Sorry for the long post, I am processing something whats been an extremely traumatic 2 weeks since we took this drug. I could find nothing about it online. I was told people here might be able to help figure out what’s going on here my friend is in the hospital with a horrifying self-inflicted injury a month later and me and the rest of us feel like we’re going insane since we took it too. The last part is gross and gory I’m sorry but Im the one who had to see it.
For some background I’m 24 dabbled in
drugs for a while, smoked weed a long time, did a lot of DXM and DPH in high
school, tried LSD shrooms and molly back then too and loved it. Made a friend
in college who introduced me to rcs - he knew everything about them and would
buy them online. Ended up moving in with him and some of his friends who also
loved them my second year. Lots of good times taking them together, things like
4-AcO-DMT, 2C-B, DCK, MAL, 1P-LSD, 4-HO-MiPT, a bunch more whos names I can’t
remember, one roommate sold weed and ketamine too so we were living it up all
the time. In this story my friend is E, my other roommates are J and S.
So E tells me hes been talking to this
guy online who synthesizes his own drugs in some shady basement lab. He makes
things like DMT and molly and some other psychedelics I haven’t heard of that E
said were all super legit and that some of what we had tried together before
actually came from this guy. He said the guy made a new one that had never been
made before that was unlike anything else he’d tried, it was supposed to be
some kind of psychedelic, he was super excited.
The day comes, the package arrives, we
decide to dive right in. It comes as a bag with some molecule drawn on it,
theres a picture of the bag at the bottom. it was a tan powder and the bottom
said ADBZL-ZC-P. E knows his shit with molecules and stuff and he said it
looked like nothing he’d seen before but was still excited to try. He said
whoever sent it had already tried it a bunch and said a dose was about 25 mg.
When the weekend rolled around we all made plans to try this together, E weighed
our doses out but weighed a little more for himself.
The experience was a lot of fun at
first, it felt like other psychedelics I had taken there were colors and
beautiful patterns on the walls. The headspace felt like a psychedelic, but my
brain felt slower and kinda foggy and out of balance, like I was definitely
fucked up on something. There was something that felt strange though, I don’t
know how to describe it. Its like how you know someone is standing right behind
you even if you cant see them but you know that its there or like you know
you’re being watched, something was making me really nervous. I asked my
friends about this and they said the same but we thought nothing of it. We just
hung out and watched nature documentaries and rick and morty for a while like
we usually do. After about 6 hours though, we were all still tripping really
hard and starting to get worried, we were still fully in the peak. E randomly
started crying before running off to shut himself in his room. We looked up
ways to make it stop but didn’t have anything on hand. The visuals were
changing at this point, it was less like patterns and more like big blocks and
blobs of color sitting in one spot. I started seeing movements in the corner of
my vision that reminded me of doing DPH back in high school. S and J started
noticing it too. J had sworn he saw someone out the window just standing there
on the sidewalk staring into our house. S had gone to the bathroom to throw up.
I look out the widow and see something too, it looks like a person standing
there but it quickly runs away and disappears when I look. Suddenly my blood
just runs cold, I feel such a sense of dread. I turn to J and he turns to me at
the same time like he felt it too. S comes out of the bathroom and just starts
sobbing. The visuals start to look like wet black hair smeared all over the
walls. There are dark spots in all of the corners that seem to move and
shudder. At this point we’re all scared and confused and huddled on the couch
together. What’s weird is that this wasn’t like when I used to take DPH where I
was forgetful and confused, we all felt lucid enough to talk to each other.
Also weird is we all had the same visuals, they also saw the same hair on the
same walls, shadow people lurking in the same spots and dashing out of view. We
begin hearing things that sound like tapping on the walls and floors its all
really creepy. We check on E and he’s just curled in a ball on his bed still
crying, we try to talk to him but he won’t respond. We wonder if we should call
911 or something.
Maybe like 10 hours after we dosed
though it feels like its starting to wind down and we’re coming down, much to
our relief. We feel less messed up and the visuals become more faint. E seems
like he had fallen asleep by now. Then something really weird happens, the mail
slot makes a noise making us all jump and a piece of paper passes through. It’s
2 AM now so this is really weird and really scary. Before we can look at it, we
hear E jump out of bed and RUN to the front door like his life depends on it to
pick it up. He looks at it and screams NO and then collapses to the ground
sobbing again. The paper is dirty and beat up and has a bunch of weird symbols
and scribbles drawn on it, but we just think its someone fucking with us and E
is still on drugs because he took more. Then around 3 AM there is a very loud
knock on the door like it’s the police, we all panic but nothing happens and it
doesn’t lock again. I look out the peephole and see nothing, its probably just
someone fucking with us. We end up all going to bed.
The next day we all feel off, everyone
sleeps in pretty late but we still don’t see E. We talk about what we
experienced and how fucked up and uncomfortable and creepy it was but we just
figure not every drug will be nice. At about 6 PM E finally comes out of his
room, he looks pale and messy and is just moving very slowly. When we try to
talk to him all we can get is just a mutter or “yeah” or “huh”, he makes a bowl
of cereal for himself and eats it and goes back to his room. We just figure
he’s more fucked up since he took more but he’ll be fine.
The last 2 weeks since then have been
an absolute nightmare that I cannot explain. Later that night another weird
piece of paper was passed through our mail slot. It also had scribbles and
symbols on it. This would continue all times of day, we would get more and more
of these. They were all different but all of them shared one symbol, a hexagon
with an X through it, a big scribble in the middle and two scribbles above,
almost like a face (I included a picture of them). We started getting more
knocking on the door at very weird hours, aggressive pounding late at night,
and every time nothing was there. All of us have been seeing figures standing
in the distance outside our windows or in the distance when we’re outside that
seem to be staring at us, they look human but they always seem blurry. Little
black scorch marks or something started appearing on the wood on the outside of
our house. E became a complete recluse, only leaving his room to eat or go to
the bathroom. He stopped going to classes and he’s estranged from his family
for the drug stuff so we’re the only ones really checking on him. There was one
night where we heard him shouting wildly, it was mostly incoherent but there
were bits I could make out about “they see us” and “its happening”. We grabbed
him and calmed him down and he just collapsed and fell asleep. After a few
days, people stopped talking to all of us, friends and family we reach out to
just don’t respond anymore, when we talk to others in person they seem nervous
and try to get away as soon as possible even though I’m sure none of us have
been doing or saying anything weird. We didn’t even tell anyone about what
happened with the drug or anything. All we have is each other, and S and J have
been getting noticeably more depressed and detached. All the while the knocking
continues and the notes are piling up, we’ve camped out at the window and the
door for shifts to try and see who is doing this or stop them but if we do,
nothing happens and whenever we go away or stop it just happens again we can’t
just stay on top of this 24/7.
3 days ago things got much much worse.
Most days when I come back from class I go and check on E, just pop his door
open and say hi. He never wants to talk or anything and is usually sleeping, I
know he’s more fucked up because he took a higher dose but he’s still eating
and all. Maybe I’ve fucked up by not taking him to a hospital or a psych ward
but I don’t even know what I’d say like this whole time I was just hoping it
would wear off or he would snap out of it eventually. None of his other friends
or professors or anything have reached out to us about it or anything which has
also been weird.
This time was the worst thing I have
ever seen though. E was kneeling on the floor with his left arm on the bed. He
turned to me and smiled for the first time I’ve seen him smile in weeks but it
was an unnerving toothy grin. There was blood everywhere. I shouted WHAT THE
FUCK before I took a closer look- his hand was laid out on the bed and it had
been perfectly disassembled. Like the bones were all laid out neatly on the bed
separate from each other in the shape of a hand, all of the muscles and tendons
and other stuff had been neatly separated from each other and laid out straight
in strips, but what fucked me up the most was the big blood vessels were fully
intact, laid out in a radiating pattern with all their branches and bends
completely intact like he had just gently pulled them out of his body. The skin
had been neatly peeled back and was dangling off to the side. “They’re going to
need this” he said to me in his normal voice, the first full sentence I had
heard from him for weeks. There were no knives or tools or anything lying
around (and he was left handed??) I have no idea how this happened. I fucking
puked on the spot and called 911. I didn’t tell the paramedics about any of the
drug stuff just that he had some mental problems. I just ran out of the house
after that.
I haven’t been back to the house since
then. I’ve been sleeping on benches and using the school computers. I have no
idea where J and S are and they haven’t reached out to me or responded to any
messages I send to them. None of my family has been responding to my texts or calls.
When I walk around in public I feel like I’m invisible, people don’t notice me
or acknowledge me, when I buy food the clerk will never look up at my face.
I’ve been seeing more of those blurry figures just standing there, staring and
not moving, at all times of day. I walk by scraps of litter on the street that
have the symbol and scribbles drawn on them. I don’t know what to do, my whole
life is falling apart and I don’t know who to talk to or where to go for help,
I’m hoping someone here might have an answer, help, please.
Here is the bag with the molecule on
it: https://i.imgur.com/cbpucOM.jpg
Here is 3 of the notes: https://i.imgur.com/s5zZQn0.jpg
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So you may have seen this on reddit :p I love horror I loved creepypasta so much as a teen and always wanted to write my own. I figured I should write what I know and make something within a niche of my knowledge
Most people weren't fooled which is cool I had to put a classic unbelievable shocking creepypasta hook in at the end, I couldn't help myself! To the well meaning people who genuinely offered advice in the comments or suspended their disbelief I am sorry for pranking you! Your hearts are in the right place ~
Shoutout to people who recognized how extensively fucked up the molecule I made was .I thought to myself "what is the most cursed molecule I can create" and rendered this abomination, hackling together a BZ derivative with a 2C-P NBOMe and an adamantane to boot. It was supposed to be ADBZL-2C-P but my handwriting is so bad that it looked like a Z so I just rolled with it. Name sounds like a synth noid really. Doubt this would be stable or active in any form and it may possibly be toxic? Didn't even bother to run it through STP lol. Just by sheer coincidence searching the name of the drug in google brings about some weird results, something I didn't even realize until after posting. Really added a lot to the story and to the mystique!
Anyways, I hope I didn't give anyone bad vibes. Apologies for pulling a hoax and for any undue fear it may have caused. If a mysterious molecule comes in from a mysterious internet vendor and it looks cursed like this maybe don't ingest it (the powder in the bag is just galangal powder + powder sugar lol).
Happy Halloween!
Here is a an archived snapshot in case it gets deleted by mods again lol:
And here it is with old reddit:
