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The other night I decided to take what was about 4G of shrooms. It was one of the most if not the most intense trip I have ever had in my life. But it wasn’t because of the cool visuals. It was what the shrooms allowed me to sense and feel. I was chilling with my cat after taking my dose and I was having an absolutely amazing time. I was enjoying my phone, the cool visuals on the wall etc. Everything was going how I wanted it to. But something happened around 3:45-4:30 AM. It was the single most terrifying experience that I have ever been through ever. And I don’t think what I saw was a hallucination. I’m a pretty experienced person when it comes to psychedelics but the emotion and gut instinct that I felt was all too real. I simply couldn’t mistake it for anything but reality. I was looking at my phone and watching this video was showing images of the stars and galaxies. And slowly while I was still ascending I began to see countless faces in the stars. Faces of people and things I h...

The doctors called it a miracle. My heart stopped on the operating table—four minutes, flatline—then boom, back. My wife cried. My mom flew in. Everyone hugged me like I'd been resurrected. Here's the thing though. I remember those four minutes. It wasn't black. It wasn't heaven. It was a room. Windowless. Fluorescent lights buzzing. A man in a gray suit sitting across from me at a metal table. "Congratulations," he said. "You're being reassigned." "To what?" Your body. Someone else had it. They quit." I laughed. "That's not how it works." He slid a folder across the table. Photos. Me—but not me. Same face. Same scar on my chin. But the eyes were different. Cold. Empty. "That was Marcus," he said. "He drove your body for eleven years. Good worker. But he got tired of your life. Your marriage. Your job. Your sad little routines." "Wait—" "He requested a transfer. You're the repla...

There's an old house at the very end of my street. Nobody knows exactly how old it is. Some say it was already standing when their grandparents were young. The strangest thing about it isn't the house. It's what people say happened there. Every evening, without fail, the house used to come alive. Cars would arrive just before sunset. Men in expensive suits would walk through the front door carrying bottles of whiskey. Cigarette smoke would pour from the windows. Someone was always laughing. There was food everywhere. Expensive food. Loud conversations. Music. And apparently, the parties lasted all night. My grandfather once told me, "That house never slept." Then, one day, it stopped. No announcement. No goodbye. The cars stopped coming. The lights disappeared. The windows stayed dark. Decades passed. The house remained standing at the end of the street, enormous and silent, like it was waiting for someone who had forgotten to come back. Last week, I walked past ...

My younger sister Chloe has zero concept of boundaries. She’s 19 and still thinks my room is an extension of her personal property. Last week, she went into my room, found my journal, read the entire thing, and then ran to my mom to tell her about a guy I’ve been casually seeing. It was a massive breach of trust, but when I confronted her, she just laughed and said, "Don't write secrets down if you don't want people to know them." I didn't scream. I didn't cry. I waited. Chloe had been bragging for three months about a VIP ticket she bought to see her favorite artist. The concert was last night. She was paranoid about losing her digital ticket, so she printed a physical copy and left it sitting on the kitchen counter for a week. While she was in the shower, I took the printed ticket. I drove to the local animal shelter and donated it to their silent auction fundraiser. I didn't tell a soul. I drove her to the concert last night. She was vibrating with exc...

I almost threw it away. It was just a folded piece of printer paper tucked under my windshield wiper when I left work Tuesday night. No name. No explanation. Just: DON’T GO HOME TONIGHT. TRUST ME. My first thought was that it was some stupid prank. My second thought was that someone had been watching me. I sat in my car for probably five minutes trying to decide what to do. Eventually, I laughed it off. I drove home. About three blocks from my apartment, I got a phone call from an unknown number. I answered. Nobody spoke. I said, “Hello?” Silence. Then the line went dead. I pulled into my apartment complex and noticed something strange. My front door was slightly open. I always lock it. Always. I didn't get out of the car. Instead, I called my landlord. He lived in the building next door, so he came over with a flashlight and his spare key. We opened the door together. Nothing looked stolen. Laptop still there. TV still there. Wallet on the kitchen counter. Everything normal. Exce...

Yesterday, our CEO called a meeting of the entire department. He displayed a slide on the screen: "THINK LIKE AN OWNER." I sat closer. For the first time in a long time, the meeting's title suggested I might leave with something more than just an extra task. I took out a pen. - I'd like us to change our approach to work, the director began. - We can't function in a way where everyone only looks at their own job description. I liked it even more. The job description was one of my favorite documents. Right after the salary notification. - We need an ownership approach. Responsibility. Commitment. Long-term thinking. I want everyone to treat this company like their own. I raised my hand. The director smiled. - I'm listening, he said. - When will we get our shares? His smile stayed. But it stopped growing. - We're not talking about those things right now, he replied. - I'm sorry, I heard "like my own" and moved toward ownership straightaway. ...

(sorry for bad grammar) last year, we moved out the city into a remote town. my dad transferred us to a religious school and i absolutely hated it. it was a pretty rough time for me because i was isolated and i found it challenging to fit in my new school because i knew no one there. eventually, depression caught onto me and i fell into a state of displacement. despite that, i was immediately friends with the outcast in our classroom (i'm saying this because literally no one wants her to be in their friend group, not to insult her) and i felt oddly connected with her because i know how it feels to be dislodged from society. she became my confidante. in a place where i was surrounded with pretentious smile and social climbing wannabes, she was a breathe of fresh air. we happily discussed about our interests and she was the one who made me embrace the inner weird kid in me. during our lengthy conversations, she mentioned once that the boy in our class had always made fun of him beca...