This was the trip report of my 4th and final time using DPH. I didnt grasp the severity of this drug until this trip, and im very thankful that this trip was so hellish to me that it has scared me away from it. Some aspects of the trip I couldn't remember.

The night started off with me wanting to just take a low dose, so I told my housemate I was going to be tripping that night. I had hid anything that I would consider dangerous to myself away, including a knife that I had. I was using benadryl extra strength (50mg per pill). I took 4 initially and just started to relax. After about an hour I still wasn't really feeling any effects, so I popped 4 more. An hour later I still wasn't feeling anything, so being the idiot I am, I popped the last 4 I had. Granted, 600mg isn't anything compared to eiriel, and I cant even say that I joined the 700 club, but this trip ruined me. For reference, this trip had caused full drug-induced psychosis in me.

After the second trip I had, where my couches and chairs were covered in spiders, I refused to sit down. So I just put on some trippy videos on my TV, and popped my headphones on and just stood in the middle of my room. I started to sway and dance with the music for a bit, and I started hearing creaks and movement upstairs (I sleep in the basement). My roommate was asleep at this time, so I figured the drug was starting to kick in. I began seeing dark vibrating lines along my walls as well. I had left a light on in the hallway to my bathroom just so I wouldn't be in the dark if I needed to go. My room also has a small set of stairs just high enough that I can see through the bottom crack of my door. As I started to hear voices whispering around me, and hearing voices coming from behind my TV (it was muted) I really knew that things were kicking off. So I started to wander around my room a bit, id see the odd spider here and there, but they weren't much of a bother. Every now and again I'd peer at the bottom crack of my door, and I soon saw a set of feet standing behind it. The figure that was behind my door then knelt down, placed his hands on the floor, and was staring at me through the crack. This was when my fear started to ramp up, because the figure didn't make any noise, they just stared at me through the crack.

Spiders were starting to become a bit more numerous, but I still didn't pay much attention to them. As I wandered around my room, while the figure was still staring in through the crack, I noticed a sound coming from the furnace room (My room has a door to the furnace room, and I always kept it locked). But soon after the sound started, something slipped through the bottom crack of the door. It was a metal coat hanger, which was odd. But it started floating and contorting itself in a strange way. But then, it floated up to the handle and started messing with the lock on the door. It was trying to open the furnace room. Something was using it to try and get into my room, but I was so numb to it that I didn't bother trying to stop it aside from speaking to it asking why it was doing that. I felt I had no escape from my room, and I was trapped just waiting for one of the doors to open, and for someone to get me. This all went on for about half an hour, and after it ended I noticed the figure staring in through the other door had gone as well.

Once the figure was gone, I decided it was safe to use the washroom, so I excused myself and went. When I returned to my room, one of my other housemates (who had left to another city for a while) was laying on my bed. I asked him what he was doing here, but every response I got from him was in a very soft whisper. He seemed agitated with me, but he soon disappeared.

It wasn't long after that there were several unidentified figures that had joined me in my room. It was like a mini party that we were having. One of them, then went to my desk, and placed two unidentified objects on my laptop (these come back into play later). I didnt pay much attention, but as soon as he placed them, he walked out of room, and I didnt see him again. Not long after, the rest of the people left, and the party was over.

Once the imaginary party had wrapped up, I found myself constantly checking my phone, only to realize it was never in my hand, and still in my pocket. This was when the spiders began to attack me. Two in particular, who kept falling out of my bedsheets and onto the carpet. One was male, and the other female (don't ask me how I knew, but I just knew). Perhaps it was because the male was the rather ballsy one out of the two, and he kept shooting webs that would stick to my head. From there he would climb the web at an alarming fast speed towards my face, but I would always stop him before he made it. He would then fall on the carpet, id squish him (i made sure to wear shoes this trip so I could squish the spiders) and then id think that was the end. But everytime, he'd fall back out of my bedsheets, and keep trying to get to my face.

After about an hour of shooting webs at me, and climbing up them, he disappeared. My room started to look very foreign to me, and I had a somewhat hard time recognizing many aspects of it. This was when I noticed that a bunch of spiders had spun huge webs all over my stairs leading out of my room. It didn't really scare me away from going on my stairs, but wasn't the most pleasant. This was when I noticed something else. Three people, a man and two women were hiding underneath my bed. The man was teaching one of the women to shoot a gun, and their target...me. I kept trying to evade their aim, hiding on my stairs, or out of their sight. I would also frequently try and grab the gun. Sometimes is was a phantom gun, where when I tried to grab it, my hand went straight through. Other times it was solid, but as I tried to steal it from them, they would be too fast, and they'd pull it back under the bed. I was too afraid to go under to get them, for fear of being shot, so id always just wait for them to pull the gun out again and start aiming. I was growing tired of evasion, and remembered the knife I had tried to hide from myself. I either wanted to try stabbing them, or stabbing myself to just end the hell.

I couldn't do anything to stop them, so while I was hiding from them on my stairs, I started pleading. I was asking why they felt it necessary to shoot me, but I never got a response. They'd always just continue aiming. This lasted well over an hour, so it all finally came to a head when I gave up trying to evade them and just stood in front of them and told them to do it. I told them to just shoot me and end it. But they never pulled the trigger. I began scolding them, again asking why they felt it necessary to torture me like this. Why they chose me as a target. Still never received an answer. The man had disappeared, but the two women still remained under my bed.

After I had scolded them, one of them only said to me "can you turn off the light, we're tired". (I had two lights on, my room light and a lamp). She said, "you can keep the lamp on, just turn off the other light". I was angry with them, I didnt want to listen. I continued scolding, and they just looked at me as if they were the victims. So I gave in, I went and turned off the light. Strangely, however, they began digging up my carpet, and were going to use it as a blanket. I told them to stop and they listened. They crawled underneath the bed, and just lay without any covering. I oddly felt some sort of remorse for scolding them, I dont know why, so I offered them a pillow. The one nodded her head, and I gave it to them. They drifted off to sleep.

After they had went to bed, I decided to start cleaning my room. It was left in shambles, I had thrown things all over, in my attempts to stop the spider from earlier. As I was cleaning up, I went over to my desk and saw a weird dust settled all over it. It was everywhere. I decided to ignore it. Then I noticed the two objects that were placed on my laptop, from the party earlier. They were fuzzy, and appeared to be alive. They were no bigger than a thimble. I went over to my nightstand and pulled out some tissue so I could throw the objects away. As I went to pick one up, it made a small darting motion and puffed something into the air. I realized that the dust that had settled on my desk was spores. These spores had been accumulating all over since the party. I quickly squished the both of them, and threw them away. I noticed something happening though, around the edges of my desk, little worm like fungi were beginning to sprout. They would wriggle and they began spreading around the edges of my desk like mad. I began to freak out, and quickly cleared my desk of everything that was on it. Id shine my phone flashlight on the fungi, and they would quickly shrivel up and dissappear. As soon as the light disappeared though, they began growing again. They spread all over my desk, except for the top of it. They began spreading onto my wall, and I was beginning to think I needed to call someone.

I realized the spread of them was out of my hands. So I ran to the bathroom to collect my thoughts, and try to begin to think of how to deal with it. While in the bathroom, I noticed some strange spots forming on my hand. There were red rings, and in the centre of the spots my skin began turning pale. This was when I began thinking that I was seriously in need of medical help. So I ran to my housemates room, woke him up (this was at 4:30 in the morning) and told him I needed to go to the hospital. He asked why, so I brought him into the bathroom and showed him my skin. He couldn't see what was wrong, but as I began touching the spots, my skin began to fall off. My skin was rotting. I had no clue why he didn't see what was wrong with me. I had then brought him into my room to show him the fungi that was growing as well, but he said he didn't see anything. (It was dark, and he didn't have his glasses). I figured that he was probably just blind to not see what I was seeing.

While all this was going on, the two women were still fast asleep under my bed. My housemate told me we'd deal with the "fungi" in the morning, and he went back to sleep. I was going mad. The fungi kept spreading, and it seemed like I was the only one concerned. So I took out my phone and typed on Google "how to kill fungi". Granted, I wasn't actually on my phone, it was just a phantom action, but I read that hot water and soap would kill them. My delusional ass believed it, so I raced upstairs, grabbed some dish soap, and a sponge, ran it under hot water and came back down to my room. I began scrubbing at the fungi, and it seemed to be killing them, but at a very slow rate. But they would just spread back to where I had scrubbed, so my efforts were futile.

My night was wrapping up, and I decided that it was out of my hands. I decided that I would try to go to bed, despite the fungi continuing to grow. I went to check on the girls sleeping under my bed, but they'd disappeared. I didnt think anything of it, so I crawled into bed. My last hallucinations, as I lay in bed, preparing to sleep through the madness that was taking over my room, was that of an old decrepit woman hunched over on my couch, chuckling to herself, but never looking at me directly, and a man with an afro sitting in one of my chairs. I will admit though, the afro man was cool, he was one of the only enjoyable parts of the experience. But I decided to ignore the two of them, and I quickly drifted off to sleep. By the time I awoke, everything was back to normal. My skin wasn't infected or rotting, the fungi had disappeared. Everything went back to normal.

------Final statements------ While this trip from your point of view may not seem awful, for me it was hell. I feared for my life for a great deal of it, and I came away with some HPPD over the next few days. Nothing too serious, but this trip had traumatized me.

I do not by any means advocate that anyone try this drug. The opposite in fact. I didnt emphasize it much, but I was close to killing myself during the trip just to escape the fear I was experiencing.

Take this drug at your own risk. You are responsible for what you put in your body. This drug can be dangerous, so I beg of anyone thinking of trying it, please don't. It can not only produce a fearful and terrifying experience like what I've described, but it is also harmful to your physical health.

Stay safe everyone, and thank you for reading.