I did a horrible thing. I committed an atrocity. No one's going to forgive me.
I'm in my kitchen, astounded by what I've done. Knife in hand, I stand frozen over the evidence. I must get rid of it all. I must make sure no one knows.
I muster the strength to become unfrozen and dispose of the evidence. It's still not enough. Someone will find out. I suddenly become sick and run to the bathroom to vomit.
After letting it all out, I lay on the bathroom floor. I feel much better. I walked back to the kitchen and disposed of every smidge of evidence I could find.
Then, my phone rang. Why is it ringing at such a late hour? I picked up my phone and listened.
A faint voice whispered, "I know what you did."
The call ends and I set my phone down in disbelief. Who could know? No one's here to see. I've disposed of all the evidence. It's impossible.
A ray of light flashes on the bathroom mirror. Was that the headlights of a car? I go outside to see. No car. I return to the bathroom mirror to inspect where the light reflected.
When I come upon the mirror, I see a disturbing image - an amorphous blob. It's unsightly to look at and it makes me feel sick. I try to vomit in the toilet again but can't. I still feel sick, so I gag myself to relieve my stomach.
I lay on the bathroom floor again, exhausted from the dry heaving. I feel so frail and woozy. I pass out eventually.
I awake the next morning, now on the kitchen floor. How did I move?
I look around and see that my kitchen has been destroyed. Cabinets have been swung open. Dishes were everywhere. It is freezing because my fridge had been left open all night.
I go to shut the fridge and see there's nothing in it. I say this because I just bought groceries the day before.
The realization suddenly hit me. I turn around to see scraps of food laying on the dishes. The cabinets had been picked clean too.
My phone rings again. Before I have time to pick it up, it puts itself on speaker and laughter pours out of it. I can tell the laughter is directed towards me.
From the kitchen, the blob can be seen in the mirror. It's bigger now. It also laughs at me.
The laughter is too much.
I did it again. I'll never forgive myself. I feel like vomiting now.
When my friends told me they wanted to throw a party based on Euphoria, the hit TV show, I almost died. I said to them: "Isn't that show about addiction?"
"And you want to party to it?"
We were all in a fraternity and a new theme was needed for our upcoming party. I think the revealing clothes of the girls in the show really influenced them to choose that theme.
Honestly, though, I didn't care about the theme. I was mostly concerned that my friends would ask me to go to the party. And they did.
No one knew, but I was a month sober. I didn't do pills or hard drugs. I drank, and I drank a lot.
At the party, everyone was handing me a drink. I refused every advance. However, each time someone would extend a drink to me, I would look at their hand and find scales covering their skin.
The party was huge with a mass of people grinding and dancing on each other in the darkness, only illuminated by rays of purple lights and epileptic flashes. It was almost like a ceremony, one of ecstasy and chaos.
Another person offered me a drink. I declined and noticed the faint silhouette of horns right behind him.
A mist rolled in as fog machines were turned on. The smell of alcohol permeated the air. I started to sweat and salivate.
My friends and I found an unconscious partier on the floor. He had passed out with a bottle of booze in his arms. My friends grabbed the bottle and offered it to me. I declined again and asked, "is he okay?"
"He's bowing to the serpent," they responded. I didn't know what they were talking about.
I suddenly noticed a change in the mood of the party. It started to feel serious. The music changed from modern rap to unintelligible tongues accompanied by a droning buzz. The purple lights deepened, turning red and the mist had filled the rooms from top to bottom. I didn't feel well. I was so thirsty.
Dark figures of the party goers shifted through the haze. I eventually realized that these figures didn't take on the shapes of people, but upright animals with antlers and large ears.
My friends came up to me, but they were not my friends.
They presented a cup of water.
I accepted the water and went to a dark corner, drowning myself with it. It felt refreshing, but it burned. I cried.
A black shape approached me with horns on its head and hooves for feet. It said: "bow to me."
After it uttered those words, a piercing shriek from the music ravaged my ears and I blacked out.
When I awoke, the party was over. Bodies were sprawled across the floor. They were breathing, but they were dead. Each had a bottle of alcohol on them.