A little bit different than the other stories but definetely the most terrifying experience of my life.

This was about 12 years ago. At that time I had been experimenting with drugs since I was young with no worries. I had tried schrooms, E, and a couple times, some LSD.

Now, for anyone who has never taken LSD, the best way to describe it as differerent from other drugs, is that there is no real way to control the trip once it has started. If you ever feel the need to try it, I suggest doing it with a close friend who you trust, and having a "cave" filled with interesting stuff that you can fall back into if you ever feel it going awry.

My experience so far with LSD was a couple chill nights, and one amazing experience where I watched the sky all night, seeing the constellations, lines and all, come alive on a beautiful night. At the time, I had no reason to expect otherwise, and so we come to my story;

So I ate a couple hits during the evening, while taking a drive with a friend of mine. It's winter time but I'm used to the cold and enjoy taking winter walks. I was heading to my cousins place, which was meant to be the spot I would chill at until I wad good to get back home, most likely the next morning as I have trouble sleeping after taking any drug.

Here begins the worst trip of my life. As my friend is dropping me off, and being inexperienced with drugs, he starts talking about bad trips for some fucking reason. Now with LSD, the thing is, the reason you want to have a good vibe is that whatever road your mind is taking while you begin to peak - that is where you're heading.

As soon as he mentionned "bad trip", I start peaking, and it literally feels like time slowed down and a huge DUN DUN DUN tunnel vision feeling overcomes me. We arrived at my cousins place at the same time, so I don't say anything, and leave the car as he drives off. And so begins my hell.

I hadn't checked the weather but appareently there was a snow storm that night that just started picking up. I walk into my cousins place and the place is dark, only a computer monitor is on. My cousin, who has mental health issues and takes tranqs, is sleeping like a baby on his couch, completely passed out. I try to wake him up, but he's completely out.

Remember that my trip is already going badly while I'm peaking, so I start panicking slightly more, and more gradually.

I figure I'll hop onto his computer and watch something to calm me down, but when i try to access it, I realize its PW protected. So....nothing. He doesn't have a TV and the rest of his place is pretty bare.

Fuck. I'm alone, panicking, and peaking. I want to go for a walk, but the snow has really started coming down with the wind picking up. It's also cold and I decide that's a bad idea.

I head to his spare bedroom to lay down, but when I hit the light nothing happens. I go back to the living room and realize the computer is now off; the power apparently having gone out.

Now I must stress that at this point, everything probably happened withing 2 minutes, or 2 hours, I'm not sure. I'm really starting to trip and my heart is racing. It feels like things are happening on purpose, as if some sort of evil is just making one thing after another happen. As if some sentient evil is honing in in me. Literally everything is going wrong and I begin to panick. Fuck fuck fuck.

I lock myself in the room, absolutely tripping balls in the worst way imaginable, in the pitch dark, scared shitless, thinking something is coming to get me. I start thinking I see shit in the dark fuzz in front of me, my head is racing I'm crying by now, and im sitting down, knees up to my chest, rocking back and forth, wishing all of this would stop. It's pitch black, the wind is howling, and I'm scared.

All of a sudden, I get an idea, I've got a pack of matches in my pockets. Any light would be great, and I remember my cousin always has some candles around, so I decide to light one. As I strike it, the initial flash of the match lights up the room and as soon as it is lit I see a face looking at me from the other side of the room. WHAAAAA. FUCK FUCK. My hair stands on end, full body shivers, and I stand up and yell. This action makes the match burn out, so I drop back down and cover my face and cry, certain that i am not alone.

I actually begin to pray which is a first for me, and then (thanks god?) I fucking realize it's a goddman mirror. That was my face.

I slowly, still scared shitless, reach down and light another one, expecting it this time and yes, thank fuck, its MY face.

I start to calm down as much as I can, grab a candle on the desk. Wind is still blowing, my heart is still racing, and im still tripping, hard.

With the lit candle, I finally stop panicking slightly, i still feel trapped, but ive finally got a win, light back on.

Anyone who has tried hard drugs will tell you looking at yourself in the mirror is interesting. Your features dont seem quite right, your nose, eyes and mouth all kind of move around slightly and your pores look huge. You kind of feel like you are looking at a stranger...full existential mode. Are you real? I stare.

I stare for 2 minutes? 20? I don't know, but I'm still peaking. The shadow created by the candle doesn't help, and something feels off. My skin tingles, then - I shit you not - I hallucinate a strip of skin peel off. A thin on on my cheek. Hair on my neck goes right back up, shivers, wind blowing. Another strip. no, please I think to myself. Another...another...i'm crying again as i watch my fucking face peel off one strip at a time. The effect of the drug on my mind and vision and the dim light from the candle makes it feel real. What the fuck. Im crying.

I don't want to turn the light off because im terrified of the dark, but I don't want to keep watching, yet I can't look away. I see my skull start to appear as the skin keeps peeling away. Im bawling by now, just wanting it all to end.

Eventually I can't take it, I blow out the candle, and dive under the covers. Im no longer rational by this point and I'm in the fetal position, crying. The thing is, I'm still peaking, and by now I've somehow convinced myself this is death coming for me. Of course, this makes no sense, and I'm trying to remind myself that it's just the trip, and that I'll be fine.

But i've also convinced myself that the mind is a very powerful thing, and that by thinking that I'm going to die, my brain will actually actualise this reality and tell my body I'm dying, and that it will start shutting it down. So i've managed to convince myself that by my mind haven taken complete control and thinking I was going to die, that I was actually going to die.

I have to stress that for me, during that moment, I literally thought these were my last hours. So, I am in the fetal position, remembering something I read somewhere about people dying the same way they were born, in the fetal position, bawling my eyes out, my life flashing before my eyes, thinking about everyone who will miss me, and my family and literally going through what you would before you would actually die.

I remember saying to myself "please, please please. If I get through this night, I promise myself i never ever want to feel like this ever again. Ever. Oh god. Please no." Crying....wind howling...

Well, that's all I remember. Obviously I made it out, but I think I blacked out, or my mind shut down in horror. I woke up with the su shining through the window. The metallic after taste in my mouth gutrot in my stomach, introspective after thoughts. I look at the mirror and remember the horror... and I laugh. Thank god. Wow.

That was the last time I ever touched any hard drug, and I'll never forget how I felt to be honest, it has made my life better in way, because i became much more appreciative of the positive aspects of life. I felt as if i survived a plane crash or something. It was bar none the most terrifying experience in my life.

TL:DR Drugs are bad, M'kay?