The Blue Pill

Welcome kiddies to my CASTLE for this SEVENTEENTH-DEADITION OF CREEPS CASTLE!  It's me, CREEPS, again, with yet another MORBID-MORSEL for you all heh-heh-heh!  I entitle this one...
A hippie wandered through the streets of San Francisco, California, back on a night in 1970.  He passed another hippie, who was sitting on the sidewalk, holding an acoustic guitar.  "Hey, man, how's it goin'?" the hippie who was standing asked the other one.  The other hippie strummed his western-style guitar once and replied, "good man, yourself?".  "Groovy!" the hippie standing said, smiling.  "Here man, this is a far out pill, that will like trip ya all out!" the hippie with the guitar said, handing the other one a small, blue capsule.  "Groovy, thanks man, peace!" the other hippie said and walked off.  He popped the blue pill in his mouth and swallowed it.  
The hippie turned a corner and stopped, seeing a little figure in the crowd, coming towards him.  It wore a white robe and had pale-white flesh, with white, long, straight hair.  The thing's eyes were pupil less and stark-white.  Its claws were red and sharp, protruding from its fingertips.  The hippie gasped at the thing and it vanished, being some sort of ghostly-monster.  The hippie slowly walked on, passing three women, who were on the street, smoking cigarettes and a guy who drank a bottle of Wild Turkey.  
The hippie started seeing the sidewalk turn to a thick, oozing, slime-path of green.  "Whoa!" he muttered, walking in the slime.  As he went, he heard a deep, deep-moaning and groaning from somewhere.  The hippie stopped and looked back, seeing the ghostly-monster again.  It was coming to him in the crowd.  The hippie screamed and ran through the slime-path.  His surroundings grew pitch-black, except for the slime beneath him.  
Then, he stopped, hearing the continual-moaning and groaning getting louder and louder.  Something jutted passed him and fell into the thick-slime.  The hippie saw that the thing was the ghostly-monster's head, seeing that its mouth was opening and filled with razor-fangs of red.  It was what was moaning and groaning, deeply.  The hippie screamed, as he looked behind him, seeing the headless, ghostly-monster directly behind him.  It clutched his arms with its claws, tightly.  Then, it vanished.  The hippie saw its head vanish as well, along with the slime and the blackness faded into San Francisco again.  "Far-out man!" the hippie remarked and took off.  
I guess that hippie was just DRUG ALONG eh, kiddies?  Don't try any weird drugs boys and girls.  They might be MONSTROUS-MEDICINES ha-ha!  I think that hippie won't take any DERANGED-DOSES NEXT SLIME Hee-Hee-Hee-Hee-Hee!