over in laughter. “Don’t get lost in there!” Iris responded in a silly, singsong voice. What a fitting warning that would turn out to be. I entered the bathroom, stumbling a little as if I was drunk. Using the toilet was the strangest feeling I’d had yet that night and I giggled to myself. I went to the sink to wash my hands and noticed my reflection in front of me. I was looking at the bottom of the mirror, watching the print on my shirt dance before my eyes. I slowly took in more of my reflection, moving up to my mouth, staring at the distorted reflection of my smile. It seemed too wide, but I had gotten accustomed to everything being a little off throughout the trip. Warning bells started ringing in my mind and Tom’s words came back to me. As I was processing, my gaze shifted upwards involuntarily, as if someone was lifting my chin. I made eye contact with myself. My eyes were… wrong. They contained empty blackness with an impossible depth instead of the amber they were supposed to be. A feeling of panic set in, quickly replaced by the rush of movement. Kind of like when you drift asleep and wake up to the feeling of falling. I blinked and when I opened my eyes all I could see was a metal door maybe 20 feet away. It was lit by a white orb in front of it. I whimpered. I was completely sober in that moment and looked around. Impossible darkness, blacker than black, was behind and below me. I closed my eyes again, hoping that when I opened them I’d be back in the bathroom, but sadly I had the same view. My mind raced with possible explanations until I noticed the orb was moving, ever so slightly, the consistency like a blob in a lava lamp. I stepped closer and the orb grew brighter, only illuminating the vast darkness around me. “I must be having a bad trip” I thought to myself. I walked towards the orb until I was only a foot away. The light was incredibly bright now and the orb looked like it was made up of thousands of tiny, independently moving lights. It was beautiful and I wanted nothing more than for the orb to envelope me in its glow. I reached out a hand, and the orb seemed to mirror me, sending out a small tendril of light. It wrapped around one finger, so cold my brain registered it as a searing pain. I tried to jerked my hand away but it was stuck now, covering more and more of me. I started to scream from the pain, and before I knew it, my mouth was covered, muffling the sound. The frigid white matter moved up over my eyes, rendering me blind with its brightness. It blanketed my entire body. The cold was wrapped so tightly around me I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I woke up in the dark. The orb was opposite the door now, farther away than before, making the vast blackness of the room feel suffocating. I roll onto my side and felt the pressure of something underneath me, small and hard, digging into my ribs. I reach for it and breath a sigh of relief. I had my phone in my pocket and it must have fallen out when I rolled over. I unlock it and try to call Iris. Nothing. Of course there wouldn’t be any signal in this desolate prison. I look up and see that the orb has moved closer, as if it sensed that I was up and moving again. It has its tendril reaching out to me. I get to my feet slowly and back away from it. The tendril grows longer, getting closer to me. I can feel the ache from it enveloping me earlier and I cannot fathom feeling that pain again. I find myself bumping into the door. My hand reaches shakily behind me, searching for the knob, and to my surprise it twists open. I’m now in a room with an incredibly large screen. I can’t tell if I’m laying down or standing. I see the bathroom again, but everything is muted as if there’s a white vail. I wasn’t in pain, but felt covered in a cold numbness. I was sitting in the bathtub and could hear banging on the door faintly, Iris yelling my name. I willed my body to move, but it’s as if my body is disconnected from me. I got up and walked back to the sink, facing the mirror. I didn’t want to look at my reflection again, fearing I’d end up in the same strange darkness, but I felt myself forced to look into my eyes. The blackness was still there, for a moment, before shifting to amber. I felt relieved before seeing the sickly wide smile that was still plastered on my face. My heart dropped into my stomach as I saw my body move towards the door. “What the fuck?!” Iris yelled upon seeing me. Jessie looked concerned. I was relieved to see them. I wanted nothing more than to give Iris a hug and tell her the nightmare I had just endured. Instead I heard myself speak, “Sorry about that!” It was my voice, but it sounded almost mechanical, void of any emotion. My body left the bathroom. “Did you fall into the toilet or something? We’ve been knocking forever!” Iris’ voice a mix of worry and anger. “I think I’m going to call it a night” I heard myself say. “What? No… You probably shouldn’t drive right now…” Jessie started. “It’s okay, I’m fine” I tried to scream, to stop myself from moving farther away from my friends, but nothing happened. I was trapped in this new room with no way of communicating. I was walking towards their door when the screen went back. I couldn’t see anything around me, completely blind with the absence of light from the “screen”. I was still able to move my arms and patted my pockets. My phone was still with me. I opened it again to look at my settings. No WiFi, cellular data, or phone signal still. But then a notification pops up. Reddit suggesting a post I should check out. I don’t understand how this was able to come through, but I click on it and open the app. I start typing out what’s happened to me. The screen turns back on and I’m in my apartment. I stand in my kitchen. I will myself to rub my eyes and make my veiled vision clearer, but my arm doesn’t move. I have no control over what’s happening on screen. I see myself approaching my front door. The clock in my living room shows that it’s 1:07pm, Wednesday November 29th, 2023. What felt like just a few minutes on my phone has actually been 4 days. My hand grabs my keys and continues out the door. I have a briefcase in my other hand. I’ve never owned a briefcase in my life. I get into my car and start driving. I leave my small college town in a direction I’ve never traveled. Highway turns into back roads, then gravel roads. The car stops. There’s nothing around indicating where I am, just endless forest on both sides of the road. My dashboard reads 1:46pm. My body exits the car, walking towards the tree line, briefcase in hand. I should be heading to my genetics class. I’d give anything to hear the boring drone of my professor’s lecture right now. I’m so scared. If you’re reading this, it means somehow my post has gotten through. |