I wanted to write a scary shorter story, but I accidentally wrote a 3 page more depressing story :lol:
Let me know if my grammar sucks or something I need to work on since I want to be a writer, but I never did good in english or literature class lol
I call it:
Never skip stones
After a few rings the call was answered
“Hello?”
“Hey Zack, are we trying the “S.D.C” tomorrow?
“I’m not sure if I can go. I think my dad knows I’m on LSD”
“Oh shit, like he knows specifically LSD?”
“No, but I think he’s figuring out that I’m on something”
“Oh, well damn, that’s alright I can wait until we can both go.”
“Nah, that’s alright. You go ahead and just tell me what happens.”
“Alrighty, I’ll let you know how it goes, I’ll see ya’.”
“See ya’.”
Damian hangs up and thinks for a bit. He looks in his dresser to pull out a small tin cup and opens it to see only a couple mushrooms inside.
“Hmm. I guess this’ll work” he says under his breath.
He looks at the calendar and runs his finger from the current day and runs it along to the next Saturday which falls on the 7th. It was the next time his dealer would have another batch. It was a few days away and Damian didn’t want to wait to go to the Sensory Deprivation Chamber.
Downstairs and out the front door was Damian headed, but he saw his dad.
“Hey, Im goin’ to the spa.”
“Oh, you tryin’ them chambers with them shrooms?”
“Yeah, I was gonna go with Zack but he thinks his dad’s about to catch him.”
“Uh oh. How many you got left?”
“Just two, I’m gonna pop ‘em and hop in the tank”
“Oh man, lemme know how that goes.”
“ I will, I’ll see ya’.”
Out the door he goes towards the spa. A 15 minute walk that he didn’t mind. He was used to walking for everything; his family hasn’t had a car for a while since they sold it, or lost it some way - he doesn’t remember. His dad thought it would be cheaper and easier to live off unemployment, mixed with his food stamps, the money he gets is somehow enough to live off of, barely, and he gets his highs. He lives an easy life and so does his son. It would be likely his dad sold the car for a Playstation, or whatever his son’s dealer would have.
Damian gets his phone from his pocket, scrambling to catch it mid-air from it snagging on his pocket and almost getting dropped.
A few rings and one of Damian’s degenerate friends picks up.
“Hey man, I’m on my way to those chambers.” Damian immediately started, excited to tell someone.
“ DUDE, you’re really going?”
“Oh yeah boy, I got my sister working tonight so she’ll hook me up.”
“What’s she doing for you?”
“Well, I got some shrooms i'm gonna pop before I jump in, but the trip usually lasts like 3 hours, but they only let us stay in the chambers for an hour and it’s like 100 bucks, but my sister’s gonna let me stay for as long as I want and it’s free.”
“WOW, man I’ve been trying to go too, but I wanna get some strong stuff before going. All I got now is my vape.”
Walking to the spa, the two exchange words while Damian crosses streets and walks down uneven, cracked and shattered sidewalks, some even submerged under mud left neglected by the town; Walking past empty houses and failed businesses he arrives at the spa and departs from the conversation over the phone.
He walks through the doors and waits at the counter for his sister, who eventually makes her way to the front.
“Oh, hey. You can use the one at the far left”
“Awesome Possum. Thanks.”
“Hey, how long are you gonna be in there for?”
“Probably around 3 hours maybe.”
His sister does some math in her head while looking at the clock.
“Alright, that should be when I’ll be ready to leave. I’m closing tonight but I also got some homework, but this place has internet so I’ll just do it here instead of at home. But if I’m ready to go do I just wake you up?”
“Um…sure. I don’t think it’ll screw me up, but I don’t know. I haven’t had that happen. I guess if I fall asleep you can wake me up, but I usually stay up for the whole high.”
“Alright.”
Damian headed to the room with his chamber and got prepared for it. He had taken his drugs during the walk in preparation for this moment, since the drugs he was taking usually kick in at around 20 minutes for him. He had about 5 minutes left to his name before every second left to his life gets taken from him…
Damian put himself to rest in the pod and waited for a mindblowing experience to take place while submerged halfway in the water.
He abandoned thought and felt the still silence. He was cut off from the world.
He had heard that this would allow him to see the astral, and travel through space itself. He just had to try it. He had always heard of astral projection - leaving your body to go elsewhere, and opening your third eye - allowing you to see ghosts and auras and maybe even god.
He always wanted to try this himself, and what a convenience the drugs that were claimed to allow this were readily available.
After almost no time at all, he gave in to the psychedelics.
He was seeing colors of pretty purple, green and blue too. He was swimming across the stars. He was warm and tingly. He was having a true escape from this life of his.
But, in the middle of all this euphoria, he sees something peculiar.
A random door of all things, just sitting in the middle of nowhere.
On instinct he drifted to the door, feeling free to look inside with no risk of trespass.
There was nothing, at least nothing he could see. It was dark. Light was non-existent beyond this door.
He leaned in, in an attempt to see at least something. He got closer. And closer. And closer. And closer.
The feeling of dis-ease and a sense of potential danger gave him a thought and only one thought came up in his mind, this will be the second to last thought Damian will ever have, and in his thoughts was this: “I don’t think I should be here”.
The moment the primal panic set in, the door behind him ceased to exist and he was trapped in this room of nothing, no light, no black. It was gray. Not the opposite of light, but the death of it. Too scared and confused to move, he was disoriented. He forgot how to move. The room that once felt empty now felt full of doom, not just because he cannot leave, but because…he wasn’t the only thing in that room. Like a moth to a web, he was doomed. But, in that room there was a revelation of something, it was the truth; too much truth and too much at once. Damian couldn’t close his eyes, the sight was too dramatic to look away.
The thing in the room, whatever it was, moved behind Damian, or was it all around him to begin with? And this is Damian’s ever final thought:
“Whatever was in this room put it’s hand over my face sarcastically blocking my view, in a gesture that makes it clear that no eyes were meant to see this, then in it’s cruelish nature, it left a space between it’s fingers and made me peek.”
Damian never woke up, his death was deemed as an overdose, but that's not true. The populace saw that as the most likely answer, only because they can’t explain how someone could just simply leave their body with no injury and no illness and head straight for the afterlife…if there is one….
