This reminds me of when I was taking Wellbutrin (as prescribed) and hallucinating constantly as a result (my brain loves to torture me). I kept seeing a scene similar to the picture above— these small ghost people of various shapes and sizes huddled together (some with suitcases, even) that would scoot closer to me wherever I went, with much taller, grey shadowy things always a few paces behind, floating about. I could only see the little ghost people in the reflection of dark surfaces, but the tall shadowy things I saw everywhere. When they whooshed past they made a sort of crackling, hissing noise.
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