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So there I was, looking at the mirror as the acid finally wore off. I need to make you understand something. This was no ordinary acid. I had had countless trips before, and if you have ever dabbled with halucinatory drugs you'll know that when you are having a good time, then it's the most unbelievably fun adventure you can ever experience. But when something sets you off, when something makes you worry or paranoid, then theres only one direction: down! Well, this particular acid sent me so far down I reached the earth's core.

As I already said, this was no ordinary acid. Well, let me get something straight, nothing about that party was ordinary. Least of all the person who had given me the sugar cube. Going to a party where you dont know anyone is always uncomfortable. I had sat down on the couch next to a wierd guy wearing his hood up inside. My first thoughts about that was here's another hardcore thinking he's hell, trying to look cool by hiding his face. This party seemed to have a lot of wigga's and other unfriendly looking types, so in the back of my mind I was keeping alert for trouble. The last thing I felt like was having someone start on me for no reason while I waited for my friend to buy his weed.

'How ya goin?' I said to the hood, trying to give the impression that I was perfectly justified to be at this party.

I felt like the moment I had entered the house with my friend, everyone had been looking at me. That's the sort of sensation you get sometimes when you're uncomfortable. I would glance at people as I walked past. I guess, thinking logically, these people would see me coming out of the corner of their eyes, and glance at me too. The eye contact would follow, as they realised they didn't know me and quickly glanced away. But all I would see, from my perspective, is people looking at me, looking annoyed and then looking away. I would walk away feeling like they were still watching me. Paranoia is a wonderful thing.

'Good' the hood replied.

I wasn't really wanting a conversation, so I was a little wierded out when he had turned his head to stare at me long after I had sat down. His voice hadn't sounded right for some reason. It was as though I had heard it through a pair of headphones, like the noise of the party didn't stop me from hearing him clearly, even though the tone sounded like he was whispering.I looked around the room trying to avoid peoples gazes, and all the while i could see him from the side staring at me. Finally I got a bit annoyed and looked straight back.

'Yeah?' I said as I made a shrugging motion. 'you want something?'

He held out his hand to give me something. I looked at his face, but the hole from his hoody made it impossible to see him clearly. I just got a vague hint of eyes that seemed to be enormous, staring as though in deep concentration.

'Take it' he whispered

'Why, what is it?'

'Acid cube.'

'Acid? Um...I don't have any money man so...'

'You can have it.'

'I can have it?' I said unbelievingly, 'You sure man?'

He simply kept his hand outstretched. I looked again at the gap in his hood, and despite the fact that I couldn't really see his face, I got the distinct impression that he was dangerous. I felt an overwhelming desire to be away from this guy, and was immediately sure that refusing the drugs would be a mistake. I took it, and almost without thinking, I put the sugar cube he had handed me in my mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it.

'Thanks man, that should make things interesting' I joked as I stood and walked away without waiting for a response. I couldn't wait to get away from him and get the hell out of this house. As I walked away he said;

'We all get tested every day.'

Again there was the strange feeling of being able to hear him above the noise of the crowded room. I glanced back in confusion to where he sat three or more metres away. He had his head turned away from me, apparently looking across the room at something else. I looked at him for a second longer. Im sure my face said that I was confused. I kept walking then, determined to find my friend and get the **** out of there.

This is when strange things started happening. No acid should start working a few minutes after being taken. But this did! It was only small things at first. I walked around that house looking for my friend, and every now and then my attention would get caught by something. An ad on a t.v. saying call carpet cleanerers, on 333 666 999 . That's an unusual number I would think. I heard a snatch of conversation saying; 'My favorite numbers 666 man!'. I walked past a girl saying; 'when were you born again?' ' on the sixth of the sixth eighty six'

What were the chances of hearing or seeing the number 666 three times in rapid succesion? The way these numbers seemed to be aimed at me! The t.v. seemed to jump into my vision, the room seemed to fall silent so that I could hear the conversations. I saw a group of guys with shaved heads looking at me, and they were not friendly. I took my mobile phone out of my pocket to pretend that I got a message and hoped that they would ignore me. I realised that the keylock on my mobile was not on. While in my pocket the phone had been bumped and dialed a number; 666! The call was already going, so I put the phone to my ears to listen, but I heard static that was so loud it hurt my ear.

I needed to get out! these wierd things that I kept noticing were making me start to panic! Why did everything seem so unreal? I must have completely forgotten about the acid. I almost walked into a couple having a fight who were yelling 'C*NT! you F*CKING *******!' at each other while everyone in the room pretended not to see them. It was unbelievable! I thought I must be imagining them, a young girl and an old bloke who looked like a biker, with tattoos that seemed to wriggle and twitch up his arms screaming at the top of their lungs and throwing bottles at each other. No-one even moved to stop them! It felt like I was the only one seeing them, and my growing state of panic made it worse.I found my way out-side.

Moving into the night air seemed to activate the hallucinatiOns! I rememb3red with a sud-den panic that I had taken the sugar cubee. I sat on a step in thE back yard of the house, and looked at grasss that se-em3d to be mAde of a p4int that moved in PLaces. gLANcing at a row Of THREE park-ed caRs I r3alised that the Num-ber Plat3s re4d: YOU666, WIL666 and DIE666! My hands looked likE they were growing old and wrinkled, and 7hen suddenly would be Young again! I was breathing heAvily and starting to reallly freAk out. WhAT iF I GET BbashED? I lOOked aRround at Fazes THAT lOOked Likeee demmons, GlAnciG tA ME wihT HIDEOUIS EY3Z!!! Su666enly,  tHEere was mY friend! Thank GOd!!1!

'ARE YOU OK????????' he seEmeEd to be ScrEaming aT me.

'Oh Maaaaaan iM INTR ouble m-m-maNNnnn' I looked Up T0 s33 his facE, and rEalis3d taht hiZ FAC3 WAS No longgEr his FACE! iT Was the h0odED mAN aagiain!

 'You will survive this night if you are willing to change' H3 s4id wi7h peRfect ClaritY!

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Posted by Reverand 2007-12-30 20:49:00 Trippy! I've never done drugs, but I had a friend who did. He had an experience like this one, and it scared him to the point that he went into rehab. So this story is creepy, because I can see it really happening. I'd definitely recommend this to teenagers today. + Report this comment
Posted by Captain Morgen 2007-12-30 21:55:16 .... Awesome story. pretty fucked up experience but cool at the same time. + Report this comment
Posted by psYchic_spOnge 2008-01-21 10:52:31 awesom good recommendation man. I liked the way you started mixing in numbers and font changes near the end as the acid really started to take hold. it gives you the sense that the story is really linked to the character when it starts deteriorating and getting increasingly fucked up as his mind does. I especially liked the su666enly. + Report this comment
Posted by Pez 2008-01-24 08:41:33 Scary ultimatum. The message I think you're trying to project is a good one: Stay away from drugs kids! Though the 666, I think was employed incorrectly. It seems you connected it to something demonic or diabolical... but, biblically the number six is more used as a symbol of imperfection. Something that is not perfect would be someone like Man. One of the reasons we know this is because the number 7 is used in the Bible to make reference to something that is perfect or complete (as is God and his celestial organization)... and since 6 falls short from 7, we can deduce that it means something imperfect, something so very obviously inferior to Him. Something that is also imperfect and that does not meet God's level would be Satan worldly organization, i.e.: the Political Powers of today and the past... but that's a pretty deep subject... My message: Read the Bible... it's pretty enlightening. It's a book, give a shot. Uhh, I think I strayed from the story a bit... sorry. Good story Dirk. + Report this comment
Posted by Dirkin 2008-01-24 17:57:02 .... I have read parts of the bible, but I never knew that! I was more aiming towards the characters increasing paranoia, to him 666 is the sign of the beast and he feels that it is being aimed at him! Thank you for your comment! + Report this comment
Posted by Pez 2008-01-25 08:08:07 You're absolutely right. And I was going to post a second comment making reference to that. YOUR character was having the 'hallucinations,' not me! Everything came from his perspective and from what he knew; and to him 666 was a number associated with something demonic, The Beast... + Report this comment
Posted by Pez 2008-01-25 08:11:34 Oh! I'd also like to point out, that I liked how you reflected his growing paranoia unto the font. Excellent. + Report this comment
Posted by thirteen 2008-02-24 00:52:24 .... This reminded me of when i was a kid, after a bad trip i saw my mon and dad with their heads on fire.I threw a jug of water on them, only to realise i was halicunating.Grounded for a week.Good story Dirkin , i thought the start was so true, when you walk into a party and everyone stare.That always panics me, good one dirkin. And remember kids drugs are bad! + Report this comment
Posted by tarhead 2008-02-28 02:09:24 when you mentioned this, i said to myself - i thought i read that. but nope, i didn't. what i think is weird, is that when you started the font/number shift i had a hard time reading it - then before i knew it, i was breezing along. well done! + Report this comment
Posted by Crazy Scott 2008-04-16 09:32:21 Dude... I did acid about six times, TRYING to see walls melt, or angels singing, or any of the other really out there visuals that you hear about when talking to 'sid heads. Never saw anything, so I quit trying. So, while I got the message, I also have to tell you that this was a really great write, man. Top notch! + Report this comment
Posted by Dirkin 2008-04-16 16:56:20 .... Yeah apparently quite a few people get no effect from it. Thanks for reading man + Report this comment
Posted by Zombie Punk 2008-05-09 23:35:58 .... cool. FOr someReason I couLdnt stop laUghing while reaDing this. I liked how you changed fronts and did the numbers in the words. good story + Report this comment

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