ROFLMAO, this is the best thread I've seen on Bluelight in a long time. It's actually got me laughing
I've done a lot of weird shit when stoned, but one story that comes to mind is when me and a few other friends went to the cemetary to smoke. We often did, it was nearby and fairly private.
It was after midnight, pitch black, we were about 15 years old and giggling like idiots because we had such little tolerance. This cemetary is really old and creepy, overgrown with trees in parts. Suddenly we see beams of light coming from between the trees, and hear distant shouting.
We couldn't tell what was being shouted but it seemed to be getting closer, so did the lights. It took a couple of seconds to sink in, but then all at one time - we fucking panicked and took off as fast as we could in the opposite direction, falling over tombstones and shit.
We had the feeling they/it/whatever was gaining on us, for some unknown and horrible purpose, and just when we thought we were about to get out into the clear we hit a wall. We clambered onto the wall and looked down at what looked like a drop of a few meters followed by a very steep incline. Oh fuck. The voices are getting louder but we can't make out any words, one of my friends swore he heard "STOP!" and "YOU'RE DEAD!" but he was as panicked as the rest of us so who knows?
Anyway, it's winter and one of my friends who is wearing a big puff jacket. He decides that he can act like a sled if he jumps off the wall, lands on the slope on his back, and slides, SLIDES TO FREEDOM!
Only problem was that the snow was more than a meter thick - and he was quite heavy - so as soon as he hit the slope he just disappeared into it and got stuck buried under snow. At this point we all broke into hysterics, because it was just so fucking funny to see him attempt some kind of James Bond getaway but end up at the bottom of a pile of snow.
Then we notice one of us is missing, jump down (carefully) from the wall, get our friend out of the snow and take off for the nearest safehouse (a friend of ours lived close by). Once there we debated what had just happened and pondered what the hell happened to our missing friend. Was he with us on the wall? When did we last see him? Did he fall over some tombstone and get devoured by the flashlightmonsters?
He didn't have a jacket on, and it was freezing out, so we worried, but then we just got high and ate pizza and fell asleep. About six in the morning we hear a frantic knocking at the window and it's him! Extremely cold and confused, but basically OK. Apparently he had noticed that there was in fact an easily visible gate/door on the wall and simply walked through and was probably long gone by the time we noticed he wasn't up on the wall with us.
He then ran around downtown Reykjavik in the middle of the night for something like five hours, hiding in back yards and whispering our names into the darkness - basically having the worst stoner panic attack ever.
So yeah, shit happens
--- G.
