Isn't it a great day when you arrive in a new town and you're out for a walk when you see a burning car and hear your dead friend's anguished screams so you leave to the restraunt across these road from your motel then find body bags left in the road and get distracted by a screen where a good memory of you and your dead friend plays only to turn around and see a bigger than life version of him hunched over a fountain as big as his head so you find a bus stop to breathe and get out of this mind fuckery, but the air shakes and a voice booms from the night sky where you can make out the pale glow of bone and something builds and builds inside you some anguish or torment as you realize there's no escape and he will always be there and he will never leave you and you can never leave either?
Happened to my good friend Ratskewer.