*Rewrite Demon encounter.

Day by day, I blasted my depression, fears, and joy into this drawing. A variety of my deepest thoughts lingers on these pages. My influences came solely from shrooms back in tenth grade. During my third journey on shrooms I experienced a phenomenon that changed my life FOREVER. A group of friends that I used to hang out with took several drugs, each person differing in amount. One of my friends and I took approximately an eighth of shrooms. The others were high; myself included. In addition, they also took small doses of mushroom stems prior to distribution of who payed what.

Well we all waited for about half an hour when...FFFFOOUUUU Www.... as best I can describe it, my vision, warped like when a stone is thrown into still water. When I looked around, I adored everything. Expect my friends because they were verbally fighting over social dominance. From this energy, I partially believe they created an atmosphere that attracted a dark entity that came from the sky or the shadows. The reason I point out that it came from the sky was because it appeared from a thick mash of sticks and leaves. It was a MASSIVE shadow. I thought that a plane was passing over until the fulminated darkness persisted. Then I thought maybe it’s my mind playing harsh tricks on me. ''The shadow thing is moving what the fuck. Oh shit. Fuck, I has to be just a shroom hallucination.''(inside thought). I warned my friends that it got dark all of a sudden but they were to caught up on themselves. I couldn't handle it; my thoughts were scattered in disbelief. I freaked out. I consistently kept warning them about it.

My other friend who took a complete eighth, now that I recalled in my moment of displaced reality said, ''Ahh hhh its coming closer,ahhww . Its getting closer!...'' Suddenly my other friend exclaimed that the darkness was a fallen angel. At that time, my life had no credible knowledge for the supernatural. I couldn't grasp the term easily because everyone was flipping out. They ALL asserted that there was a face smiling at them, which was composed of dried brush. I did not see it; I was too busy looking up at the dark branches. My eyes gazed onto their expressions. Wide spread terror filled every ones' hopeless sense. Just to the right emerged a well-shaped body collected from the same dead brush material. It was laid out arms and legs pointed out softly resembling a cross.(I'll draw that scene or take a picture as soon as I go back to the infamous ''Bum's Bed.)It shifted from normal to fucking way beyond abnormal. Wherever the darkness leaked, it became unreal. The friend who 'identified' the entity sucked up his fear, grabbed its foot, and ripped it away in an anxious condition. The darkness faded around the body.

By this time, we had enough three of my friends left to the tunnel that was escorted on a path. The rest of us stayed. I was with two of my friends. The one who pulled at the body and one who was faint in and out; he was drunk and high. My back was against the wall, in fie-dell position. Both friends were like what the fuck why did they leave us. They simply left in horror; they didn't say anything they just got up looked at their triad. Mumbled something and left hastily. ...The darkness was all around the trees. It was not lurking where the sun hit directly. My friends were looking around. I dared to control reality when a gloomy face manifested itself from a mid-section of tree bark. From its mouth came other numerous smaller faces and from their mouths came more. The faces splashed down onto the soil, mouths gaped open towards where I was sitting. '' I see faces on a tree you guys!!? They're getting closer!!'', I said. I kicked the dirt in attempt to vanquish the faces but they started to get too close. My friends didn't see them they were both slightly talking and only aware of the darkness in the trees. I got up in panic and yelled,'' Let's get the fuck out of here!!'' We all rushed through the path when my friend who attacked the body picked up a huge rock and hurled it into the brush. His statement was clear. He was not entirely afraid of the entity. Until, the darkness lashed back at us. Literally. We heard it rush towards us; the branches made a weird swaying sound. That made us all shit our pants. He stayed to confront it. I didn't let him. I yelled his name,'' Neil!Neil!What the fuck are doing?!Don't let it take you!'' He snapped out of it and said, ''Oh shit!?'', in a stunned tone. We all proceeded to RUN to the tunnel. On the way down Neil slipped but I snagged his shirt and picked him up. My drunken friend was ahead of us. He slowed our pace so I jumped a wall down where the tunnel was. I landed to see one my friends clenching his teeth in excitement. I looked towards the tunnel and worriedly began explaining that we HAD to get out of this place. I soon realized that my ALL of my friends had a dark glow around anything that was black. Their: eyes, hair, shirts, backpacks...I realized that the entity was in them because they were acting strange especially my friend Neil. It entered each of my friend's bodies and then switched wildly to our environment. When it would arrive into one of my friend's body, they would surge into a hysterical evil smile. Their body language blatantly told me that this energy was mysteriously wicked. I fucking yelled at them to get it out of them. I could see that a shadow circled around us. Soon they got all fed up with me and slammed me against a wall in the tunnel. They knew what they just did was wrong so they backed off and said, ''CHILL, Your just 'TRIPPING out'.'' The vibes that I sensed were still undeniably threatening. I forced myself to gather my consciousness. These events all happened within one hour and a half. ..I pleaded to my friends that we needed to leave together. Neil comprised a plan to walk to a local park that was 40-50 minutes away on foot. Everyone agreed on the plan. We had to be extremely cautious because we ditched school that Friday morning and police cruisers constantly patrolled the residential neighborhoods. Before we left, the shadow thing flew into the tunnel. This freaked me out; I wanted to go all the way around the block but my friends generally accepted the entity so it really didn’t bother them as much.

They proceeded to go through the tunnel, some ran others power walked. My drunken friend stayed behind because I anxiously grabbed his shoulder and kindly told him to wait with me. I thought of going home but I forced myself to stand my ground. I said to him, ‘’What should we do?! What if that demon hurts them???! We have to ‘save’ our friends.’’ When I looked back into the tunnel the others were almost out of the tunnel. My drunken friend gave me some security when he promised to run through the tunnel with me…and so we did. I did not even dare look to the side of me, we just kept running to the other side of the tunnel. We made it. The entity was still strongly present in some of my friends. Neil was the carrier of it. As crazy as this may sound, he was the ONLY ONE who HAD a shadow. No one but him had a shadow. It was extremely unusual because it spun disorderly around him. Everyone took notice and stared in confusion. Unintentionally, we all started backing away to our concerted destination. Neil said he would catch up later with us. No one argued; periodically we started to walk none of us said a word. Across the street two persons were getting out their car. They slammed the door shut and strangely looked at our group. To my drunken friend’s amazement he pointed out that there was no sound coming from any direction. No car sounds, no bird sounds, no dog sounds, no people sounds, simply the sound of us walking and breathing. For some reason I was denying everything that recently just occurred. I was losing my mind. I wanted to commit suicide. I wanted everything to stop.

We walked to the end of the first block when Neil caught up with the group. I carefully examined his shadow, it was acting normal but the hue appearance of his shadow was darker than any shadow that I have seen in my life. Ignoring this entity was the safest choice in order for us to make it to the park. We were walking street zombies while the shadow thing strode alongside us to the park. A few minutes before arriving at the park, a car headed our way and I thought jump in front of the car. It's so easy do it. Do it. I rationalized that in doing so would just be plain out stupid for the slient majority of people who cared for me. Before I knew it we faltered to a final stop. Most of us were dehydrated from walking for about 1 hour and 20 mintues. Someone in the group spotted a water fountain, in a instant the group migrated to fiend the fountain. Next to the fountain were a row of cement benches with plenty shade. For the next hour everyone was burning out in complete muteness. A week later I meticulously kept asking questions of what went on that day. My closest friend at the time harshly scrutinized me to never speak of that day. The others ridiculed the subject whenever I brought it up. To this day, two years later they really don't talk about it with any interest. Over time my relationship with each friend diminished.

About a year ago I found this website and posted a nooby summary about my experience. I wanted to share my story again with anyone who is willing to listen. I swear to fucking God I'm telling the complete truth. If you don't believe me, just please hear me out.Well yeah, thanks for reading and let your opinions flow.

peace.

 

Wow babe everytime you tell me about this story
It fucking creeps me out! I can see your eyes get wide
when you talk about it:/
Your a really good writer!

 

dam dude...when i did shrooms something similar happened to me! i felt like i was being attacked by some sort of shadow and i just kept ducking ....it was pretty terrifying!

 

hah
thanks gupp but I still need a lot practice

 

what!??..how did it appear to you?

 

haha i guess

 

well dam dude shrooms are pretty intense....I've been blocking out that experience for a long time! until now i can berly understand what happened that day!

 

Psychedelics open your mind to the world of metaphor. Dark entities coming from the shadows? Not likely. Being on 4-hydroxy-dimethyltryptamine in an environment of egotistic bickering? That will cause some mental discomfort, and your drug-laden mind will obviously "trip" it out, creating for you a metaphor of the very situation you are already in.

There are no monsters, only people. Monsters don't have shit on people anyways

If you don't want trips like this take better care of your set and setting. Rule #1, people on psychedelics and people on alcohol do not mix.

 

It did cause a great discomfort amongst to us all. No one was talking after a slight but aggressive argument. I'm not asserting that we created the entity but attracted it from our distrust. The strange thing is that it wasn't me ''tripping out'' it was every one of my friends after it's presence was known. Its sort of difficult to refute that it was just the shrooms.

I hope so.
haha

hha lol true my old friends are fiends

 

Same here. Its odd how you don't remember until you start talking about it, or something similar reminds you of it.

 

I enjoyed that.

 

lol, "just the shrooms". I don't think you understand the power of psychedelics

 

hmmm?
In a good way..
lol

 

I guess, not
Is it possible for everyone to share a hallucination? A couple of my friends took only a stem and smoked a few bowls. Is that even enough to give some one intense visuals...??

 

I do
me still a nooby

 

those weren't the only factors at play. group dynamics have powerful effects on the mind. No one is immune to powerful forms of suggestion, especially under duress and psychotropic effects. try and be a little more skeptical, question everything, especially "shadow entities" and such. you are old enough to know that there are no monsters.

 

noooo because your ARMED WITH A MIND!!!

 

Yes, that is very tangible, also. Believe me I was for about two months after the trip. I didn't want to remember the trip until I was ready to go through and accept what might have took place.

Thanks for the advice.

Dude, thats just harsh...
lol

 

hhahahah
not as much as I would want to be

 

It is not the possession of a tool that makes it useful, but it's actual application to real life