Originally Posted by
Rylingo
A few years back I had a bad chest infection. I was on some strong medicine to get rid of it. On the medicine box it said in bright red letters, "UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES CONSUME ALCOHOL WHILST TAKING THIS MEDICATION". Well it was my birthday and my friends were at me to have a few pints. I thought, sure 1 won't do any harm. So we go down to the pub. 1 pint becomes 4. Then we start doing shots. Here's the kicker. My 'friends' are taking water shots. They are getting me drunk off my face. Now its time to fast forward 3 hours...
10 minutes before the pub is about to close things start going wrong. I start seeing shimering lights floating around me. Start hearing creepy voices. The hallucinations just keep getting worse. I tried ignoring it as I was waiting for a kebab but it turns things up a gear. I start seeing faces floating ghostily attached to the back of peoples heads. Some of them are screaming. I decided to go outside. Thats when the bullets started flying. Windows were shattering bullets blasted all around me. I started sprinting as fast as I could. Determined to avoid the sprayings bullets coming at me from all angles. A grenade bounced on the ground beside me. I leapt over the hedge. Looking behind me as I started running again, the whole hedge exploded in a ball of flame. Someone is chasing me. An assassin? I leap over a fence and sprint down the street. A little old lady was walking into her house. I roared at her to get inside, "people are f***ing shooting people". She runs inside in fear. Miraculously I arrive back at my house. The assassin who was chasing me, turns out to be one of my friends. He is completely out of breath and staring at me like he hsa just seen a monster. I grab him and give him a hug saying, "I'm so glad you weren't shot. Murders are everywhere." He tries to calm me down but as he does this, I notice the red of an infra-red scope move across his chest. I screamed, "GET DOWN!" and pushed him to the floor. Bullets flew through the window, glass went everywhere. I try to run to the kitchen but I see a man holding a sub machine gun at another window. I literally barrel roll across the kitchen table. After a few more hectic minutes the rest of my friends arrive at the house and manage to restrain me, dragging me up to my room. After they persuaded me to go to sleep saying that my room was safest from snipers, I passed out.
The next morning I woke up soaking in sweat, my muscles aching from running faster than I've ever run in my life. I remembered every single terrible minute of it. The hallucinations seemed so real to me. I also have a sneaking suspicion one of my friends drugged me in combination to the alcohol but I can't be sure.
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