

I have created an account on this site for the sole purpose of documenting and sharing this story. Everything you are about to read in this trip report is not fabricated or exaggerated in the least bit, and i will try my best not to leave out any important details.



On September of 2014, A friend of mine had the whole house to himself as his parents were off on vacation for the weekend.

Carl and I had been talking about tripping together for months, mostly due to an increasing amount of our buddies who had tried them and told us great things about their experiences, so when Carl's parents left for vacation we knew the time had come for us to trip balls. We bought 10 grams of dried Mushrooms of which about 2-2.5 was consumed by a friend of ours we'll call Jameson on a Friday night. We tripped sat him as we brought him along to a skate park and met with about 15 of our other friends. We all smoked some weed, listened to music and had a good time. He described the trip as one of the most beautiful and introspective things he has ever experienced. He at first was nervous but A friend And I were able to guide him and steer him into a really good trip. After sitting my friend and seeing his reaction I was really looking forward to trying this psychedelic.



The next day came, and it was the day that Carl and I were going to split the remaining 7.5-8 grams at his house. I arrived there relatively early (About 3pm) and we were awaiting 3 of our other friends to come later that night (5-7ish) to drink beer and smoke some ganja(Kinda like a little house party for them as they trip sat us). We started rolling joints for our friends and getting the mushrooms ready for the both of us. To our surprise the door bell rang early and it was our friend Eric who came early from work. He comes in, kisses the both of us on the cheeks and greets us with large enthusiasm. Carl and I had just finished preparing two Nutella Mushroom sandwiches, and had a remaining 2-2.5 left in the bag. In the moment it seemed like common sense to offer our friend Eric a trip through the cosmos. At first he was hesitant, and we told him if he was not in a good place in his life that he should not partake in this journey with us. I gave him some articles to read on my phone as he took a dump upstairs and showered.Eric came downstairs and told us that after reading some article about a caterpillar smoking hookah,that he was interested in tripping with us.I asked him again if he was depressed or had any psychological issues and he said he had never been happier. So we made a final third sandwich and headed out of the house with our snacks towards a bus stop to meet our forth friend Marcus. We finished eating our sandwiches by the time we got to the bus stop. The three of us had absolutely no idea what we had just accomplished, that we all had just bought a ticket for a ride that goes into outer-fucking-space. We picked up Marcus and started walking back to Carl's house. It was still bright outside and there was a light drizzle, immediately the rain had caused a thought to pop into my head about foreshadowing and omens.I rationalized that i had been reading too many novels in my spare time and brushed off the thought. Carl And Eric would always play fight from time to time at school, Eric was no stranger to violence, he was even captain of our Rugby team. To my dismay when we got back to the house, both Carl and Eric had started pushing each other around in a semi serious matter, but before their fight got too physical they quickly made up and hugged it out. I thought to myself that their display of testosterone and violence before the drug took effect was more foreshadowing and would set the tone of the rest of the trip, i called myself an idiot in my internal dialogue and shrugged off the thought again. Marcus had finished the joint he sparked from the moment he got off the bus and immediately raided Carl's fridge when we entered the house.



As Marcus ate in the kitchen , Carl, Eric and I all simultaneously exploded into a fit of laughter in the living room, the mushrooms were kicking just after 25 minutes it seemed. We all sat in a circle and just laughed hysterically. Everyone laughed even harder when i announced "This is definitely the highest i have ever been in my life" Then Carl And Eric started excitedly describing what they were feeling. They would pace around the house spinning in circles around one another yelling "Wooooaaah" at the top of their lungs. Their spinning around whilst almost tripping over one another lasted for a couple of minutes but eventually they stopped, ending their miniature loop. I had a pair of good quality head phones with me for when i started tripping hard and was planning to listen to Queens of the Stone age and some Pink Floyd. I put my phone on shuffle and went into the upstairs bathroom. It was at that moment while sitting on a toilet, defecating to smooth jazz that i had experienced the greatest laughing fit in my entire life. I was not hallucinating yet, but when I looked in the bathroom mirror I noticed my pupils were saucers at a half hour in. Everything appeared to be more in focus as opposed to when I'm sober. Wrinkles and laugh lines on my face seem more detailed and intricate, my own skin was fascinating me. I was already having a blast and wondered if my friends were having fun too. I rejoined everyone who were now sitting outside on Carl's patio. At this point the rain had stopped and the stars had come out. The temperature was nice and cool and there was a slight breeze. Our last friend Drake came from the side of the house and announced his arrival to our immediate cheers and greetings. The whole gang was here, and our trip was about to take off.



Carl pulls out a joint and sparks it, passing it around to Marcus And then to Drake, when it gets into Eric's hands i look at him and tell him not to smoke, as i have no idea how he will react with it. Carl decides to peer pressure Eric by calling him a pussy and Eric decides to smoke it anyway. At this point i am the only person who has not consumed Cannabis. Everyone starts feeling the effects more and more as they describe the stars bouncing around and everything having a "rainbow texture". At this point i decide to head inside and lay on the sofa next to a Scooby Doo plush doll and put on some electronic music. Everyone comes inside and Drake laughs at me as i was sitting there alone with the biggest smile on my face. I decide to put on Dark Side Of The Moon from Pink Floyd to set the sound track for the night, i take the headphones of my ears and let them hang around my neck with the volume on full blast. Carl at this point is going around asking everyone such enlightening questions as "Why do we BREATHE?!" "Why are we even talking to each other? What is the point of this? Who are we?" and he repeats these few questions again and again for a few minutes, he then proceeds to goes upstairs to his mothers room, he lies down on a huge bed with all of the lights turned off. The Song "Time" comes i sit with Drake And Marcus in the kitchen who are munching on some on cereal and discussing High school stoner stories and women. After talking for a while they mentioned how normal,relaxed and "sober" i seem compared to Eric And Carl, which is something i have noticed in my previous two trips, i always feel extremely lucid and sedated when taking psychedelics. I go to check up on Carl and we lay in his moms bed for a good minute or so just laughing at how high we are, the entire room was filled with green pulsating orbs and tree like fractals, we then come downstairs to join everyone in the kitchen. After talking and everyone seeming to radiate good vibes, I pause the music and start a drum beat on the table with my hands which is something we would do back in High school. Everyone joins in and we start jamming, it was one of the coolest moments of my life, this hand drum session goes on for a few minutes and then all of a sudden while we are gaining momentum in our beat, Eric starts violently slapping the table for a good couple of seconds as we all look at him confused and disturbed, he apologizes and we all shrug it off. At one point in the living room Eric grabs me by the back of my neck and squeezes really hard, and quickly apologizes, pleading me to not let him do that again.I yet again shrug it off as i was too busy having an amazing uplifting trip with this Album.



Visuals at this point are typical mild mushrooms hallucinations such as a hazy mystical look to everything, and patterns/fractals forming on different surfaces. Alas it was the head space i found myself in that stole the show, it absolutely magical, i start saying things out loud such as "No one truly dies" and how everyone and everything in this life is one big connected consciousness, the only way to describe it is basically I felt at one with the entire universe. Carl stars at the ceiling with a huge smile on his face, and tells me his trip just went to a very warm place. The track "Money" begins playing and we start drinking alcohol. Marcus,Carl and Drake each have over 5 shots, while i only drink 1 or 2 with Eric. Some time passes and i walk over to the living room and see Eric who is staring himself in the mirror with horror and tears in his eyes, he repeats nonsensical things to himself such as "It can't be nothing, but life's gotta be something right? Is it suffering? What the fuck is it?". I sit him down on the sofa and ask him whats up. He tells me "Bro, i am finding it very hard to find a calmness right now" I tell him that the trip will end in a few hours and to just take it easy and not to stay by him self, i put my headphones over his ears as the song "Any Color You Like" plays, he smiles and says he enjoys the song and starts lap drumming to it, i tell him "Dude, you got a rhythm in you". Eric then proceeds to sits in the kitchen with everyone else with a more positive mood and they put on some rap music on the sound system, i put on my shoes and decide i need some time outside to listen to that Queens album i had planned on.





Edit: I also remember giving him brain damage to listen to, which looking back at, was not the smartest idea.





I walk outside and sit on a chair which was placed underneath a bunch of plants next to Carl's pool. The song "Eclipse" plays as i watch these plants transform into huge vines that swallowed my entire field of vision,these visuals were absolutely breathtaking. I look up at this beautiful kaleidoscope of plants and flowers and whisper "thank you" as i realize what i really want to do in my life, amongst other epiphanies, but i won't get into details, as this trip report essentially isn't about me. After my little poolside religious experience, I sit crossed legged on the grass and listen to a few more tracks from Tame Impala while looking at the stars dance. I take off my headphones and stand up, it was then I heard a beautiful and whimsical sound that resembled some sort of wind chime, I couldn't tell if it was an auditory hallucination or simply an actual wind chime. Whatever that sound was, it gave me goose bumps and put a huge smile on my face. The few moments i had outside were absolutely blissful and was in the greatest mood possible, the type you get when you are on vacation with family and everything in the world is okay. It was then I decided to rejoin my friends indoors and make sure everything was okay with them too, ignoring my plans to listen to that Queens album.



I warmly greet Marcus And Drake who are stoned out of their minds in the kitchen as i enter through a screen door from outside. I ask them where Eric and Carl is, And they both shrug. I search the house and find that Carl upstairs talking to one of his friends on the phone and laughing, he gets off the phone and tells me that Eric is acting really weird, doing shit like walking up to everyone and moaning in their ears,growling and saying creepy shit.I continue looking for Eric around the house, and that's when i heard a noises coming from inside the Garage.I discover him inside the garage in pitch black throwing around water bottles and slamming fridge doors, he notices i am watching him right away and marches back into the living room repeating the words "I'm sorry". I go upstairs to Carls room where everyone was watching funny videos and inform them that Eric is kind of freaking out a bit and we should all talk to him and make him relax. Before i can finish speaking , the sound of glass shattering boomed throughout the household.



"Eric?!, ERIC!!" Carl shrieked. He was panicking as this was a sound that occurred in his house. All four of us ran downstairs to investigate the sound. To our shock Eric had broke a huge glass table in the living room and had cut his arm up really badly, i mean really badly, his forearm was actually squirting blood. It took a moment for me to register exactly what the heck i should do as i watch my friends blood form patterns and morph on the wooden floor. All of us were high as fucking kites and if we didn't act fast, my friend was going to bleed out. Marcus and Drake walked Eric over to a chair and sat him down as Carl ran to get a first aid kit, he quickly instead returned with a towel to put pressure on the bleeding so he could go back and try to find where his mom put the first aid kit. As Carl is putting the towel on Eric's arm, Eric stands up and PUNCHES HIM IN THE FACE. We all start screaming at Eric to stop as he starts jumping up and down around a table and slapping it with both hands as he manically yells and makes what i would describe as childish sounds. Marcus, Drake And Carl all start back peddling towards the stairs trying to figure out if they should restrain him or not. I go up to Eric with my hands out towards him trying to reason with him, as i notice his penis was out of his pants and flapping about towards me. When i realized that he had pulled his dick out of his pants and was jumping up and down spraying blood everywhere i immediately backed off and ditched any attempt to restrain/reason with him. I joined the others on the staircase as we watched Eric try to launch himself off a couch and through a window, luckily he only slid off the curtains, leaving a smear of blood on them. At this point he is murmuring shit about murder so the four of us dash up the stairs.



Eric follows us upstairs into the narrow hallway which leads into : The bathroom, The moms room ,Carl's room and A guest room. We quickly close all the doors to the moms room and Carl's room as we don't want Eric to spray blood on any more furniture, especially the Mother's bed room which was full of white comforters and pillows. As we start backing up into the guest room at the end of the hallway , Eric punches and breaks a huge mirror which shattered into hundreds of tiny little glass fragments. To this day, The most disturbing sound i have ever heard in my life is the sound of my friend Eric picking up a cubic chunk of broken mirror , putting it in his mouth and proceeding to chew on it. Yes, He was eating glass. I remember Marcus almost bursting into tears when he screamed "WHAT THE FUCK IS IN HIS MOUTH?". Carl immediately re opens the door to his room and grabs a tennis racket to use as a weapon. We all dash into the guest room and that's when Eric charged the room screaming and we all had to slam the door on him. His bloody fingers were in the way and we had to pry them off to close the door. The three other guys are holding the door shut as Eric bangs and screams on the other side, i take a moment to assess what exactly is happening and at that moment nearly faint, i am sweating like a pig, my vision goes grey and my ears start ringing. This sensation lasts for 3-4 seconds and i snap back into reality. I try to jump out the window to escape but to my dismay it was a weirdly shaped window that can only be rolled down half way. My friends call me an idiot and ask me to help the hold the door down. And there it was, four athletic boys barricading themselves in a room from a single kid that had lost his mind on psychedelic mushrooms, a room that had lime green painted walls and tacky paintings of fruit hung up everywhere.





Eric is now putting his hands under the door and speaking in tongues, and when i say tongues i mean literal gibberish, as if a demon had possessed him. The four of us are freaking out,screaming at each other in panic. We have no idea how to handle the situation, how the hell can we call the cops when everyone is high as shit and there are drugs in the house? How would we hide the fact that Carl And I are also on mushrooms? Eventually we all arrive to the common sense conclusion that if we don't act fast, our friend is going to die. We decide as a group that it's time to call the police. Now despite what I've learned about bad trips and to never call the police, this was a clear exception as our friend was bleeding to death out in that hallway and needed saving. Marcus decided to make the call as C,D and I held the door down. Marcus told them that our friend was reacting badly to an "unknown substance" and was bleeding out and having a psychotic breakdown. At one point the banging on the door and screaming stopped, Carl whimpered "That's it, my best friend just died in my hallway. our lives are over" To our joy this was not the case as he started slamming the door again and screaming shit like "I'll fucking kill you all". On and off, He would stop screaming and making noises only to burst back into his fit of rage, effectively reminding us he is still alive and kicking, in total we thought he died three times. He would sing nursery rhymes from elementary such as "Un éléphant qui se balançait" as he laid down in a pool of his own blood outside of the door of the guest room. At times i would hear Eric choking and trying to clear his throat,he was continuing to chew what sounded like more and more glass. Carl sat down against a big wooden wardrobe,with his gold cross in one hand, a tennis racket in the other and blood all over his shirt. He looked at me and asked if our lives were over, and at that moment, with our friend dying and cops on their way, it really felt like it was. It felt like we were in that room for over an hour, the weight of the world was crashing down on me, like no matter how much time passed after this, things would never be the same. i thought of all our friends from High school and how they would react to learning that Eric had died on a Mushroom bad trip. This all felt like a movie, a really intense horror movie.



The cops finally arrived after 15 minutes of being on the phone with them. The two first responders were these two female cops, they kicked down the front door downstairs and the first thing they said after "POLICE!" was "Oh mon diue" which roughly translates to "HOLY SHIT" as they saw all the blood splattered on the walls and furniture. We scream for help "WE'RE UPSTAIRS!!!" as they run up stairs and immediately see Eric. They ask him if he is alright to which he replies in utter gibberish and demon talk. The police sound like they tried to touch him and they were met with resistance and violence. We can now hear him resisting the two female cops and screaming manically. One of the cops opens the door to see if we are alright and that was the first time we saw Eric in over 15 minutes, he looked like a beaten animal, covered in his own blood from head to toe,his hair and clothes drenched in crimson. The air thick with the stench of iron and what i could only describe as "gym sweat". The rest of the police arrive no less than a few minutes later and now seven or eight cops are trying to restrain Eric as he squirms and jerks his body around violently like a fish out of water. Eric spits blood in the face of one of the female police officers and the rest of the cops burst into laughter and start cracking jokes at her. The largest cop put his boot on Eric's upper chest to hold him down as the rest held his arms down and put hand cuffs on him while the paramedics were trying to assess where the source of all the blood was coming from.



Eight cops trying to restrain my friend in a hallway that resembles the aftermath of several people being massacred with a chain saw, is an image that will be forever ingrained in my memory. The door to Carl's room was completely ripped off its hinges, and there was a message written in blood right outside our door that said "We Must Die". At this point i couldn't tell if i was still high on mushrooms or experiencing shock, hell, it was probably a combination of both. Blue and red strobe lights illuminated the blood at the end of the hallway as the now bright and glaring blood started morphing into different psychedelic patterns of horrified faces that resemble Edvard Munch's "SCREAM" painting. The paramedics ask us where the blood is coming from, and Marcus informs them there is a cut on his left forearm. Almost immediately after the paramedics bandage his wound up, Eric's heart stops beating and he now has to shocked back to life with a defibrillator. The paramedics first attempt failed, but luckily on the second try his heart started kicking again. At this point he was no longer resisting the police, so they put him on a stretcher, strapped him in tight and took him away on an ambulance.





The cops brought out blankets and coffee mugs full of water to comfort us, they didn't bother questioning us too much as they themselves seemed to be bothered by the whole ordeal as well. We told them our friend had taken mushrooms and and that was basically all for questioning,half of us were still minors at the time so they probably assumed we were in severe shock. They Didn't ask us if we were on any substances or anything of that nature. "Are you sure it was just mushrooms that caused this?" was a question that must have been repeated over a dozen times by different officers. The paramedics also made sure Carl was okay as he had been punched pretty hard and was bleeding in the mouth, they take his blood pressure and he stares at his hallway ;his house destroyed, his his pupils dilated and wondering just how he was going to explain this to his family. I assumed my pupils were saucers as well, but at this point tripping around police were the least of my worries. I had a conversation with one of the younger officers who had braces on his teeth and was exceptionally knowledgeable about psychedelics, informing me that our friend had a "bad trip" and that he misused the drug in a wrong setting, i immediately thought about this forum while talking to him. The oldest and most experienced paramedic tried to lighten up the situation by saying in a comedic tone that in all the years that he's been working this job that this takes the cake for the most ridiculous and violent scene he has stumbled upon. He told us that the reason so many cops arrived as backup so quickly was because the two first responders were expecting to find dead bodies with the amount of blood they saw.

The cops found a joint on the kitchen table but they didn't really seemed concerned in the least bit and simply confiscated it. We walked out into the hallway and i burst into tears as i saw the amount of blood that was spilled on the floors, walls and the ceiling; in my mind i thought there was no way my friend could have survived. The cops had swept the glass away and led us through the blood splattered hallway and out of the house and into the garage, all of our socks were soaked in blood. Outside they took down our information and told us if they had any questions they would contact us, they also asked us how much alcohol we drank and told them the truth.Carl he was sitting on his front steps with a blanket over him, with an emotionless straight face and hopeless look in his eye, when they asked him how much he drank he simply looked up at me and responded with a tone of disgust " I Drank Enough...."



We then called our parents to come pick us up and we hugged goodbye before heading our separate ways.



The car ride with my Father was basically him trying to explain to me that Eric was "obviously" possessed by a demon and that a substance like mushrooms could never in a million years cause someone to behave like this. I get home, throw away my bloody socks in the garbage as my Mother immediately is experiencing a panic attack. I eat some dry chicken and potatoes, take a hot bath, and retreat to my room. I lie in bed, staring at my ceiling, bewildered and at the same time slightly euphoric that i was in the safety of my home. The trip is gone, the night is over.





I went to bed that night not knowing if my friend was alive or not, and it was not until the morning while at work that i received a text from Drake informing me that he was alive and recovering. He lost about 40% of the blood in his entire body and had to have his stomach pumped out to ensure glass wouldn't cut any internal organs. The inside of his mouth had cuts on his skin and teeth, and his thumb is basically numb for the rest of his life. He also limped for a few weeks due to the cuts and stitches on his feet from the broken glass that he had stepped on. Carl's mom's insurance took care of the house but i do not know the specifics of how that was taken care of and how exactly it was covered. The day after the incident, Carl,Marcus,Drake, Eric's Girlfriend And I all met up at a park, we all sat under a gazebo on a rainy day as we all tried to fathom the clusterfuck of retardation and violence that transpired the previous night.





About four days after the fateful night, I bumped into Eric's girlfriend on campus who told me she was about to go visit him, i skipped my classes for the day and went to his place. When he answered the door I shed tears and hugged him. We talked and played some video games, showed me his scars and walked me through bits of his trip before he entered the garage alone.



His Pespective: When he was in the garage in the dark alone, He told me he must've been in there for a good 20 minutes having insane visuals, he saw 20 duplicate faces of himself in the dark but each one of his faces had a different emotion or expression. All the faces started spinning around like a slot machine and the face that was "chosen" was a disturbing depiction of him with rat teeth and black eyes. He then started throwing things around in frustration which sparked a psychotic break. The reason for the speaking in tongues and eating glass was he felt that it was what he had to do to break out of his physical form and evolve into a higher being in order to get rid of the pain he was experiencing from the cut on his arm. He said while in the ambulance he thought the police and paramedics were demons or aliens trying to experiment on him and harm him. He also mentioned something along the lines of "the only win to win in life is to die" These were the only details he told me on the day i visited him.I really don't have the heart to ask him any more details in person as i really never properly hung out with him after the incident aside from bumping into him on campus occasionally and grabbing lunch a few times.



Eric did not face any charges as everything was resolved with the parents and no chargers were pressed. As i write this Carl is still living in a hotel with his family waiting for the house to be completely renovated. I briefly contemplated attaching photos of the hallway that Carl had taken for the insurance, but out of respect for my friend, I have chosen not to attach such content to this story.



Witnessing what i could only describe as the pure manifestation of violence and anger, i have integrated the experience well and have gained a lot of insight into human nature, and have definitely come out a stronger person emotionally. Everyone has their own inner frustrations and worries from time to time, and this trip really opened me up to be more compassionate and understanding of other peoples problems. The revelation about how lucky one truly is to experience life ,which had occurred under that tree plant is something i remind myself of every morning and puts me in a great mood for the rest of the day.



I am glad to have finally written down my story and second journey with Magic Mushrooms, and i am glad that You, the reader, have taken the time to read my account of that fateful night. After reading hundreds upon hundreds of trip reports where shit hit the fan , i never thought I would live and experience what is a likely contender for worst bad trip of all time according to some psychonauts I have spoken with regarding this trip. Respect this substance folks, Mushrooms are great tools for cognitive development, they have the power to teach one about absolute bliss and love, and yet they also have the power to obliterate someone spiritually and emotionally. I was outside in the backyard that night exploring my own personal heaven, while simultaneously my friend was in the garage living his own person hell.





"There is no dark side in the moon, really. Matter of fact, it's all dark"







Godspeed, and trip safe.



-Bangalter



Edited by thomasbangalter (03/16/15 09:38 PM)



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