2g Marijuana - Inexperienced - Terrifying Trip At Abandoned Asylum
It sounds like something out of a movie, but I just experienced the singly most terrifying hour of my life. I'm going to describe this hour in detail, because it was enough to turn a 22 year old man, two of his friends and his sister into gibbering, sobbing wrecks fleeing for their lives, screaming at the tops of our lungs.
In Whitby, Ontario, there's an abandoned psychiatric hospital. You can read up on it and look at some pictures here:
Infiltration: Whitby Psych
Basically, it's a huge network of residences, observation rooms and even a school. There are padded rooms and an electroshock machine still on site. It's been abandoned for about 7 years or so. Utterly deserted, run down and scary as hell - even during the day, even completely sober. It's honestly everything you'd expect a movie-style abandoned asylum to be.
The four of us (myself and two of my friends, as well as my 18 year old sister) went there last Saturday night (when it was still warm... now it's -28 C outside... but nevermind). We brought five joints with us (I'm not at the 'two grams a day' stage yet, so 1.25 joints of good weed is quite a bit for me). We get there at about 11:30 PM and wander inside. We first hit up the powerhouse, which is a really big warehouse with massive overturned generators and stuff. We smoked a bit in there, and then wandered out to explore some more while toking on the second.
After the first two joints, I see a house that I thought looked exactly like the one from the new Texas Chainsaw Massacre movie (with the pillars and the porch and the rectangular feel - at night, because it was in black-and-white, it even looked like the same color). The front door was barracaded with two sheets of metal, which looked like the sliding metal door the chainsaw wielding maniac jumps out of in the movie (at least, it did in the dark under the influence of weed
). So we walk up to the porch and do the 'stupid characters in a horror movie' routine of smoking the rest of our weed there. We weren't high yet, and the fact that the house looked like the one in the movie was merely 'really cool', not scary at all.
Done with the joints, we wander off to another house. My sister and one of my friends walk up to the front door and peer into the completely dark residence.
That's when someone started fucking with us. We still don't know who it was (a bored security guard, someone who lives nearby having some fun, an escapee from the nearby functional mental health facility, a mass hallucination... whatever). Anyways, as my sister and friend walk up, someone inside (without a light - the house was completely dark) yells out in a spooky voice: "Dooo noootttt goooo innnn therrrreee..."
So corny. So utterly inane. But at the time, the location and the weed made it completely terrifying. We ran at top speed away from the house, fleeing like madmen. I remember being convinced that the Texas Chainsaw Massacre had come true, that the killer was stalking me. I remember hearing the buzzing of a chainsaw. I also remember my chest hurting and me thinking I might have a heart attack and die. I think the fact that someone else was there was more terrifying than anything at the time, and my mind just went on overdrive trying to piece together who it was. Even at the time I knew that 'movie killer' was irrational, but my mind wouldn't let it go. Very weird.
We run into a building to hide. We turn out all our lights. We're now completely terrified (the high was no longer fun - it had all been channeled to anxiety and paranoia), in the pitch black of an abandoned asylum in the middle of the night hiding from someone chasing us. You know how, in a movie, it's not that scary when you can see and hear the killer? But the moment it goes quiet, when you'd think you were safe because the killer's gone, it's MORE scary because you KNOW he's going to pop out somewhere? I was living that. I think that was when I started sobbing. 8(
I know this sounds ridiculous, but imagine it through the lens of a hellishly bad paranoia trip. In an abandoned asylum. At night. With someone fucking with us.
So we're huddling. And then there's this huge BANG outside as whoever it was hurls a rock at a metal barrier (the one that looked like the sliding door from the movie). I almost threw up. I TORE ASS down the hallway, slipping on broken glass and cutting my hand to shit on the wall, my friends following, frantically fumbling with my light so I could see where I was going.
And then we get to a dead end!
We had to TURN AROUND and go back towards the noise! We had the lights on by now, and we peered down the hallway we'd run down. It's a long, LONG hallway (so long our light didn't reach the end) with open doorways leading into pitch black rooms on both sides spaced regularily down the length (imagine a long school hallway with classrooms). We're shaking, hugging eachother, nearly PISSING ourselves in terror, expecting some lunatic to burst out of the darkness past the limit of our light.
We slowly began walking down that hallway. It was the singly most terrifying thing I've ever, EVER done. I remember dropping to the floor and shrieking like a girl when the wall at the far end of the hallway suddenly appeared to our flashlights - I thought it was a person. We get to the end of the hallway. We turn the corner. We walk through the doorway.
And this is where I became the stupid horror movie person. I started running as fast as I could, panicking, screaming at the top of my lungs, waving my flashlight around as if flagging down an airplane. I didn't stop until we got back to the car. My friends were right behind me making as much noise as I was.
It was 1:00 AM. We'd been there for an hour and a half. In that time, I experienced absolutely paralyzing fear. I learned exactly what it's like to be in a horror movie. I will NEVER mock a horror movie character again for behaving stupidly on screen, because I now know that if I were in that situation, I'd be a blubbering mess. As far as I knew at the time, I was in that situation, so I know exactly what I'd do
Moral of the story. Do not test your limits by deliberately seeking out the worst possible environments to get high in. And if the person who was fucking with us reads this, good fucking show You fucked with us GOOD.
It sounds like something out of a movie, but I just experienced the singly most terrifying hour of my life. I'm going to describe this hour in detail, because it was enough to turn a 22 year old man, two of his friends and his sister into gibbering, sobbing wrecks fleeing for their lives, screaming at the tops of our lungs.
In Whitby, Ontario, there's an abandoned psychiatric hospital. You can read up on it and look at some pictures here:
Infiltration: Whitby Psych
Basically, it's a huge network of residences, observation rooms and even a school. There are padded rooms and an electroshock machine still on site. It's been abandoned for about 7 years or so. Utterly deserted, run down and scary as hell - even during the day, even completely sober. It's honestly everything you'd expect a movie-style abandoned asylum to be.
The four of us (myself and two of my friends, as well as my 18 year old sister) went there last Saturday night (when it was still warm... now it's -28 C outside... but nevermind). We brought five joints with us (I'm not at the 'two grams a day' stage yet, so 1.25 joints of good weed is quite a bit for me). We get there at about 11:30 PM and wander inside. We first hit up the powerhouse, which is a really big warehouse with massive overturned generators and stuff. We smoked a bit in there, and then wandered out to explore some more while toking on the second.
After the first two joints, I see a house that I thought looked exactly like the one from the new Texas Chainsaw Massacre movie (with the pillars and the porch and the rectangular feel - at night, because it was in black-and-white, it even looked like the same color). The front door was barracaded with two sheets of metal, which looked like the sliding metal door the chainsaw wielding maniac jumps out of in the movie (at least, it did in the dark under the influence of weed
). So we walk up to the porch and do the 'stupid characters in a horror movie' routine of smoking the rest of our weed there. We weren't high yet, and the fact that the house looked like the one in the movie was merely 'really cool', not scary at all. Done with the joints, we wander off to another house. My sister and one of my friends walk up to the front door and peer into the completely dark residence.
That's when someone started fucking with us. We still don't know who it was (a bored security guard, someone who lives nearby having some fun, an escapee from the nearby functional mental health facility, a mass hallucination... whatever). Anyways, as my sister and friend walk up, someone inside (without a light - the house was completely dark) yells out in a spooky voice: "Dooo noootttt goooo innnn therrrreee..."
So corny. So utterly inane. But at the time, the location and the weed made it completely terrifying. We ran at top speed away from the house, fleeing like madmen. I remember being convinced that the Texas Chainsaw Massacre had come true, that the killer was stalking me. I remember hearing the buzzing of a chainsaw. I also remember my chest hurting and me thinking I might have a heart attack and die. I think the fact that someone else was there was more terrifying than anything at the time, and my mind just went on overdrive trying to piece together who it was. Even at the time I knew that 'movie killer' was irrational, but my mind wouldn't let it go. Very weird.
We run into a building to hide. We turn out all our lights. We're now completely terrified (the high was no longer fun - it had all been channeled to anxiety and paranoia), in the pitch black of an abandoned asylum in the middle of the night hiding from someone chasing us. You know how, in a movie, it's not that scary when you can see and hear the killer? But the moment it goes quiet, when you'd think you were safe because the killer's gone, it's MORE scary because you KNOW he's going to pop out somewhere? I was living that. I think that was when I started sobbing. 8(
I know this sounds ridiculous, but imagine it through the lens of a hellishly bad paranoia trip. In an abandoned asylum. At night. With someone fucking with us.
So we're huddling. And then there's this huge BANG outside as whoever it was hurls a rock at a metal barrier (the one that looked like the sliding door from the movie). I almost threw up. I TORE ASS down the hallway, slipping on broken glass and cutting my hand to shit on the wall, my friends following, frantically fumbling with my light so I could see where I was going.
And then we get to a dead end!
We had to TURN AROUND and go back towards the noise! We had the lights on by now, and we peered down the hallway we'd run down. It's a long, LONG hallway (so long our light didn't reach the end) with open doorways leading into pitch black rooms on both sides spaced regularily down the length (imagine a long school hallway with classrooms). We're shaking, hugging eachother, nearly PISSING ourselves in terror, expecting some lunatic to burst out of the darkness past the limit of our light.
We slowly began walking down that hallway. It was the singly most terrifying thing I've ever, EVER done. I remember dropping to the floor and shrieking like a girl when the wall at the far end of the hallway suddenly appeared to our flashlights - I thought it was a person. We get to the end of the hallway. We turn the corner. We walk through the doorway.
And this is where I became the stupid horror movie person. I started running as fast as I could, panicking, screaming at the top of my lungs, waving my flashlight around as if flagging down an airplane. I didn't stop until we got back to the car. My friends were right behind me making as much noise as I was.
It was 1:00 AM. We'd been there for an hour and a half. In that time, I experienced absolutely paralyzing fear. I learned exactly what it's like to be in a horror movie. I will NEVER mock a horror movie character again for behaving stupidly on screen, because I now know that if I were in that situation, I'd be a blubbering mess. As far as I knew at the time, I was in that situation, so I know exactly what I'd do
Moral of the story. Do not test your limits by deliberately seeking out the worst possible environments to get high in. And if the person who was fucking with us reads this, good fucking show
You fucked with us GOOD. 
one of my friends freaks us out all the time, i was crying and screaming once... it was great 
