It all started as a joke, a dare among friends to see who could hold the most potent weed. But for Jake, it quickly turned into a nightmare.
He had always been sceptical about smoking weed, but his friends convinced him to try it, promising it would be a harmless and fun experience. They procured some of the most potent weed on the market and invited Jake to smoke it with them.
At first, Jake felt a sense of euphoria, like he was on top of the world. But as the night went on, his high started to take a dark turn. He began to see things, twisted and grotesque images that made him feel like he was in a living nightmare.
Jake's visions were twisted and grotesque. He saw hideous, monstrous creatures lurking in the shadows, always watching him with eyes that seemed to follow him wherever he went. He saw blood running down the walls and heard screams and whispers that appeared to come from all around him. He saw himself in the visions, but it was a distorted version of himself, with twisted features and black eyes that seemed to look right through him.
As the visions persisted, they became more intense and more real. He would see himself being dragged into the darkness by the twisted creatures and feel like he was suffocating. He would feel like he was being consumed by something evil, and he could feel a sense of dread that wouldn't leave him alone.
The visions also disrupted his perception of reality. Objects around him would take on a twisted, sinister appearance, and he would feel like he was in a different world. He would see things that weren't there, like shadows moving in the corner of his eye, and he would hear whispers that seemed to come from nowhere. He was sure that something was following him, that it was only a matter of time before it would catch him.
He tried to shake it off and pass it as just a bad trip, but the visions kept coming back, even when sober. He started to avoid his friends, not wanting to smoke weed anymore. But the visions persisted. They were always there, lurking in the corner of his eye.
As the days went on, he started to lose touch with reality. He couldn't focus on his work or studies, so he started losing weight. His friends tried to intervene, but he refused to listen. He was convinced that the weed had opened the door to something evil, and it was only a matter of time before it consumed him.
At night, he would hear whispering voices that seemed to come from nowhere. He would see shadows moving in the corner of his eye and feel a constant dread that wouldn't leave him alone. He was sure that something was following him, that it was only a matter of time before it would catch him.
One night, he was found dead in his apartment, with no apparent cause of death. But his friends knew what had killed him - it was the weed. The drug that had once promised nothing but a good time had taken everything from him in the end.
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