It wasn't the large amount of acid that I'd ingested that frightened me, but the strange mushrooms I had also taken nearly ten minutes before. I could feel them starting to work and it was an evil thing indeed that was welling up inside my brain like some great beast intent upon devouring my reason.
"This isn't good." Someone said loudly, too loudly for the relative quiet of the packed theater I found myself in.
"Shut the fuck up!" I responded, angry at the thought that someone was interfering with the movie experience of all the other fine folks who had dipped into their hard-won hourly wages in order to come and enjoy an evening at the theater. There was a problem though, the voice with which I'd just demanded silence was the same voice I'd heard only moments before commenting all too loudly on the bleakness of the situation. "Oh shit, they've stolen my voice." I said aloud.
At least, I thought I said it aloud, but now I couldn't be certain because at least one other person was able to exactly match the pitch of my voice, and it could have been that person and not myself who was complaining of a stolen voice. Though, why they would imply that someone had stolen their voice, when clearly they had stolen mine, I could not fathom. Others in the theater were starring at me now, obviously as alarmed by the fact that my voice was coming from multiple sources as I was.
The man next to me looked angry, and for a moment I thought he was going to yell at me, and insist that I take care of the doppleganger running about with my voice, but instead, as he opened his mouth, his head split in two and erupted a great light that threatened to sear out my eyes. My voice screamed from somewhere nearby and I felt someone wet my pants. It was warm and terrible, but I felt bad for the individual that had been so frightened by the other theater patron's head erupting into light that he had peed on my pants. I would have comforted him, but over the loud din of a person screaming, and with my eyes sealed tight against the terrible light, I had no idea who had so befouled my pants.
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