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===== [[include component:preview text=This will be the day that I die ]] ===== [[include :scp-wiki:theme:creepypasta]] [[>]] [[module rate]] [[/>]] [[div class="parapost"]] ##blue|**White_Shadows**## 04/05/2016 (Wed) 17:12:51 #76114863 ------ Here's something you won't see often on Parawatch. For the last few years, there have been rumours of a "haunted pack" around my high school. Cannabis that makes you go crazy when you smoke it, in addition to a variety of other drugs. You know, the type of bullshit rumours you'd be fed during the height of D.A.R.E., based on vague anecdotes of bad trips and stories of shitty synthetics. Despite this, I have never met a single person who actually had one of these "haunted drugs". Since I graduated three years ago, I've considered myself something of a psychonaut. I've done a wide range of substances, had good and bad trips and saw things I could never even imagine were possible for my mind to conjure. And, until recently, I haven't thought of my high school's "haunted drugs" twice. I was on a walk through the nearby woods with my family, having all come together for Easter, when I stumbled upon a very…weird spot in the ground. It was clear that something was buried there, with everything around it being disturbed and there being small piles of dirt nearby. I decided to check it out the next day and, lo and behold, there was a wooden box containing a stash of drugs, with smaller boxes labeled "molly", "shrooms", "acid" and "weed" inside. There was also a note, reading "I am sorry, Joseph". No idea what that was about. I highly doubt this is the "haunted pack" I have heard about, but I figured it would still be fun to check. I intend on taking each substance over the coming days. [[/div]] [[div class="parapost"]] ##blue|**White_Shadows**## 05/05/2016 (Thur) 18:25:23 #76114863 ------ Trip Report #1 I decided to start off easy with the weed that was in there. Around three and a half grams in total, though I smoked only half a gram. I decided to go for a bong hit, as I didn't have tobacco to roll up a joint. All in all, I took three hits over the course of 1 hour. It took a few minutes to actually hit me, but as it did, I felt...normal. I was relaxed, joked around with my roommate, calmly listened to some psychedelia. I find mid-60's stuff the best when I'm high-high, I used to rock that stuff with friends during camping trips. Beatles were the most obvious pick, but I decided to go for 13th Floor Elevators this time. There was this...sudden anxiety I felt, during the offset. I can't really put it into words, but it felt like remembering a very unpleasant memory, except the memory wasn't actually there. I started tweaking out a little and took a shower, after which everything came back to normal and I just enjoyed the rest of the day. Conclusion: No "haunting" detected, but it made me tweak out a little by the end. It was also very weak. Sorry to disappoint! Trust me, I wished to be possessed by the weed ghosts too. [[/div]] [[div class="parapost"]] ##blue|**White_Shadows**## 07/05/2016 (Sat) 11:35:17 #76114863 ------ Trip Report #2 Alright, this one was...I frankly don't know what to think about it. I decided to go for the molly. There were 4 capsules in there. I decided to go for only one this time. I did it in the morning (I work night shifts) and began to feel its effects less than half an hour later. As I laid down on my couch, I began to feel as if I was on the most comfortable waterbed known to man. I began chatting to my roommate about random stuff, I think it was something about how expensive video games have been getting. I wasn't really responding to them, though, as my mind was wandering in weird places every time they talked. I was thinking about nature, warm fires, parties, I even imagined myself driving a car near a kind of lake area. That's when things started to go south. Suddenly, I sprung up, feeling anxious and as if I had some weird sticky substance covering my hands. I looked down at them and there was nothing there, but I still made a quick trip to the bathroom where I began to wash them, if only to calm myself down. I vividly remember closing my eyes while the water was still running and seeing these weird visuals. They were vague, almost amorphous, pillars with something on top of them, and small figures moving between them. They looked pretty vague, though, and vanished the moment I opened my eyes back up. Feeling even more fucked up, I opted to sit down on the front lawn and wait this out. The rest of the trip wasn't very notable, though the sun did feel as if it was ten times brighter than normally. Because of that, I spent most of it just staring at the grass below me, sometimes laughing to myself or contemplating existence, depending on what came to my mind. Otherwise, nothing of note had happened. Conclusion: Way freakier than cannabis, but still, nothing very notable. I did also have this vague feeling of nostalgia afterwards, but it passed whenI went to sleep. Wouldn't say it was "haunted", but it was a weird experience. [[/div]] [[div class="parapost"]] ##pink|**Arvkonik**## 09/05/2016 (Mon) 11:35:17 #96182163 ------ Everything's alright there? Are you alive? [[/div]] [[div class="parapost"]] ##blue|**White_Shadows**## 11/05/2016 (Wed) 19:41:57 #76114863 ------ Trip Report #3 Hey! Thanks for checking. Yeah, I'm not dead yet, just didn't have time to try the other substances out yet. I decided to leave the acid for last and tried the mushrooms instead. I went for 4 grams, which was almost all of what was in that box. I've taken more before, and figured that if I am going for it, I might as well be serious about it. They took much longer to kick in than I thought they would, and for around an hour, I felt very little. I did have work only five hours later, but I assumed I would have long since come down. And so, I bit into the shrooms and put on The White Album before sitting down and closing my eyes, waiting for the trip to finally start. I don't remember that much of it, so most of the following have been recounted by my roommate, who was very kind as to trip sit for me and follow me around later on. Almost right after I felt the effects begin, I got a sudden urge to call a friend of mine, at least that's what I claimed. I was stopped from texting or calling while high, thankfully, but the actual number I tried to type was just 6's and 7's repeating without any real pattern. Despite that, I was still feeling well and began to relax right after, even humming //Helter Skelter// to myself (even though I don't really like that track). Stuff took a turn for the worse as I was peaking, as I suddenly got the urge to go out into the nature. Not into my backyard, mind you, but the nearby forest. My roommate agreed and followed me as I did, during which I would alternate between crying and laughing. Every time they asked me why, I just said I was feeling very nostalgic. I remember having brief flashes of childhood and teenage memories during this point, but I can't tell you what they were. I ended up breaking down and hugging a tree while bawling my eyes out. I distinctly remember the feeling of a pain in my stomach and of my throat closing down. I always had these sensations where I witnessed something gory or otherwise unpleasant, like seeing roadkill. I don't think I had any hallucinations related to it, however. I did see a tent and an extinguished bonfire near me, though we could only agree on the latter being there. It was a camping spot, though, so it's fully possible they just missed it. Following that, I started to slowly come down and my roommate began to guide me back to our apartment. I did have some vague hallucinations and saw some geometry on our way, but it wasn't anything notable. I called in sick and spent the rest of the day calming down and laying in bed. It's the first time I ever had substantial memory loss after mushrooms. Conclusion: Horrible trip, and I had no idea what I was doing for most of it. Definitely much spookier, and I can't explain a lot of things I saw or did during it. Really makes me excited for what the acid might do. [[/div]] [[div class="parapost"]] ##blue|**White_Shadows**## 15/05/2016 (Mon) 08:27:33 #76114863 ------ Trip Report #4 I apologize if this post is a little less coherent than the previous two. I am still coming down from the trip as I write this and there is a lot going through my body and mind right now. I am sorry. I took two tabs of acid around 2 PM. I did not have my roommate with me, as they had to leave town for a couple of days. I decided to hop on call with some friends and we talked and made plans for a while. It hit hard, but it was beautiful. I saw colours brighter than I have before, faces kinder than I have ever met. We decided to set off. I was so sorry. The drive was great, the lake was so clear. I cursed myself for not packing swimming trunks with me. I would have loved to take a dive, to forget about daily life and to forget about what happened. They comforted me, told me it wasn't my fault. Joseph was looking prettier than ever that night. We had a guitar with us. It was horribly off tune but we made it work. We sang //Yesterday// and //Lucy In the Sky//. The visuals were so pretty, I just looked into the forest and saw it melt together and vibrate and the night sky felt like it had more stars than ever. Maria told me they got back together, don't remember under what name. She said they had this big sun symbol as their new album cover. I think she called it "3 something EST". I embraced him. I embraced Joseph, and he embraced me. I felt love, I wanted him, I wanted to kiss him. And then, then he looked at me, terrified. So did Maria. He was angry. He asked me what was wrong with me, if I was a [WORD BLOCKED BY THE PARAWATCH CONTENT FILTER] I punched him. I punched him once and then I was on the ground and there were so many rocks around us and I looked at my arms. They glowed in so many colours, including red. I began to cry, so did Maria, so did everyone. Everyone but him. I am sorry. I apologized to her, I apologized to him, I couldn't do this anymore. She looked and I asked her if she would call the cops and she said that she wouldn't. I wish she did. I am sorry, Maria. I am sorry, Joseph. I am sorry, everyone. [[/div]]