Stories of the Creepypasta's

Darkness Amaranthine

"'Tis midnight, let us hit this," He said, after procuring the previously mentioned drugs. Wielding the ever-convenient Ziplock bag, he started to make his way into the room, abruptly falling down without the slightest grace as his already-altered motor skills abandoned his legs. He hit the floor rather loudly.

"That's that bad karma creeping up," He always said when something bad happened. I wondered how someone could accrue so many minute negative crimes from past lives. He sat down in a slightly awkward fashion, feeling the small white capsules between his fingers. I began to get the strangest feeling of déjà vu, like I'd already done this, but I dismissed this as the familiarity of all the preludes to massive trips I'd had here.

"Hey, what prescription are those glasses?" I asked, noticing he had put on a ridiculous pair of glasses, thick, black, and all together obnoxious.

"Uh, they're just plastic," He said, puzzled by such an irrelevant question. The corners of my mouth rose slightly, concealment easing.

"Well that explains why you can't see what a dirty hipster you are!" At this, I make a loud, forced laugh, maintained it for a few seconds, and then slapped my knee a few times.

"Why must you hurt me in these ways?" He said with a sarcastically saddened face. "C'mon, let's get into it,"

He opened the bag, handing a pill to me and then popping two himself.

"Woah, woah, this is serious shit, are you sure you should be popping two?"

They flew to the back of his throat, the distaste marked on his face, and then gulped them down. "Of coooooooourse, I've got a history of entheogenic experience, remember? It's time for the high without the height,"

At this, I was not completely trusting, but he was always so ardently entrenched in his ways. I popped the pill to the back of my throat as well, quickly swallowing to bypass the disgusting bitterness of it. Empty stomachs would entreat us to hasty come-ups, maybe in half an hour. There always was such an anticipation to it, something that pulled on my heartstrings, making them flutter in excitement for the elation of an ascended consciousness.

We bode our time talking. Pot legalization, the ACLU's growing effectiveness, how shitty the new Star Wars movies would be, Syria, the Ukraine, which countries would be on which sides in the upcoming war, the imminent global economic crash, things we hated and things we loved, simple things and no things.

"With one four-syllable word, describe the single strongest association you have with my existence," I asked. This was not unusual; I was constantly asking profound questions of his conscious experience of reality. The bonds had stretched bounds over the years we spent together, warding off life's ills and claiming their victories.

He thought a while, mouthing syllables and flicking his fingers in sync.

"Viridescent," He said. This made me smile.

Then in the middle of it all we could start to feel it. My body began to glow with warmth, not uncomfortably, then lights increased in luminosity as star-like shapes rotated around them like subatomic particles. The edges on the walls vibrated, and the windows were breathing steadily. My mind began whirling, thoughts falling from some unknown solar system, leading me to new perspectives on life, and existence.

"Hiiigh without the heiiiiight," Was all he could say. We lay there, riding the wave towards bliss. I began hearing a low droning, like tinnitus with binaural beats. I could feel the Earth rotating through space. I left my body. There were images, feelings, senses I was experiencing that I never knew I had. At one point I woke up on a stone slab in a small room, encased by heavy stones, and a long, dark hallway that almost seemed to lead to oblivion. It was like an embalming room, crafted to prepare corpses for their final destination. The next, I was in a morgue, but not like I had ever seen before. The bodies were decayed, aged browned, all laying on stone slabs, all reaching towards the ceiling as if trying to grasp some far away savior. The room was stone, the autopsy tools were stone, everything was made of stone. There were many other places I went and saw, but I can't describe them, for there were no words. They were nothing I'd ever seen on Earth, or ever imagined, but they were cauterized into my mind. Soon, everything faded to darkness, and I knew I still was, but where, I wasn't sure.