The psychedelic drug horror story and myths thread

[BTrips]

Post your own horror story!
wether they are of personal experience or one that you just heard.
but please dont just make them up on the spot

like the babysitter tripping on acid who put the couples (who was out on the town) "turkey" in the oven.... but the babysitter put the couples baby in the oven that she was watching... (<--Disturbing)

or like the guy who thought he was going to get strip searched at a border crossing and starting sweating causing the lsd sheet taped to his stomach absorb into his skin and then thought he was an orange and started attempting to rip his skin off in the pursuit to peel himself....

they dont have to be true, i dont even know if the ones above are true...

 

[nearjat]

The above "horror stories" are both well known myths. Just so ya know

I gave a couple kids low doses of 2C-E and they decided to drive while listening to loud, violent music. Haha they thought they were dying and almost got me arrested :D

 

[swilow]

Wats the point ofd this thread? Discussing rumours is pretty silly....

My own horror story is bad and not going to be shared. The most I'd say is that I was arrested.

 

[jamaica0535]

Friend of mine was arrested while tripping for drinking a beer while underage in a park after dark....

I have told the story many times but i stepped into a camp fire on salvia bare foot while experiencing my death and judgement in the form of a talkshow....

There was that news story about the kid on mushrooms who got confused and went into the wrong house, guy in the house shot and killed the kid, the kids who sold him the mushrooms were arrested due to this.

As far as general bad ideas go while tripping....

I convinced myself i was down enough to make it home on 2c-b + MDMA from the city to the suburbs at about 4:30 in the morning, about a 30 minute drive if i hadn't gotten a little lost.... "STAY BETWEEN THE COLORED LINES!!!" was the constant thought racing through my mind as soon as i made it out onto the road...I made it home saftley, but i had to restrain myself from missing the driveway and thanking god, buddah, allah, santa cluse, hare krishna or whoever that i managed to make the drive home without anything bad happening.... It was difficult, but i still had enough sense to follow all traffic laws....

 

[Solipsis]

This thread is fine and should produce entertaining reading material, but the main thing is it needs to be informative and not disinformative.
I'll slightly change the title and let's be critical to the validity of stories told here. If we can enjoy adventurous anecdotes, learn from them and debunk myths for people at the same time we've got a triple whammy.
Kids let's make it happen

Please note: without confirmation always assume stories here are a HOAX, the rule here is "untrue until proven otherwise"!

 

[IdislikePipes]

I once heard a story about some kids that took acid.. They seen a little girl on the swings at the park and thought she was a goblin and kidnapped her. They brought her to the basement and locked her there and the next day released her not know what they did or why they did it.. And turned themselves in LMFAO! I don't know if that's true.. I really doubt it but it was pretty funny to hear

 

[shienar]

Good stories.

The german on datura who cut out his tongue and genitals withs shears.

 

[malakaix]

I haven't heard many 'stories' i usually try keep away 'myths'. Although i do agree some are entertaining to read and quite imaginative.. hence why i don't mind this thread

The only 'horror' story i have to add is real. It didn't involve anyone getting hurt, but it was extremely close.

I witnessed a guy on 6g of mushrooms jump into a friends car and started speeding off at a doof. He was going about 50km/h down a narrow path (where people were standing) only just missing them as they moved out of the way.. he hit another car at roughly 50-60km/h completely compacting the the cars boot and causing it to swing in a 180C fashion.

The impact forced his car to slam into a nearby tree side-on before he continued to speed off again and crash into another tree 10 meter's away before jumping out of the car covered in cuts and running off into the bush. Miracle no one was seriously hurt.. including him. But the damage was quite obvious.. I believe i was told just prior to the incident that he believed he was going to die unless he tried to get home.

 

[Solipsis]

Damn, fortunately everyone's all right

I think it's important to note that while crazy stuff happens, and they can get a bit more crazy with psychedelics, there are enough people who are themselves mental.
Also you hear a couple of horror stories but you don't hear all 100.000 stories about things going as expected. That's selective perception and it easily spawns disproportionate ideas, especially when media are involved.
Don't underestimate sensationalist exaggeration and the influence of ignorance. Stories are wonderful being stories. But be wary concluding things you don't know at all.

 

[slimvictor]

I just read a horror story today about Phillip Craig Garrido, the rapist/kidnapper of Jaycee Lee Dugard. I pasted it below.

(the following is an excerpt from http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2009/09/01/BANS19GU6D.DTL)

In testimony at his federal trial, Garrido described himself as a habitual sexual predator who fueled his urges with the LSD he started taking in 1969. The day of the attack, he took four tabs of acid, he testified.

"I had this fantasy that was driving me to do this," Garrido testified. "No way to stop it."

Garrido approached Hall in the parking lot of a South Lake Tahoe grocery store Nov. 22, 1976, told her his car had broken down and persuaded her to give him a ride.

Once in her car, Garrido handcuffed Hall, then used a leather strap to tie her head to her knees. He drove her car across the state line - making the kidnapping a federal case - to what the prosecutor called a makeshift "sex palace," a storage unit in Reno that Garrido had stocked with pornography, sex devices and a mattress.

"I thought I was dead," Hall said this week in an interview on CNN's "Larry King Live."

Over the next five hours, Garrido raped Hall repeatedly. The attack stopped only when a passing police officer became suspicious about the car outside and knocked on the storage unit door.

 

[Solipsis]

Yes if I were the main suspect in such a horrid case I would also scapegoat something and try to make an insanity defense...

Like the childporn guy saying his cat did it by walking over the keyboard (!!!)

OK maybe it's not equally plausible but you get my point.

 

[swilow]

Psychedelic horror: staring at the face of reality with increasing disgust and then realising your never returning, or cant return to a place you've never actually been....

 

[phatass]

One of my best friends older brother took way too much LSD when he was young and it triggered or caused something along the lines of manic depression, however the doctors can't seem to find any medication to treat what he has, and he's speent half his life locked up in a psych ward (long story short)

 

[DOB]

That was good story Cosmic Charley... sounds like good times

 

[Gormur]

i've never heard of people having a freak out on lucy. if they do i guess they didn't know what to expect and have an overly-sensitive/psychotic reaction to syd. personally all i've ever been able to do is sit and stare in wonderment at all the rad visuals and take in the amazing aural effects.

was that whole brown acid thing a myth, btw? i tend to believe the so-called dirty acid --

shit that isn't properly synthed or poorly synthed directly from ergot (not lysergic acid>diethylamide), yielding low-purity crystal lsd, is the shit giving people anxiety, body load, and hangovers... maybe my friends and i are all different from the norm, but we use the same syd every time and it definitely acts more like an anti-anxiety, pain-killing, and anti-depressant..except without any noticeable side-effects.

the only thing i've noticed is a sensitivity to sunlight after i'd eaten several hits over a period of about 9-10 days in a row...so i took some vitamin B and all was good

short story (true one, but can't remember every detail, as it went on 12hrs)--
the most i've dropped at once was a 10-strip. i was at an NFL game and it felt like i was in a spaceship, with all the alien sounds and aphex-twinish music surrounding me with multicolored diamond patterns whenever i looked up at the sun or closed my eyes..then that turned to rows of colored dots later. people had halos around them at times, and i also couldn't see my feet when walking and had the distinct impression i was flying (altho i knew i wasn't, but it was convincing as fuck). now and then i'd see flying objects in my field of vision..when i got back to my pad, it was just nuts.. complete ego death as i merged full on into the experience.. boundaries and time had no meaning in this trip. i felt one with everything, so at peace, and it really felt like my first religious experience to get to know a higher power as well as myself; now more esoteric and conscious of the universe than ever before :D

 

[swilow]

That was good story Cosmic Charley... sounds like good times

Who what when and why? :D

I may as well share my own "horror story"- essentially, as a result of benzo w/d and LSD/changa ingestion, I ended up in the middle of Melbourne preaching the word of God or some nonsense (I had also drawn a sacred circle on my body and drawn a triangle on a nearby rubbish bin?pole? something- I also took my clothes off (left on shorts though), was arrested, taken to hospital, tranquilised, diagnosed as bipolar, had an awful reaction to seroquel, went back to hospital, was given various goods to halt the seroquel reaction, left, and now have to deal with varying charges; though, with luck, I only face community service or, even better, a fine that I'll avoid paying for years....

Good thing is that I'm not actually bipolar, and the police thought I was on meth; eventually my strangled gasps of "On LSD on LSD" got through to ze doctors and I was shut the fuck down.

I also took mescaline and meth once and ended up in hospital again after slicing the shit out of my arm; it was an exercise in unreality as the arm I sliced certainly appeared to be seperate from me. Oddly though, I still knew my slicer (the other arm) was mine....which begs the question, why was I slicing random arms?

 

[Tryptamine*Dreamer]

I had a ketamine trip where I ended up in a hellish place where I felt I'd be stuck in forever.

Trip report on Bl and Erowid

 

[jamaica0535]

I also took mescaline and meth once and ended up in hospital again after slicing the shit out of my arm; it was an exercise in unreality as the arm I sliced certainly appeared to be seperate from me. Oddly though, I still knew my slicer (the other arm) was mine....which begs the question, why was I slicing random arms?

This reminds me of another story, one that happened to a friend of mine, not sure what drugs were involved but he was passed out and unaware for the beginning of what happened... He got with some goth chick, who it turns out had a fetish for cutting people and blood.... He woke up to this girl over him slicing his stomach open with a razor and her mouth covered in blood.....

It left permanent scars on his stomach....

 

[DOB]

Who what when and why? :D
I also took mescaline and meth once and ended up in hospital again after slicing the shit out of my arm; it was an exercise in unreality as the arm I sliced certainly appeared to be seperate from me. Oddly though, I still knew my slicer (the other arm) was mine....which begs the question, why was I slicing random arms?

I wonder sometimes why inteligent people like you do stupid things like meth on mescaline or getting addicted to bezno.I am stupid,but I would never ever do that.

He changed his mind... if he dont want to share that story I will forget it then.

 

[Transcendence]

I also took mescaline and meth once and ended up in hospital again after slicing the shit out of my arm; it was an exercise in unreality as the arm I sliced certainly appeared to be seperate from me. Oddly though, I still knew my slicer (the other arm) was mine....which begs the question, why was I slicing random arms?

This is the most win quote I've read in a while.

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Last year I dosed 4 tabs of DOB (sold to me as acid, later found out they were ~1mg DOB per tab ). At the 12 hour mark I was still tripping HARD and starting to experience painful vasoconstriction in my arms and chest. My friends decided to go down to the dining commons on campus to get something to eat and I decided to join them because I was terrified of being alone. Upon arriving, I found the commons filled with elderly gentlemen in tuxedos, obsessively snapping photos of extravagantly decorated cupcakes.

Yes, this was actually happening.

Overcome with intense feelings of horror, loathing, and deja vu, I attempted to flee the commons at once with my friends in close pursuit. Upon reaching the exit, a wild-eyed dreadlocked man dressed in filthy green overalls and little else flung himself in my path and demanded that I assist him in "legalizing salvia". I felt that I was obligated to help him, so I asked him what I could do. He shoved a blank loose leaf paper into my hand and instructed me to write a petition to my local congressman. I screamed "YOU OF ALL PEOPLE SHOULD KNOW THAT THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE FOR ME RIGHT NOW", brushed him aside, and ran out into the void.

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The only time I blacked out from psychedelics, or indeed any drug, was on mushrooms. I remember the trip coming on, and thinking hard about the relationship between society and the media, making all these insane connections in my head, and then waking up 4 hours later in a state of utter ego loss.

I was broken.

I ended up turning on every light in the house, ripping every thermometer off the wall, going into my parents room with a printer (???) and then lying on the floor making weird hand signals to my dog. This was about 3:30, 4 in the morning. I spent the next couple of hours unable to speak, reading the Chinese characters on tags on clothing, with my parents watching me helplessly. I had a giant red mark on my arm from apparently trying to eat my bicep. I flipped them both off profusely and smiled whenever they asked me a question. When my dad asked me what I had taken, I went into my closet, retrieved a bad of weed, and sprinkled it on him.

I did not think that shrooms could last that long. When I came to, I almost considered jumping out a window. Before this my parents had no idea I did drugs at all. I'm sure it was quite an experience for them. Luckily, I had to get my wisdom teeth removed the next day, so I was able to spend the following week in a percocet haze. Everything seemed much better after that.