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i hear there’s a spooky story to be told?

CLAPS HANDS TOGETHER. It's time for the actual scariest thing I've seen in the bush!

A TALE OF LSD

Warning: DO NOT FUCKING READ THIS if it's night time where you are, or monsters/paranormal/supernatural/ghost shit freaks you out. If you read it anyway it is NOT MY PROBLEM.

About a year ago, I decided to try LSD.

I had never done LSD before! I do however have a lot of experience with mushrooms and DMT. Mushrooms are on the low end of the psychedelic experience and DMT is on the high end, so I figured that LSD's intensity would be somewhere between both of these, like a heroic dose of shrooms or something. So I buy some acid tabs off a bloke I know, go bush, and it's a Friday arvo when I make camp and feed Misty. I have a quick sleep and four hours later I figure yeah, ok, let's do this.

(Little-known fact about me: I don't like tripping during the day and I actually prefer tripping at night. One, I adore how the stars look during a trip, and two, night time is preferred because there's little interference from the outside world. It feels "calmer," if that makes sense, and so I feel safer.)

I chew the tab (it's a little jelly thing), chase it with some water, then lie back in bed and wait for a bit. Eventually I got bored and started reading through one of my firearms catalogues cuz that works out best for me--it's easy to tell when a trip's starting. The LSD kicked in within 15 minutes of starting to read, so maybe 45 minutes after taking it.

At first it's fine, I'm chill, everything's cool. It's pretty funky and I'm enjoying it. Misty's on the bed with me. I'm reading and petting her and giggling at how silly she looks, and realising how silly I must look, and then I'm giggling at my own silliness. LSD is a mild stimulant (I did not know this when I took it) so at one point I was out of bed and dancing around the cabin while looking for a packet of chips to munch on. I was having a really good time. I knew that I shouldn't leave the cabin at night, so I stayed inside, but I really wanted to go outside and run around for a bit. I felt warm (literally--my skin was flushed) and I was generally vibing and having a good time while I watched the tracers while waving my hands in front of my face, watching colours shift, watching the walls and everything around me trip-melt.

Lots of giggles were had and it was a good time.

(Something that needs to be noted is that in my culture, psychedelics are considered less "makes you see things" and more "lets you see things". There's a belief that everything that you see when you're on psychedelics, whether it's wattle or mushrooms or what have you, is actually real. You're seeing the Dreaming without the veil. You're seeing the world as it really is through the eyes of spirits instead of your human ones. This is important later.)

I'm about three hours into the trip (back in bed now) and I'm doing good. I'm giggling with Misty and talking to her. I do this sober but I'm much more chatty when I'm high. I'm getting weird geometrical shit, I'm seeing after-images and the wood texture of my cupboards are imprinting onto the walls when I look away, if I stare at Misty too long and look somewhere else my walls look furry. It's funny and I'm enjoying it.

And then I hear someone say my name.

This doesn't bother me at first. It happens when I'm sober too--I get frequent audio hallucinations and, rarely, visual ones. This is normal for me and isn't a cause for concern.

What's NOT normal is Misty reacting to the shit I'm hearing in my own head.

I hear someone say my name, and Misty's head starts whipping around because she heard it too. Keep in mind, I camp in the bush FAR away from people specifically to avoid shit like this. But the voice came from outside, so I scoot closer to Misty, and I wait.

And wait. And wait. And wait.

I hear it again. It's further away this time, but it's louder. It's being said like a question. The way people's voices lilt at the end when they're looking for you. And the voice is accented--whoever this is doesn't speak much English, and that's a native accent. I start wondering if maybe I'm on some land I shouldn't be on--I thought it was crown land, I checked the signs, but I might've fucked up somewhere and I don't want to upset any traditional owners, so I'm about to go to my door to see who needs me enough (and knows who I am) that they'd chase me all the way out here and call for me by name, but then Misty starts growling.

Now, Misty barks. God, does Misty bark. Misty barks so much. But Misty doesn't fucking growl.

Misty is growling.

It feels like there's a cold draft in the cabin, but it's only on the back of my neck. My hair starts standing on end--the back of my neck and on my shoulders and down my arms. I get out of bed but I don't go to the door this time. I grab Winnie, I kinda wish I still had Jacko's shotgun that he'd leant me for a week, and I aim at the door and wait.

I'm parked next to a billabong because I like the sound of frogs at night. They're soothing. I like the crickets. My first thought is maybe it's a crocodile or something, because I've only ever heard Misty growl at crocodiles at Cahill's Crossing, or maybe it's dingos cuz she growls at those too. But there's no crocs this far south--I'm in southeast NSW--so it's probably the dingos cuz this is one of the few regions in NSW where dingos are found within the Dingo Fence.

And while dingos can open doors, I don't reckon they can pick deadlocks. Hopefully.

So I'm waiting still. The walls are warping around me. For a minute or two it seems like there's nothing in front of me but my door. I have tunnel vision, except instead of a tunnel all I see is my bathroom door and my wardrobe and the roof vent above me repeated infinitely on all sides until it reaches my door.

I blink, shake my head, and the tunnelling is gone. I see movement off to my right, outside my window, so I get closer to it and look through my blinds. I'm not sure how to describe what I saw.

Picture a man, right. Now peel him. Drape his hide across a crocodile's body. Stretch the face and the proportions to fit a croc's body perfectly. That's what I saw. A stretched human face, a mop of brown hair atop the head just past the eyes, eyes set on top like a crocodile's and tilted sideways, no eyebrows, but a bulbous nose on the end of its snout and its jaws stretched to be identical to a crocodile's. Little stubby legs and fingers, scutes down a fleshy back, and a fat, fleshy tail. If you've ever wondered by the RainWorld slugcats unsettle me, it's because the tails look almost identical to the tail of whatever the fuck this Thing was.

And it's just lying there in the button grass, maybe four metres from Matilda. I see its jaws open, see multiple rows of sharp crocodile teeth and some fucking molars toward the back, and I shut my blinds faster than I think I've ever shut them before. I get that tunnel vision again. It's disorienting. Everything feels like it's spinning. I can hear my heart thudding in my ears.

It calls my name again. It sounds far in the distance, like someone's screaming it from across a valley, but it's so loud it feels like it makes the cabin shake.

And I'm thinking, yeah, ok, fuck THAT. Fuck all this! I've got half a mind to open my blinds and shoot at it, but Misty's doing that nervous whine-scream thing she does, so I'm heading back to bed to calm her down before she pisses on my mattress.

It stops saying my name and it starts saying hello. But it's completely devoid of any emotion whatsoever. The most monotone thing you've ever heard. It's like an alien being taught to speak English, as in how to pronounce the letters but not understanding what the word means. "Hello. Hello. Hello." It's so loud. It's scaring me shitless.

(It's also scaring Misty but fuck her, I'm in front of her and this thing's gonna get me before it gets my dog.)

"Hello. Hello. Hello. Blu? Hello. Hello."

This continues for maybe five minutes. Constantly asking for me and greeting me. I'm staying stone silent but my heart is racing. I'm wobbling on my feet and the world around me is twisting from the acid. Misty's crying behind me, so I'm pushing back into her to smoosh her so she's quiet.

And then it stops.

I look out my window. There's nothing but a fucking empty skin. One, it's about two metres closer to Matilda than where the Thing originally was. Two, it's bloody. Three, it's an empty skin. This thing peeled out of its skin it's somewhere around here where the fuck IS IT?

My fucking doorhandle jiggles. I jump.

The voice isn't loud anymore, but I can hear it right outside my door. "Hello." Jiggle. "Blu? Hello. Hello. Hello." Jiggle. "Blu? Blu? Hello." Jiggle. In hindsight, I find it hilarious that the wayarra was defeated by a door of all things. But it's still chattering. "Hello. Blu? Hello. Hello. Open."

Ok, that's fucking terrifying! This Thing knows what "open" means!

It starts repeating that too. Over and over and over. "Blu? Hello. Open. Open. Hello. Open. Blu? Blu? Open. Hello. Blu?"

Occasionally jiggling the handle of my door.

This goes on for almost three hours.

Around three-quarters of the way through that timespan I just start weeping. I don't know if it's because of the anxiety, or the fear, or the autism deciding this is absolutely the BEST time for me to get overwhelmed because of the noise of the lock and the voice and the visuals, or what have you, but I just start weeping.

I've crawled back into bed by this point, and I start begging god to make it go away. I've got my face smooshed into Misty's fur, and she's growling and shaking just as much as I am, and her hackles are up, but she's licking my ears and I've got my rifle leant up against the ladder, and I'm begging god to make it go away.

At some point, around hour four, the voice starts sounding like it's getting closer. Like it's passing through the walls of the cabin and is standing directly behind me. Like it's leaning down and whispering in my ear. "Blu? Hello. Hello. Blu? Blu? Hello. Blu? Hello. Hello. Blu? Blu? Blu? Blu? Blu? Blu?"

And then it stops.

All at once, it stops. The lock stops jiggling, the voice goes quiet, after maybe twenty minutes of being certain that I'm gonna turn around and see this thing behind me, I finally pull my face out of Misty's fur and look and it's not there.

I move to the window and peek through the blinds. My hands are trembling. The skin is gone.

I crawl back in bed and pull the wagga back up over my shoulders and tuck my face into Misty's fur and sob. It's better than punching my cupboards, so I sob. Loud and desperate and relieved and terrified until no more tears are coming out and my throat is scratchy. At some point I fall asleep.

Come morning I go outside and there's a long path leading up from the billabong where something dragged itself from the water up alongside Matilda. There's footsteps in the dirt leading up to my back door. They're the same size as mine. I got the fuck out of dodge that arvo and drove to the nearest town and stayed there for a few days.

It's still not the scariest thing I've ever seen--that goes to the dingo because it implies these creatures can't be fucking killed--but it's defo up there as a close second and it scared me far more at the time.

I still have no idea what it was. The fact it seemingly came from the billabong makes me wonder if it was a fucking bunyip, but I've never heard of a bunyip matching the description of what I saw (though the region it occurred in does lend credence to the bunyip theory). It might also have been a yawkyawk, which is a creature from my culture, but those are (as far as I'm aware) a strictly Arnhem Land thing and the only similarity they have to what I saw is "comes from billabongs" and "can shapeshift into a crocodile."

What scares me most, however, is the fact that this thing knew my name. Names are deeply important and sacred in my culture. Names have power. What name you use for someone is reflective of your relationship with them and how intimate you two are.

This Thing chose Blu. Not Joseph. Not Mr Surname. Not Joey. Not Jet. It chose Blu. The name Australia gave me. The name I give my friends.

If I was Initiated at the time, I reckon it would've used my bush name. That is infinitely more terrifying to me. That is equivalent to a stranger walking up to you and addressing you by your TFN/SSN and reciting back to you the exact date and time you were born and who all was there and the name of the person who delivered you. That is equivalent to someone addressing you by the nickname only your deceased grandfather used for you when you were a young child and no one else has ever heard. It was that level of intimacy. The level of someone who knows you, and everything about you, and exactly what you are and addressing you as such.

That fucking scares me, and I've never done LSD since.

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