The rest of the evening was straight from hell. After about an hour, a moment of stillness reigned once again, during which we were once again lost in the "impression." Who knows, perhaps those childish boasts, brazenly poking fun at Kant, Descartes, and Hegel, simply triggered Lucifer.
"Well, I want to tell you another story, one that many of you will deny the truth. However, I forgive the unbelievers—because, I admit, I wouldn't have believed it myself if I hadn't experienced it firsthand. But whoever is rich in trust should not spare their eyes. Moreover, reader, if you have had similar experiences, and also know the possible cause of the phenomenon, then feel compelled to pack your bags and come over to the two fools to enlighten them:
We were sitting at opposite ends of the large room, our gazes directed at each other. Why were we looking at each other?" "I don't know, and I ask you not to ask about trivial matters. Something else is important." "At some point, as I looked at Bogdan, I realized something was wrong..." "Something was changing..." I began to see something else, something else..." "I was in something else..." "Something!" In place of my friend's face, I saw the face of a strange, forty-year-old man. My only consolation, if any consolation at all, was that the man, staring at me, seemed as terrified as I was. Despite this, I cannot describe the fear I experienced, and instead I will use your imagination.
"Try to imagine being in a room with someone you love, a friendly atmosphere, two hours passing, and then suddenly, without any prior symptoms, that person disappears in favor of a stranger, a forty-year-old intruder." "I experienced it! I was in such shock that even today I can't find the words to describe it properly. I can't even tell if my legs were shaking or, conversely, stiff. "Whether my heart was pounding or freezing." "Everything happened too fast. Only the outline of that moment remains in my memory." The room began to sway, as if it weren't a room but the cabin of a yacht in a storm. The air was thick, forming a sort of transparent sponge trying to obstruct the view of objects. To make matters worse, that transparent jelly, along with the objects and the alien person within, was pulsating. Like a fantastic living organ, it grew larger, then shrunk again, only to return to its largest size a moment later! But all this happened in fractions of a second. Then there was only a moment, a return to normal vision, once again imprinted with Bogdan's image. This happened precisely when, in utter terror, he jumped from the couch and, uttering morbid gibberish, began to run around the apartment. It might seem strange to some, but his running, his abnormal behavior, began to calm me, because it allowed me to assume I wasn't alone in my experiences. I thought that seeing a strange man wasn't the result of an irrational world raping my mind—but that this was the objective reality. This growing conviction helped me calm my friend, who, as he struggled, muttered not to hurt him. It took a long time to restore Bogdan to a state of some sort of mental equilibrium. But when he calmed down enough to focus on my finger and then say his name, I quickly began to examine the whole thing from his perspective.
Bogdan's account confirmed my suspicion of a momentary lapse in objective reality. At the same time as I saw a forty-year-old man, he saw a repulsive old man making terrifying faces at him. To make matters worse, the hideous old man sitting in my seat was growing hair at an alarming rate. It looked as if long white worms were hatching from his skull and then slithering like snakes down his arm.
We couldn't stay in that apartment any longer. The mood was more horrific than the one I'd felt after watching a horror movie as a child. We fled. Only after an hour or so did we tentatively reappear, and only then because it was terribly cold outside. We drank hot tea and decided to try to sleep. We woke up around noon. We were sleep-deprived and completely dazed. Laughing as if the night before had been a dream, we argued about which we should cherish more: the philosophy we'd discovered or the diabolical event
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