MicroHorror

With a few final clicks, Randy added Pink Floyd and the Doors. The perfect playlist was complete.

Dave edged towards the door. “Yeah… I don’t think I’m up for this today, guys. Thanks, though.”

“You sure?” said Becca, perched on the edge of Randy’s bed. “It’s really good acid.”

Dave sighed. “It’s just… well, I’ve done acid once before, and… I had a bad time.”

Randy turned, furrowing his brow. “What happened, man?”

“Well, I tried to do it at home, a couple of years ago. I’d gotten it at a concert the night before, but I was afraid to do it there. So I dropped the tab at home, and tried to relax and enjoy it, but these… centipedes started coming through the walls! It was horrible.”

“You were alone? No wonder you had a bad trip!” said Becca.

“Yeah, man,” said Randy. “You should never be alone your first time. Now, c’mon. I’m here, Becca’s here, we’ve got good music, I’ll put something nice on TV… It’ll be great.”

Dave scuffed his toe on the carpet. “Oh… all right.” He sat down on the bed next to Becca.

Smiling, Becca reached into her pocket and pulled out squares of blotter paper inside a plastic bag. They each took one and placed it under their tongues. Randy turned on the Cartoon Network.

About an hour later, Dave looked up. “Okay, I think it’s starting to kick in. I’m feeling… something…”

Randy screamed. Becca screamed.

The centipedes were coming through the walls.

The screaming didn’t last long.

It was horrible.