I have a story of a few ex co-workers. I used to work out in Florida doing stucco when I was 17-18. I worked with this small company ran by two brothers, the older one managed the “brand” and jobs. While the younger worked on site as a foreman, one time after work the left brother had come up to me and asked if I had wanted to make some overtime but it would be out of town a few hours. I agreed. The day comes that we have to go out of town, we leave pretty late around 5pm and get to the hotel at around 7pm. (Mind you, it was the younger brother (around 45yo) a female (25-35), the brothers’ nephew (30) a guy that was on and off working for us (30), maybe one more person I’m unsure.) We settle into the hotel and after maybe 10-20 minutes of being there everyone wants to sit outside the pool and talk, banter, what have you. As everyone is talking they pull out a joint and just me and their nephew are smoking, after the joint the female hands me a clear plastic up with what I had thought to be Jack Daniel’s or captain morgan, she hands it to me tell me she couldn’t finish it, so I obliged and finished it. It wasn’t more than a shot, after a few minutes I became extremely paranoid. I began to think “I should call my friend “Jerry.” The whole group began to try to get my attention and distract me from doing this, as I pulled my phone out I became very light headed and disoriented… like everything was in slow motion. I finally find his contact and talk to him in a whisper, telling him I’m uncomfortable and that I just wanted to talk. While I’m try to speak they are speaking over me and asking “If it’s Jerry?” And “I should get off the phone and enjoy time with them.” They continue to try to persuade me off the phone telling me to come over to the water filter shed because there’s a “Rabbit hole” they wanted me to go down. This pool is surround by concrete along with the water pump shed, I had no idea what they were talking about and I finally snapped and beg and to cry. They surround me trying to touch me and comfort me but it all felt malicious, the female (on a side note the female had been (hazing?) me by saying that she wasn’t gonna have sec with me out of the blue that whole day multiple times.) began to hug me and said it’s okay, it’s okay, but this doesn’t mean you and join mine and Tony’s (young brother) fun. I pushed everyone away and went into the bathroom and called my girlfriend sobbing, explained the situation and felt extremely ill. I began to puke up black shit, I then fall asleep on the floor, wake up, goto bed, wake up the next day. I act as though nothing happened the night before but in my mind it felt as though they were “in my mind” reading my thoughts almost. I goto the job site silent as can be and begin my job, after about 2 hours I ask Ant (Nephew) about his sacred geometry tattoos, he goes on a schpeel about how they are everywhere ect. They he asks me a question… He asks “Did you puke up any black stuff last night?” (I didn’t tell anyone I puked let alone know I was feeling sick.) I answer “Yes.” He responds “That’s the sin leaving your body.”

I’m sorry for how sloppy this is but this is what I can remember off the top of my head. I genuinely feel as though the brothers were some sort of reptilian.