We moved through the tickling grass, giggling and chortling the entire way until I heard Leslie scream.
"Hahahahaaaaaaaaah!" When I looked up, she was no where to be seen and I started running forward.
"Leslie?! Leslie!! Where are you? Hey! Where are yoooooooooooou?!" That's when I "found" the hole. As I fell, I quickly caught up to Leslie, who like me, was screaming her head off. "Leslie!"
"Dude! What is happening?!"
"I don't know!! Take my hand!" Leslie reached over and took my hand, and we clutched at each other's arms to make sure we didn't get separated. We fell for what felt like hour, but was probably only a few minutes. Suddenly a light appeared and as we fell through it, we must have gone about 30 ft in the air. And then gravity kicked in and we fell toward the ground, but for whatever reason, the grass caught us and gently lowered us down. After about a minute of catching our breath, the grass started tickling us.
"What the hell! Are we back here? Seriously?!" Leslie yelled.
"Come on, let's get out of this stupid grass!" We quickly ran out of the grass, and then fell down onto our butts in order to properly catch our breath. After several minutes, we were just sitting there, trying to figure out what happened.
"I forgot how freaking weird this town can be sometimes. You'd think a giant octopus that held me upside down and tickled my feet would burn that into my memory." She muttered.
"Yeah, no kidding. Come on, let's go back."
"Good idea." But then something just as weird as the grass and the hole happened. The curvy, winding road that was covered in roots that we took to get here was gone. It had been replaced by a straight shot road that was smooth and paved. We exchanged worried, baffled looks, but remained silent as we walked down the road, wondering just where we were. When we looked out, we saw the town just the way we left it. But something felt odd about it. Like it was vastly different somehow. We started walking home. Then I realized what was different. The town looked like it'd be turned into a center of tickling culture. Restaurants and shops had signs that advertised different tickling specials, and some of the places looked like they were devoted to tickling, there were different stocks and bondage tables located around town with people being publicly tickle tortured, and looking at the people, they often wore clothing that exposed vulnerable ticklish spots, they openly tickled friends as greetings and interactions, there were even a few girls and guys dressed up in bathing suits, offering to be pinned and tickled for money. I couldn't decide what was more powerful. My enjoyment of what was around me, or being completely weirded out. Eventually, we made it back home but had to take a double take since it looked to be ten times bigger then we left it. Like it had been different sections added onto it.
"Are you sure this is the right place?" Leslie asked.
"Positive..." I said quietly. "Watch." I walked up to the door and turned the key in the lock and it unlocked easily. We walked through the house, mystified by what had happened. We walked into the kitchen to see...us. It was me and Leslie, and they looked to be making sandwiches. "Hello?" They jumped in surprise and when they turned toward us, I saw that they...
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