It all started with a 1/2 ounce bag of shrooms I got from a friend not even expecting to get them. I had never triped before then so I didn't know what to expect. I sold 1/2 the bag to 2 friends and ate 1/2 of it for myself. I smoked and time seemed to jump right into my trip. Before I had time to realise what was happening in reality I was shrooming balls and a massive party was going on at the time in my house with my brother gone and all his friends were there getting wasted. I was walking around and all the walls were tye-dye swirls moving like the spokes on a wheel of a bike( The walls in my house are white). I felt like I was the only person in the whole house that really understood what was happening and I got really scared. My girlfriend at the time had my black sweatshirt on and resembled a witch with grey hair. I just sat in my huge room in the half that was pitch black and on the other side of my room it was as light as day. I started getting really freaked and moments later something bad happined. My brothers friend picked a fight with a gangster friend of my sisters and it was about to become chaos. My sister kicked my brothers friend and he hit her right in the eye. My sister being like she is pulled out a kitchen knife and I had to refrain her while my world was morphing right infront of me. The fight got taken outside and I knew foresure the cops would be called. I ran to my room and there I sat at the peak of the craziest trip I will ever have. On my bed I sat for what seemed like an eternity but in reality was only a few hours. The plant next to my had a foot long cartoon mouth blabbering out what seemed like words to me. I couldn't take it any more and told everyone to leave but being the assholes they are nobody listens to the owner of the house. So I left to go for a walk down my road, but a few feet out the door I could hear rain everywhere but I wasn't wet at all. I could see drops in the puddles in holes in my road but I still wasn't wet. I couldn't understand what was happening and I started to believe my world was going to end and I could never get out. So I layed for endless hours thinking of what was to come. There I slept until my mom came home and that was the end of my journey into the world of mushrooms.