skinwalker
Bluelighter
This trip happened when i was 13, Im now 28, and still haunts me to this day as if it was yesterday. It was supposed to be a fun night of shrooming with two of my other friends at my house while my mom was asleep. I've hosted many other acid and shroom gatherings prior to this night. I had never had any shrooms that good to this day. I had already popped a couple grams before my friends had arrived and so did they. We were a couple of hours into the trip and about the peak of the trip i stupidly went to my room and retrieved my .380 automatic and brought it into the living room. Once in the living room my friend wanted to see it so i gave it to him with the magazine still in the gun. During this whole time i was so out of it it was like a dream until my friend cocked the slide back and immediately aimed it at my dogs face and POP!!!
Everything went in fast forward after that and once i saw my friend shoot my dog i heard the gunshot and my ears started to ring i smelled the gunsmoke and hear my dog crying out the backdoor and continued to cry.
I reacted pretty quick suprisingly and got the gun away from my friend and hid it expecting my mom to wake up any second and catch us tripping out which never happened she never woke up. I was also expecting for the police to come by. My back door was open and we lived in a conservative neighborhood.
After that i pretty much had a mental breakdown on shrooms because i couldnt go back and deal with my dog. But even worse when i asked my friend why he did it and he said that he was going to point it at my other friend but instead chose the dog. So i began to have thoughts of death/dying and what would of happened if he chose to shoot my other friend or even me.
One of my other more sober friends came over and picked up my dog and i gave them my gun. From there i still don't know what happened after that. I still talk to them but never wanted to ask.
I made up a lie to my mom saying that my dog ran away and i found him a couple blocks run over and that i burried him in the nearby desert. Which is a lie i always have never come forth with to this day.
Everything went in fast forward after that and once i saw my friend shoot my dog i heard the gunshot and my ears started to ring i smelled the gunsmoke and hear my dog crying out the backdoor and continued to cry.
I reacted pretty quick suprisingly and got the gun away from my friend and hid it expecting my mom to wake up any second and catch us tripping out which never happened she never woke up. I was also expecting for the police to come by. My back door was open and we lived in a conservative neighborhood.
After that i pretty much had a mental breakdown on shrooms because i couldnt go back and deal with my dog. But even worse when i asked my friend why he did it and he said that he was going to point it at my other friend but instead chose the dog. So i began to have thoughts of death/dying and what would of happened if he chose to shoot my other friend or even me.
One of my other more sober friends came over and picked up my dog and i gave them my gun. From there i still don't know what happened after that. I still talk to them but never wanted to ask.
I made up a lie to my mom saying that my dog ran away and i found him a couple blocks run over and that i burried him in the nearby desert. Which is a lie i always have never come forth with to this day.

