Here's a story that I'm currently writing. I wanted it to be more of a comedy/horror story. Any feedback is appreciated. My Horrific High I finished my late night jog after stopping by the student rec. center for some lifting, or what douche-bags call it nowadays, getting ‘swoll'. I guess being swollen sounds cool to people with an IQ less than fifty. To me, it just sounds like a fat kid eating nothing but butter packets. But that's a whole different story. This story deals with the events that happened after my jog, and after obeying another days game of reefer addiction (I'm undefeated). As my THC levels dipped down low in the late afternoon, I decided it was the perfect time to finally get some shit done and stop playing Half-Life 2. I motivated myself to go lift and ride the stationary bike for around an hour. Once I felt I had made up for doing totally nothing all day, I decided to bust the last load of the excersizing day in the sauna. When I stumbled into the hot dry air, I noticed that I was the only one wearing pants or a shirt. But by the looks on everyone's face it seemed like I was the only one who thought this was weird. My plan was to stay in for at least 10 minutes so I could get sweat out some of the THC that was still swimming in my body. Besides, I have to make some room for later. About halfway before my sweatpants were trenched with ass sweat I realized a man was staring at the sauana in the showers while he washed himself. Then my heart sank a little bit when I realized I was the only one in there. I power walked to the nearest exit and left for the jog back to the dorms. By this time it was around 8 PM and spitting sleet. The visibility was about a cunt hair long and it was frigid. Once I passed along a crosswalk and eventually to the steps up to the side entrance to the dorm, I sensed something in the air. I looked over to the corner of the building and saw Corey and a couple of his friends. I also noticed what I was sensing in the air. “Yo! Morgan, you want a hit of this,†Corey shouted just a tad too loud. “No I have a tutor for math in a little bit. But next time†I told him, hoping I could escape this worthless conversation. I turned to make a break for it but was stopped dead when Corey butted in: “Can I get your blockbuster card sometime man? There's this movie I really wanted to see but never got a chance to.†I regret mentioning the trip down to Blockbuster last week. Remember to never use the side entrance ever again. “Uh, yeah sure. Just stop by my room, I guess, and I'll let you use it,†I mumbled back at him. I could see a weird look in all of his friends faces. Could they smell the bullshit I was trying to feed them? I thought for a moment and by judging from the angle of Corey's flat-bill hat, I reasoned that it didn't matter shit to me. Once I felt a break in the conversation, I made my escape. I rushed to my door with my eyes glued to the ground. I've found out that this works great when you're trying to avoid the dreaded stop and chat. Huh, that's weird. I didn't feel the deadbolt click. I shrugged this off my mind by telling myself I must have been high when I locked it. Or at least when I tried to lock it. But then I walked into my room. Now I know I didn't leave the lights on. This made me a little hesitant to go in but I suddenly heard Corey and the Rippers rush down the steps. Then I decided I'd rather die by some intruder in the closet than talk to these assholes again. I shut the door and locked it behind me. - “Okay my wallet and computer are still here. And so is my snowboard. Did they take anything? Or was there even a they? And why am I still talking to myself,†I asked myself. All of the sudden I saw it. I could tell exactly what they had been looking for. It was obvious when I saw the freezer door opened on my minibar. But that could only mean one thing... I crept toward the gaping door like it might have been my last couple of steps. I could feel my heart pounding through my casual reddish eyes. I looked in and like a weight being lifted from the shoulders, I saw my tupperware bowl sitting there untouched. But I still had to make sure, and besides I had planned on opening it anyways. That's weird too. It appeared that someone had been through my tupperware while I was gone. Only subtle, but being as observant as I am, I could tell at least 2 chunks of it were missing. Other than that, everything seemed perfectly normal. From everything from the snot-rag hanging on my shelf, to the porn still on my laptop. Well at least the didn't take too much of it. But I'll still need to make a call to Mallory pretty soon. As I thought this in my head, I took a pinch from inside the tupperware and headed outside. And after I got my head right once again, everything felt normal. I mean why wouldn't it? It's not like they contaminated anything. They just took some because they were running out of their own. It was probably Jon who needed to borrow some while I was gone. Screw it. I think I have some goldfish somewhere. After I convinced myself to eat a second dinner in cheese and mountain dew, I popped in some Squidbillies and munched away. There's something about getting my head straight that makes me tired. I made it about 2 episodes before things got really weird. - Just as I was zombie-walking to my bed, I saw something in my room that caught my eye. It was almost like a shadow moving across the ceiling. I turned quick and stared at the closet door. “Hello?†Nothing. I figured I was just coming down slower than I expected and hoped into bed. My mattress had to be lofted a little bit, so in order to get on, you had to get a running head-start. And it being about the 4th month of jumping into bed everynight, I was getting pretty used to it. But this time, as I leaped, the whole bed shifted against the wall. THUDD I had jumped square into my bed chest first.â€Man, I guess I'm higher than I think,†I said to no one in particular. I tried to stumble to my feet but as I got to my knees, I saw a black silhouette crouching on my bed. “HOLY SHIT!!†I shouted and immediately began rubbing my eyes. Yeah like that actually works outside of the movies. But still, the figure was crouched looking right at me. I sat in silence as I tried inching toward the door, hoping it wouldn't sense my movement. Then, a low growl emitted from the figure. Slowly getting louder. Ok, time to get the fuck out of here. I rushed to my feet and turned to the door. But as soon as I did this, the figure was on top of me and I was back on the ground. I could feel it breathing on me as I struggled to free myself. It was lashing at my back like it wanted my spine. Finally, I built enough strength to roll over onto my back. Then my eyes focused and for a split second I saw it's face. It was black charcoal face with red beady eyes. And not a bright red, more like a 2-day-old-blood-red. Then it seemed to head-butt me into a room of darkness. I stood up in the solid black and tried to look around. I spun myself until I finally saw a flickering light, way off in the distance. I don't know what, but something told me I had to run to it. As I got closer, the light source got bigger and bigger. It turned from a yellow light to more of a orange hue. What the hell is that thing? I must have been tripping on some killer shit because I had never experienced a space-odyssey-ic vortex before. I was expecting so see some star child or whatever to be at the end of the tunnel but died a little when I recognized my clothes and high times subscriptions lying everywhere. It was my dorm room. I brushed some debris off my shoulders and staggered to my feet. I took the joint out of my mouth, which went out a long time ago and told myself, “I need to stop smoking this shit.†- After my late night buzzkill,I decided to finish the rest of my joint outside of the dorms. I know, I'll just quit today. I went back to my room and rubbed one out. The rest of the night was pretty uneventful. - “Okay, well you know that girl I was telling you about?†Jon asked as if I should know who he was referring to. “Uhh, you mean the ugly one?†I guessed. “No, you just saw her when she wasn't wearing any makeup. You know how hot girls take some days off!†“Yeah but how do I know you're not just saying that? I mean you could just say from now on, I've been catching her on her ‘bad' days.†“Trust me, she's pretty hot. I'd do her in a heartbeat.†“Yeah but you do anyone in roughly one heartbeat.†“So would you.†Good point. And just on cue, the cutest girl walked into the coffee shop wearing nothing but a tanktop and a tiny skirt. Which, was a little weird since we had around a foot of snow on the ground. “She's here,†Jon said with some fake pride muscled into his voice. “Yeah, I'd do her but that still doesn't prove anything.†I assured him. “Only that you want to fuck my girlfriend. Hey, Linda!†“Ummm, Hi Jon. Who's this?†She asked staring right at me. It was obvious that Jon didn't tell her I'd be meeting her here too. And thanks to his big mouth, she knew I wanted to fuck her. Just like every other girl I've talked to. “Oh, this is my assistant, Jeff. He's going to drive us to the Fillmore.†I could sense her disapproval of me tagging along but she seemed to buy the assistant thing. But then again, it could have been her noticing how cheap Jon was, asking his best friend to drive his date to a concert. I didn't like her already. But I'd still do here, of course. “Hi Jeff, nice to meet you. Are you guys ready? I think it starts at 7:30.†“Uh, not yet babe, let me take a whiss, then I'll be ready.†Jon got up and tried to land a kiss on the cheek but stopped when Linda nacked up, disgusted. Maybe I do like this girl. “Be right back,†Jon felt he had to tell us. You son of a bitch, leaving me here one-on-one with the stuck up girlfriend. She immediately pulled out her iPhone and was glued to it. I felt like pressing some buttons for Jon, so I decided to try a conversation. “So, Linda, What are you studying?†First, a sigh, then she put her phone away and said in a too-good-foryou tone “Well, right now I'm into pre-nursing.†Is that how you say it? Probably not. “Woah, check out the big brain on Linda!†I thought it would be safe to pull the line off, guessing she'd never seen Pulp Fiction. “How's that? Is it tough?†I added to seem like a gave a shit. She thought for a second. Then, “Yeah but I can manage it.†Before my smartass remark could come out, I heard behind me: “Damn, that felt good.†- As we circled the one-way streets near the Fillmore, I could sense Linda getting a little antsy. “Right here's fine Jeff,†She said directly into my ear. “You don't ned to park, we can just walk from here.†I looked at Jon, waiting for him to say something. Really? You didn't tell this one either? “Babe, because of the high demand of this concert, I need Jeff to be by my side. Not exactly right by it, but you get my drift. I think I told you about a week ago.†he said, trying to convince her.
I have an experience that you may find useful for your story I did acid and the plan was that I'd go downtown, and find people I knew, and I'd just chill with them, no solid plans. I was dressed as a hippie which made my idea seem so good. when I got off the T I was tripping and I called matt and he said to meet him at the union building to watch the pens game we watched the first period, and some of the second while he was waiting for a text to meet up with the people he was going to a frat party with. he got the txt, and we went. before the party, I did 2 shots and kept it at that, since alcohol and psychedelics isn't a good combo, so I stopped drinking befoe I felt anything from it then we left the residence hall for the party in the south side. there was a mosh pit in front of the door to the bus, so we tried to fight our way through that, but where unsuccessful, so we walked down from campus about 15 blocks. this was the best time I had that night. matt and some of the people he knew from the frat where rapping, and it was halarious. we got to the party, and wh where waiting in line for the bathroom, and the door next to it was opening and closing, and matt said "I know that kid, they're smoking weed in there" so I take out my bag of weed and suggest we go in, and matt obliged we went in and smoked a few bowls with the people in there (none of my weed ) so we where chillin in there than someone came in the door, he was extremely pissed off, and this is where my night spiraled into hell he was talking about how some dude was hitting on him and then there was a struggle to keep the door closed, they got it locked, so I thought everything was good a few miniuts later the door opened up and a complete faggot came in he said something about the hippie sitting in a chair(me) class is over now, I'll be back in 5-10 min. so after he walked in, He put his arms around me and got all up in my face talking like he wanted to fuck. so I told him to get the fuck off of me a few times, and I cocked my fist back since he wasn't listening than a few people made him get off of me somehow. after that I was kinda freaking out but I was still rational enough to not do anything. than we went out of the room and chilled for a lil bit, and than I went out for a cig. I saw a crowd of people gathered around what looked like someone laying down (probably wasn't) I was convinced that someone got alcohol poisoning and thought shit, the cops will be here soon enough, so I left. since east carson street was fenced off for construction, I knew where I was but had no idea how to get to where I needed to go, so I was wanderind around the south side for a while, and than I went back past the party, and told eric I was leaving. I than found my way to east carson, and went to the bike trail to smoke a bowl. I got a bowl packed and smoked half of it on the way to the rock. I saw people on the rock and went there anyways to finish the bag (big mistake)(there was only about another bowl left) but I pocketed my pipe since I didn't know them. the first thing they said to me was "do you got any drugs?" they where completely smashed, and one pressured me to take a sip of their vodka, so I pretended to take a massive gulp. I told them I had a lil weed, and they asked if I had a bowl. I didn't trust them, so I said no, and they argued over weather or not to dump a beer to make something to smoke out of. before they did I asked if they had anything to poke holes in the can with. the fat dumbass there (there where 4/5 of them) said we'll find something, and dumped the can. after fucking around with the can, he handed me a mangled beer can with a hole in it and I how can I pack this?, he said "here's the hole" and pointed to a gouge the size of my thumb. I laughed, said fuck this, I'm leaving. then one of the people said we wasted a beer for nothing? give me the weed. I told him "fuck you" and he pulled a knife, I drop-kicked him in the chest accedently droped about the .3 gram bag of weed and sprinted they where way too hammered to chase me (thank god because I got stuck behind a train). after the train passed, I ran to the 8th street bus stop, and waited for what felt like an eternity to finally get on the bus when I did I went home, smoked another bowl than I got bored and threw salvia into the mix, and the effects of that where strong enough to take my mind off of what happened. than I ate pizza and went to bed. I kept thinking tomarrow, I'm going to wake up a completely different person.
Damn, that was pretty sick. I liked it. Are you going to keep posting more in it? I'll definitely read it.
Thanks for the commets guys. And yes, I might have to use that in my story but that sounds like a rough night, sorry man. I'll try to update the story around once a week but I could get held up with school and other things, so who knows. But expect one every now & then.