i need help
I need help. I am really not sure what is going on right now but I know I need help. I'll write down everything I remember, even though I know it won't make any sense.
It all started with a rumor: there were some guys playing a stupid game every Saturday afternoon in a park a few rows away. They were bothering bypassers and, arguably, strange stuff was happening. News were vague but spread fast. At some point, everyone got to hear or discuss it daily. The college staff personnel grew openly concerned that it may be related with drugs or a cult, and they started warning students to avoid the park on Saturdays until the situation settled down. They even called the police, who seemingly showed up, inquired the involved individuals, and concluded that there was no action to be taken. Nobody seemed to have any accurate information on what was actually happening in the park, nor whether something was happening at all.
As soon as two friends and me found out that the police had been there and that they were fine with whatever was going on, we decided to try and debunk the myth: that very next Saturday we headed to the park after lunch.
The park is in a very busy and populated residential area. An unusually warm Winter Saturday afternoon brought many people and children out to enjoy the park. I pointed out that it seemed that the rumors had not hit this neighborhood, so maybe it was a hoax after all.
We sat on a bench for twenty minutes and walked around for some twenty more minutes. Somebody started waving a hand at us from the distance. It was a guy in a visibly cheap Cheshire cat costume that wasn't covering his face. He yelled in a friendly tone "hey, you, the one with the red t-shirt! come over, this is for you!" while he shook a small white box in his hands. We quickly looked at each other to figure out who was wearing the red t-shirt and it turned out it was me. We didn't say a word, but it looked like we implicitly agreed that the three of us would approach him. Even if the guy tried to pull a weird move off, there were many people around and we could run and scream for help. The guy smiled at me and said "Welcome to level one". He handed me the box and started walking away. My friends and me looked at each other and then at the box. I opened it and there was a small glittery cupcake in it.
Ok, sure, I wasn't going to eat that. We kind of froze there concerned that we were just in possession of some sort of drug, so we got creeped out and quickly closed the box. We silently watched the guy disappear in the distance, and we headed back to the college dorms. I left the box with the cupcake in my bedroom so as to avoid anyone eating it. Perhaps I could just phone the police in case they wanted to analyze it for drugs. I wasn't sure what to do. I took a shower just to clear up my mind.
When I came back to my bedroom, I found my girlfriend sitting on my bed. I inquired "how did you get in?" and she said "the door was open". I noticed the white box, open, by her side, and my heart started pounding in my chest. Oh, crap. I asked "you didn't eat that, right?" at the same time I threw myself on the bed and grasped the box, and she laughed "no, of course not, is that even edible?". What did she mean? I had a second look at the inside of the box and I realized that the cupcake actually didn't look appetizing or edible at all. The frosting looked rubbery, grayish, and sunken, and together with the glitter it made the cupcake look like some sort of toy jewelry. I asked my girlfriend "do you think it is not, like… edible?" and tried touching the frosting with the tip of my finger. My finger went in without me feeling anything at all, and it came out quite clean, leaving the cupcake unaffected.
I looked up at my girlfriend with a face of surprise, and she said, grinning, "you are in level two". You can imagine all the questions that went through my mind, right? A chill ran down my spine and I said "what?". She stopped grinning and said "what what?". I inquired "what did you just say?", and she said "I told you I ate your cupcake, I thought it was for me… are you angry?". I frowned, confused, and looked at the box in my hands. It was empty.
I could instantly feel my heartbeat in my head and I could only hear a very high-pitched buzz. I picked up my phone and dialed college security and told them there was something wrong with me, and my girlfriend had eaten something potentially toxic. I heard some mumbling but I couldn't tell apart the words. I suddenly got aware that I was suffering tunnel vision, I could barely hear anything and the pounding in my head got a lot stronger. I was going to pass out. In one last effort, I tried laid on the floor to avoid hurting myself. It seems I passed out.
College security got to wake me up as medical services personnel were arriving at the room. They didn't really look concerned about my girlfriend, who was sitting on the bed crying, and I couldn't really speak. They shoved me in an ambulance, turned the sirens on, and headed to a hospital.
I was left in observation that night. I was alone. I was sick. I couldn't sleep. I was hallucinating and raving. One second I saw a crowd entering the room, the next second they were all gone. The second after, I heard screaming. Then I heard multiple doors slamming shut and open. Then, silence. I was so freaking out. I pressed the emergency clicker but it didn't seem to work. Nobody was coming. I stood up and decided to walk out of the room. The corridor was pitch black. I needed someone to help me. I started walking. I could see little moving figures popping out of the darkness, but they faded as I tried to focus my sight on them.
Beep. Loud beeping. I woke up to my alarm clock. I was in my college room. I was in my bed. I felt like crap. This was half an hour ago. I've been trying to figure out whether what happened was a dream, and exactly what parts of it were a dream. So far, as I was writing down this post I arrived to the following realizations: The friends I went to the park with… I cannot really remember who they were. Also, I have never had a girlfriend.
There's something obviously wrong with me right now. What should I do? Help me! –WHAT THE HECK. A little girl just knocked at my bedroom window from the outside (THIS IS A SECOND FLOOR!) and she said "you have reached level five". HELP ME!