Creepypastas

Hell is but a Dream

I find myself staring at the brick wall in front of me again. After another heavy night of drinking I find it abnormal to regain consciousness in the same place several days in a row. I'm outside of the abandoned hospital downtown. An eerie place to find yourself on a foggy morning. It seems no one is around, though you can hear the sounds of the city already busy. I light up a cigarette and proceed to check my phone. It's 7 a.m.

I doubt Luke will be awake at this hour, but I'll call him anyway.

"Hello?", he spoke. Clearly I had woke him, but it was no matter to me. All I cared about was scoring.

"Aye mate, could I drop by and pick up?", I asked.

"Sure, come on by, I'll get you right fixed up."

I ended the conversation there and started my walk to find a bus line that would take me by his place.

After walking for about 30 minutes I climbed onto the bus, feeling shaky and uneasy.

After a short ride I departed the bus and walked up to Lukes.

I buzzed for him to let me into his complex, and ascended the 3 flights of stairs to his studio. I was greeted by Luke and a couple of randoms there to get a fix also. I saw the regulars sitting in the corner, clearly still gone from the night before, and went to talk with them. There was Dave, Trista, Kris, James, and myself. Luke came over with the beautiful powder. "Purest heroin in the country, guaranteed." He said it with his happy-go-lucky Luke grin he flashes all the time. I paid the man and proceeded to set up my rig. I realized Blu was nowhere to be found in the small studio. I asked Dave where he'd run off to. "Last I seen he'd been with you, you two left last night yelling about how you guys had a great hook up on coke and were going to keep the party going downtown."

"Ah. I don't remember anything after 45 minutes at the pub." I replied. "But fuck 'em then. Probably got his ass thrown in the drunk tank again."

"Your phone is your friend." Luke said to me. "The fuck you on about?", James asked.

"Well", Luke began. "Ya'know in all them films where they get smashed and take load of pictures to 'commemorate' the night and all that shite?" Slightly intrigued I responded with "Ye, why?" "Well you and Blu were talking about documenting the night and how you were gonna be famous and shite. Maybe you got a picture of Blu passed out in an alley somewhere taking it up the arse from a man in a donkey suit." I decided to see what was on my phone before shooting up. Blu might have some stuff he's willing to share after all. Going onto the pictures app I see about 50 odd pictures that weren't there before my black out. I start scrolling through the pictures, seems like a normal night at the pub. There's Myself, Blu, Luke, James, Trista, Jenna (My lass, or maybe not anymore after what I may or may not have done last night), Kris, and... Wait a sec. "Who's this gal Luke?" In the background of all the photos there was what appeared to be a female, long black hair covering her face in all the photos, face visibility at zero.

"Pub hopper I think, said her name was Shana or something similar. She didn't talk much, only to you really. Was coming on to you the whole night, Jenna was raging mad. Said something about you being inside her or some shite." Well that came as a surprise. "I didn't leave with her at all did I?", I asked Luke. "Nope, she left about thirty minutes before you and Blu, talking about waiting on a patient or something. I tell ya man, chick was either smashed to hell, or just plain mental." I shrug it off, no biggie, I continue through the photos. Ordinary blackout night stuff. I come across a video, this must be the 'documentary' Luke mentioned.

Started off normal enough. Blu and I were walking around the city. We stopped on a locals porch and did a couple lines of blow. I was talking crazy, something about escaping my dreams. I started laughing at how stupid I was acting. Things went on normal, then we arrived. The abandoned hospital. "Huh, that explains this morning", I thought to myself. We climbed through an open window at the place and venture inside. We were walking around the halls smoking cigarettes, joking around and whatnot. He stopped to take a piss on a wall. Dead silent for 5 seconds.