I've been in the deep woods with people that have been possessed while on shrooms, of course I didn't take any of those shaman demon plants so I ended up stuck out in the middle of no where with a Guy that threw himself into a fire, literally laid down on a roaring fire attempting to commit self immolation. I had to pull him out.

The other Guy (who drove there) claimed that he was freaked out by him laying in the fire so he was going to have to do something to him because it was freaking him out and he was having a bad trip, he didn't realize he too was possessed and talking crazy. I had to walk him to a different part of the forest and told him to sit and relax for a while.

Keep in mind this is like 2 am in the deep forest, I'm sober and thinking I'm in a horror movie.

I walk back to the campsite to see the Guy who tried to self immolate to be staring at the treeline just standing under the moon light. I look up in the trees just in enough time to see what I would best describe as the Mothman, or a liteal physical winged demon flying away.

Remember I'm sober, not hallucinating.

So at this point I start crying out to Jesus and praying. (Sorry if you don't agree with this part but this is the real story)

I finished praying and my friend who I walked to a different place to calm down comes walking back up and saws he feels better and we thinks we should pack up and drive home. I was so happy I literally took the tent up, stakes and all, and threw it in the trunk, put the burnt up dude in the back seat and said LETS GO.