Creepypasta: Nightmare Fuel

35: Heavenly Star

A/N Don't do drugs kids.

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Heavenly Star

Early morning. A knock on my door. I open it. On the other side stands a Jehovah's Witness. Again... As I get ready to slam the door, a small alarm sounds off in my dazed brain; something's not right. Blinking the sleep out of my eyes I realize the man has no head, just a bleeding stump jutting from his shoulders. I blink.

The man's still there - his head still isn't. With widening eyes I look down and see the missing face cradled in his arms, its eyes rolling in their sockets and its tongue licking blue lips. It leaps across the threshold at me and I stumble backward down the hall. My mind reels as it chases me through the house and up the stairs. I run into my bedroom and leap through the window, landing with a crash on the lawn below. Above me, the Jehovah's Witness raises his disembodied head above himself. He throws it at me. I duck and the head rolls across the lawn, its mad eyes spinning wildly. It comes to a stop and evaporates into a cloud of blue smoke. I lay there on the grass in the morning light, three words coursing through my numbed brain. What. The. FUCK...

Wait.

Oh yeah, I remember.

I stood hidden in the corner with the dealer, the lights of the rave splashing across our faces.

"Sorry man," he said, "I'm all outta E."

"Well fuck, what else you got?"

"The usual. Weed, some crystal, a couple rocks..." he casts an appraising eye over me, "But son, I think I've got something special for you." He pulls a small Ziploc from one of his pockets; inside are dozens of little white pills, "This shit's new, it's called Heavenly Star."

"Haven't heard of it, what's it do?"

"'Course you haven't heard of it fool, I just said it's new. It's this drug from the Himalayas or some shit. Monks up there harvest this weird flower, process it, then chant all sorta charms over it. 'Stuff's so fresh on the streets the cops don't even know it exists yet. Trust me man, this here's the ultimate trip. One of these and you'll be tripping balls you didn't even know you HAD."

"So it's like LSD?"

"Man, LSD ain't got SHIT on this stuff. Heavenly Star makes LSD feel like pixie sticks."

"Well shit, I'll take one then, how much?"

"One pill for $200."

"That's pretty fucking expensive."

"Pretty fucking expens-? Man, have you been LISTENING to me? Fucking Himalayas! Fucking MONKS! CHANTING! Of course it's expensive, this shit's rare, bro!"

I ended up buying one for the "discount price" of $140. Then I popped it and waited. And waited. Six hours later I was cursing my stupidity and heading home, swearing to kick the shit out of that dealer the next time I saw him. That was two days ago. Looks like he wasn't lying after all...

Heavenly Star. I sat back on the grass as the sky above emptied into a gaping void. The grass under my skin was pulsing to my heartbeat, singing some unknown hymn as the blades marched along the ground. Heavenly Star.

This shit was good.

I sat up and gazed at the broken window of my melting house. It seemed like it would be a shame to waste this amazing trip inside. I've gone on acid walks before; I know how to keep my cool. Besides, the house had dissolved into a wall of water that endlessly tumbled over on itself. I doubt I could've found the door if I wanted to.