Torsten McLellan (autotroph) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2019-05-17 21:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | #december 2017 |
Who: Torsten
When: Thursday, December 21st, 11pm
Where: Pomeroy Park
Warnings: PG-13 for drug use
Status: Complete
DMT. Dimethyltryptamine, a compound so mysterious that it was labeled the ‘spirit molecule’. Luckily, a shipment of a form you could smoke came in through point pleasant and Torsten came across it from a kid in the park who looked like he’d just started dealing. He was twenty at most and seventeen at the least. Torsten didn’t much care who sold it to him, only that he had something to keep his brilliant mind occupied, and there had been a shortage on all other hallucinogens. “Don’t get your knickers in a twist, I’m not a cop you twat.” He said to the kid who ran off in the snow shortly after hearing the word ‘cop’. Suited him just fine since he’d gotten what he’d came there for anyway.
Finding Neilan’s car in the lot, he got in and pulled out the foot long bong that he’d procured from a smoke shop earlier that day. “Yes, yes please.” He looked at the clock, it was 11:15pm. He recalled an old friend telling him about the drug.
Three pulls on a bong, he said, you might think you’ve gone too far when you reach two, but you must do the third. Your whole perception relies on that third pull, so don’t fuck it up McLellan.
Locked, loaded and ready, Torsten lit the bowl, sucked in, removed the stem and took the rest of the smoke into his mouth. On the exhale, he felt a tingle. “That wasn’t so bad.” He said aloud to no one, so he went in for his second hit.
By the time he exhaled a sudden fear of dread invaded his brain. Was this what an overdose felt like? He wondered, coughing a bit as he spit out the rest of the smoke. This wasn’t going to be right at all, he thought when the advice crept into his brain again.
Your whole perception relies on that third pull, so don’t fuck it up McLellan.
One more pull on the bong and as the smoke filled his lungs a sort of peace washed over him. The car around him fell away, as well as his entire physical form. He was in the woods, wasn’t he just in the car park at the city park? He glided through the trees, human figures appearing here and there. He must have disassociated and driven to the woods. Oddly enough, something was off about these people, they seemed pale, almost transparent and they didn’t speak. This was definitely a hills have eyes kind moment for Torsten and an uneasy feeling crept up on him.
In the distance he heard shouting, a voice so familiar he could have sworn it was his own. Drifting further and faster into the woods he came upon three people, none of which had the ghostly color like the rest of them. When one figure moved aside he could see the face of the shouting figure in the distance, it was him.
“HELLO?!?!” He screamed, at what looked like a deer but was hard to tell from this darkness. He heard the two closer figures whisper to each other. “Did you hear that? I think there’s someone out there.” One said.
“Nonsense, it’s quiet nights like these that you end up hearing all sorts of things, now keep quiet or we won’t be able to get this deer.” Replied the other.
Suddenly he tried to shout, tried to warn himself but the sound wouldn’t come out, probably because he wasn’t in any physical form at the moment. It would have been too late anyway, the shot was fired and he watched his body fall lifeless to the ground. Another shuffle and the other figures were by the other him.
“Holy shit, it’s a person. What are we going to do? We could go to jail for manslaughter, they’d take away our hunting licenses.” The paranoid one boasted.
“Not if there isn’t any body.” Said the calm one.
For what seemed like hours he watched the two figures, still too dark to see, dig a grave for his lifeless body. As they lowered him in he felt a hand on his shoulder and when he turned around, he saw a face he wouldn’t ever forget. So contorted, so dark, so dead. “Now you know the truth.” It said and pushed him back so that he was falling, and falling down a white tunnel with no end in sight. Suddenly he was in the car park at the public park again. He’d shut his eyes so tight that when all seemed to still it took him a moment to adjust his eyes. His heart raced and he was panting like he’d just been running. The clock read 11:30pm.