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>>7929295

The next day the anxiety started and when night arrived I managed to sleep yet I had some disturbing dreams that wake me up several times in the night. Time passed and every day I felt worse and less prolific to sleep but somehow I managed to do it whith my old friend, the diazepam, until yesterday night I ran out of it.
2 hours playing videogames is what liberated my mind of the anxiety until the time when the duty chemist opened the pharmacy, around 3 A.M, 10 min before the opening I was already at the door.
I waited for 20 minutes and then realized that the duty chemist won't come that day when I did read a small note sticked to the door, in which he excused himself.

The only other open pharmacy was 1 in car hour, at that time there's no public transport where I live and I had no car nor relative to who I could turn on, so I had to wait another 2 hours until the next closest pharmacy opened, after years using diazepan you start to feel dependant, is not an addiction but more like a conviction that you need it to sleep

>>7929297

At that time I started to feel even more tired, yet I couldn't sleep so I decided to get myself some coffee or tea, being tired and stupid like I was at that moment I had no better thought that drinking ~250ml cup of black coffee that pumped me up fast. Bad idea, to the tiredness and agitation I added some caffeine,
Instead of a fresh breathe of air I got a nervous tic that made me feel energetic or totally tired for intermittent periods of time, I played some danmaku till the clock hit 4:50 A.M and I went straight to the pharmacy where I bought a pack of pills and as soon as I was back, in my front door I opened the packet and swallowed
3 of them like a little kid would swallow 3 jelly beans.
What happened after that was not clear, I felt tired yet less sleepy than before, I rolled in my bed for around 20 minutes until it became unbearable, the next thing I felt was a lot of heat and I started to sweat like a pig, so I decide to pick my mp3 and go to the roof of my building, and I start to look at the sky while hearing to some moonbitches themes such as this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wAsLSAuDU5M
By that time I was pretty much tripping balls

>>7929297
What's the story behind this picture?

Go die or something OP.
0/10.

>>7929300


I stand like that for a while, I don't know how much time, because in that moment things like time were not pertinent, and then started to dance, or what I thought it was dancing, now is when the thing gets strange.

After a while I realized how much light was around me, so I shut the mp3 and start looking around, in my roof theres some columns with holes used for airing, the columns where somewhat wide and tall, enought to hide a adult. One of them got my attention, it's somehow hard to explain, imagina a dark room, imagine you are there and it's nothing but a small candle light, in that whole darkness theres nothing but that smal lcandle light that diffuse fastly around itself, ok do you see it?, now imagine the opposite, a iluminated roof and near one of these pillars theres a small candle of darkness, no like a shadow but more like emanating darkness, it was easy to see the stuff around it, but in the center there was nothing but a big dark void, or that was what I thought, as I came near It I could distinguish something, it was a silhouette, a small one, of a kid of less that 10 years old, the more I stared at it the more clear became the center yet it didn't clear a bit, slowly I realized that there
was a little blonde girl in that small darkness

Somehow I managed to difference her face traits, where her nose should had been there was a big hole, full of small twisted teeth long like fingers, "that should be the mouth" I told myself, despite taking up half the space of her face, and then, then I tried to stare at her eyes just to find that she didn't have anything, well not exactly, where her eyes should be there were black hollowss, and when I mean black, I mean darker than the obscureness surrounding her, and in the center of these holes there was
a small red point that moved really fast, like someone were doing small circle with a laser pointer, I watched it astonished without knowing how to react to what my eyes were looking at, until I started to hear it, and then was when I looked at her like a whole being, and then, the cold sweat, cold sweat falling through my back. She was,... smiling, that thi,. whatever was that, it was smiling at me, she forced her "traits" in her face to look like a smile,

I haven't seen that kopipe before.

seconds latter I began to hear it, a cry, but not a human cry, the only thing I could relate it to would be the sound of these plastic dolls, the cheap ones that the aunts gave
to her nieces when they ran out of money for presents, the one that would close it's plastic eyes when laying down, and would emit a high-pitched sound trying to simulate the cry of a human baby,the only word to describe the sound is "disturbing", yet her expresion wouldn't change of a macabre smile, the sound was stronger and stronger and soon I started to feel a sharp pain in my head while that thing started to get closer to me, I didn't move neither did she, that thing was in the same spot near the same column, yet every second I felt her closer and closer and the sound louder and louder, when the sound was intolerable I closed my eyes and covered my ears,
seconds latter I was crying, I cried for a time, can't remember how much,suddenly I felt warmer, it was a strange feeling in my chest. I opened my eyes, to find her face in front of mine.

>>7929316
When I realized it.... she was laying on the ground and I was on her, unfortunately I realized what that sound was, not the sound of a human cry but the horrible song of hundreds teeth grinding, the panic I felt was absolute and my body started to shake.
Suddenly I started, I started to hit her monstruous face, punch after punch I kept smacking that face, I had the impresion that if I stoped she would get over me and bit my neck, I hit her in the face for a while, it felt like punching a cushion despite the menacing aspect of her teeth, she didn't move, just stayed there grinding her teeth with those arms horizontally stiffed, in the shape of a cross, suddenly, I don't remember how, I was already running away, descending the last flight to the elevator, and I got in it fast, and hit the number 1, before the metalic horizontal doors closed I could see through the translucent window, a small white light moving faster than my eyes could follow, the doors closed and the elevator started to descend.
As soon I was at my floor I entered in my house and switched on every light, then I lay in the bed and breathe deeply for a while untill I fell asleep.

By this time you should realize who was her, and who she was looking for, the guy who I found, the one that opened a door and the one who was going to be her food, untill I found it, do someone know how to close portals? Because I don't feel like sleeping tonight.

that's some HELLa long story

OP got scared by a loli that wanted to hug him and started punching her, we need to alert the authorities

This... is crack. Rough cocaine. It isn't glamorous or cool or kids' stuff. It's the most addictive kind of cocaine and it can kill you. What's really bad is nobody knows how much it takes, so every time you use it, you risk dying. It isn't worth it. Look, everybody wants to be cool. But doing it with crack isn't just wrong. It could be DEAD wrong.

>>7929323
And then who was phone?

Anyways, OP, please listen to me. That it's really related to this thread.
I went to Yoshinoya a while ago; you know, Yoshinoya?
Well anyways there was an insane number of people there, and I couldn't get in.
Then, I looked at the banner hanging from the ceiling, and it had "150 yen off" written on it.
Oh, the stupidity. Those idiots.
You, don't come to Yoshinoya just because it's 150 yen off, fool.
It's only 150 yen, 1-5-0 YEN for crying out loud.
There're even entire families here. Family of 4, all out for some Yoshinoya, huh? How fucking nice.
"Alright, daddy's gonna order the extra-large." God I can't bear to watch.
You people, I'll give you 150 yen if you get out of those seats.
Yosinoya should be a bloody place.
That tense atmosphere, where two guys on opposite sides of the U-shaped table can start a fight at any time,
the stab-or-be-stabbed mentality, that's what's great about this place.
Women and children should screw off and stay home.
Anyways, I was about to start eating, and then the bastard beside me goes "extra-large, with extra sauce."
Who in the world orders extra sauce nowadays, you moron?
I want to ask him, "do you REALLY want to eat it with extra sauce?"
I want to interrogate him. I want to interrogate him for roughly an hour.
Are you sure you don't just want to try saying "extra sauce"?
Coming from a Yoshinoya veteran such as myself, the latest trend among us vets is this, extra green onion.
That's right, extra green onion. This is the vet's way of eating.
Extra green onion means more green onion than sauce. But on the other hand the price is a tad higher. This is the key.
And then, it's delicious. This is unbeatable.
However, if you order this then there is danger that you'll be marked by the employees from next time on; it's a double-edged sword.
I can't recommend it to amateurs.
What this all really means, though, is that you, OP, should just stick with today's special.

wow you are fucking retarded i can be awake during 3 days and never see unexistent things

>>7930006