Jimmy Ferrer

Do you pat your pocket and take your phone out for no reason and then put it away?

Now imagine if every one of your senses was screaming for some type of stimulation.

That doesn't even begin to describe the hell that I visited.

When I started, I wished I were able to blind all of my senses, as being taped to a chair to the level that I couldn't possibly escape was severely uncomfortable.

With my eyes covered and the loud static playing, I anticipated something weird happening and scaring me a little, like the stories online.

But fairly soon after I began, all I could feel was claustrophobia.

I couldn't see.

I couldn't hear.

I could not move.

The tight duct tape squeezing my body against the hard, cold wooden chair felt like it was tightening around me like a snake.

My breaths became heavy and labored.

I felt sweat starting to bead on my skin.

My senses were screaming for freedom.

All I could see was the uniform red light over my eyes.

The static of an opera of a million screams.

I felt like I was going to die when I felt one of the headphones pull off my ear.

And Stephanie asking me if I wanted to stop.

It turns out in the entire 30 seconds I had been bound and blinded.

I had a panic attack.

I told her just enough to regroup and use the restroom.