Share your craziest experiences with weed

I recently remembered this, 6 months ago I smoked some strong shit with some friends, I went to the dudes house, he lives about 5 minutes away from me, he lives in a sketchy part of our town. The streets around here are badly lit and this was at around 12-1am.

I was still high as fuck as I was walking home, there were no signs of life on the streets. This was spooky, and I felt a paranormal atmosphere- I felt isolated and alone as soon as he closed his door. My mind began to wonder as I took my first steps from his porch, pondering whether ghosts existed. After 30 seconds of intense stoner thinking, I was convinced that a invisible ghost man was looking for me - and he would catch up with me if I didn't get moving. This gave me an intense adrenaline rush and I was terrified, yet I seemingly didn't have the feeling of fear at the same time- I was content, but still wanted to live, so I started walking faster. Oddly, I can recall this feeling exactly how it was.

As my pace increased from a relaxed walk to hurried pacing, I kept looking over my shoulder and making sure I checked everywhere out. I was paranoid yet alert, yet the weed high was almost counteracting that. There was a relatively long poorly lit street, which was lined with houses. The gardens of the houses had tall bushes at the front with room for a car to park. These driveways had no lighting. I started hearing ghostly noises in my head, such as very faint footsteps and very quiet screams. As soon as I got to the street mentioned above, I ran down the middle of the road (where the cars would drive) in fear that something would grab me from one of the gardens. It seemed like I were running forever.

I was pretty much home now, so I sprinted as fast as I could, feeling like usain bolt I reached my home unscathed. I struggled to put my key in my door, trying to be as quick as possible. I finally managed to get into my house, it was very dark in there which intensified my fear, that my house was teeming with ghosts. I put the lights on and bolted to my room, locked my bedroom door and listened to music, I felt so safe and relieved that that moment, it was a great feeling.

I chilled listening to music and eventually fell asleep.

That night was definitely something to remember, maybe the most fearful-paranoid moment of my life. Those 5 minutes felt like an entire week.

TLDR:

Smoking weed with friends, have to walk home, get paranoid, believe that ghosts are chasing me and looking to harm me. Run down the middle of the street like a red-eyed mad man. Reach home, get even more scared, then relax and all is good.

Thanks for reading, if you have a crazy story, feel free to share.