What does affect me however, is the lonely night time walks home through these woods by my house. They connect four different neighbourhood, with an eerie lake dwelling in the middle. Most nights I go out caining with my friends and have to travel through these woods. In the day it's a really pleasant atmosphere, with the ducks quacking merrily and the wind orchestrating a serene tune with it's etheral chords, gently strumming the trees with it's breeze. At night however, it transforms into a charnal house of the damned, with the trees branches appearing as twisted steel, drenched by the eerie fog. The once pleasant chords of the wind morph into terrifying whispers that eat into mind, swirling echoes that drain the courage of even the bravest man. Each night as I step into these woods, all other external noise is extinguished and the path is smothered by a deathly silence. This eventually gives way to the howling of the trees and the whispers of the wind skimming the water. My vision blurrs and figures of white appear to walk across the path, dancing in the trees. These dissapear as soon as they materialize. My pulse rises dramatically and soon I'm tearing through the woods at a blistering pace, followed ominously by the whispering of the wind. Sometimes I don't have to run, thoughts of God or merely listening to my Ipod keep me calm. But at least half the times I run, partly because I can get home quicker that way, but mostly because that walk at night scares the fuck out of me.
How are you affected by stoned paranoia?