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[center][b]CHAPTER 1.5: DROP IN THE BUCKET[/b][/center]
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[center][i]Tchung Tchung Tchung[/i][/center]

Terrance stared into the swirling ichor transfixed on the way it seemed to flow over itself like a self contained ocean. It looked very inviting, he was enticed to go in.

[color=silver]”I don’t think I’m going to do that.”[/color]

[color=teal]”Excuse me?”[/color]

A.I.D-3 also known to Terrance as Altered Interpretation drops were a custom blend of fast acting but slow to inhibit LSD. Good for trapping yourself in your own head for a bit when you think someone skilled may be planning to influence you within the next 30 minutes. It also had the added benefit of causing (normally) temporary visual snow syndrome which was normally enough to filter out most ‘magical’ and mundane visual hypnotic effects.

[color=silver]”I’m not getting into a boiling cauldron of who knows what. Is this what you did to-“[/color] Terry’s line of questioning was cut short when he felt a push from behind him that sent him toppling forward. Barely managing to catch himself on the rim of the pot, Terry became keenly aware of two things; the woman was maybe some very angry hand movements, likely ushering his yet-unseen attacker, and the edge of the pot was getting very hot. Not at his fullest capabilities, Terry was struggling to think of a way out of this ad he felt a greater push from above and greater pain in his hands. Running out of options, Terry used all his weight and momentum to kick himself to the side of the pot. His shirt dipped into the pot, picking up some of the aggressive liquid but leaving the man beneath unharmed.

Terry’s deft escape knocked the cauldron loose of its stand and as he landed on the floor he quickly scampered out of the way of the rush of devious liquid. The fortune teller wasn’t so lucky, catching her foot on her long, flowing dress and getting covered in the fluid that seemed to eat her alive.

The time between seeing the woman devoured and rushing out the door we’re a blur and as he finally found his breath outside, Terry realized the LSD was really kicking in now, quicker than expected, as where he figured the shop should be was nothing more than a alley way. Holding his chest and taking some deep breaths, Terrance quickly made his way back to the Ghost Breaker.

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With his judgement impaired, Terry would never dream of driving home. Once getting to the vehicle, Terry popped the hood, hid the keys by the battery and climbed in the back, unfolding a futon he stored under one of the shelving units he had in there. Tonight had been a total wash, he likely hadn’t ever even made it to the fortune teller’s abode, instead tripping on acid for the last who knew how long. He’d just tell the the grieving wife the soothsayer had disappeared and give her a discount on his follow up. Turning the TV on, Terry took his shirt off, tossed it aside and began to drift to sleep hoping his stink among the land of dreams would lessen the affect of his accidental higher-than-expected dosage.

Unbeknownst to Terrance, as he drifted off, a couple were hugging each other warmly on a bed that once held one of them, possessed by something unnatural. The hold on her broken when the witch fell prey to her own creation. The following day a VERY positive yelp review would be left on a very drowsy paranormal investigator’s business page.