[ WP ] You possess an ability to turn off one or more of your senses to heighten the others . Today is the day you make a mistake .

I've always felt like my two favorite subreddits, this and r/nosleep went hand in hand, and I think this is the perfect WP to prove that. I'll post this on both. Certainly is n't my best work, but I typed what came to mind and it's 7 am and I've been up since 9 am yesterday. This also ended up being much longer than I intended so it's cut into parts, and went a different route than I thought it would. Comments and suggestions are welcome and wanted. As an aspiring film writer, I'd love all the help I can get. Enjoy! 
 
 
 
 I was never anything special. I was average. In school, I never got many girls, and I did n't have many friends. It was n't like I got picked on, like some loser that was the perfect prey for bullies, I just did n't really have anything to do with anyone. I was ignored by most people, but not in a mean way, more of the kind of ignoring that you do with a bug in the sidewalk. You just have no reason to mess with it. It is doing its own thing, and you're doing your own thing. That was all fine with me. I liked the solitude. The one real friend I had was like me, mostly. Jacob was a loner that was just passed by, nobody bothered him, and he bothered nobody. But like I said, he was mostly like me. The one thing that made us different, the one thing that made me different from everyone, was this weird power. 
 Now I do n't know how I got it, if I was born with it, if it developed, any of that. As far back as I can remember, I had been able to do it. I ca n't even tell you much about it, other than what it does. I do n't even know how to control it, I just, do it. Okay so, you know how when someone is blind, people say their other senses are heightened, like their sense of smell and hearing? That's basically what I could do, but by choice. By giving up one sense, I could power up the others, slightly, or one, greatly. As far as I knew I could only rid myself of one at a time, though I had been practicing on expanding my power. I had no idea if I COULD, but I was trying. 
 I wanted to use my power for good, maybe become an investigator, or become a superhero, but I worried that I could have been discovered and with our shady government, for all I know I would've been locked up and tested on. So I basically became one of those guys you see in movies, where they work in a cubicle on the computer or phone all day. It was n't a bad job, it was n't the most fun, but the benefits made up for that. I was still friends with Jacob throughout my life, and we'd meet up every so often for drinks, or food, or just to watch a game. 
 Jacob was the only one that knew about my power, and he was cool about it. Sometimes he'd have me over to help him with stuff, like one time his car would n't work properly, so I used my hearing to find something that did n't sound right. I did n't mind, it was actually pretty cool being able to use my power for good, even if it was just my friend having car troubles. 
 One day I was on my way home from work and he texted and asked if I wanted to get drinks. I met him at our usual spot and had a beer. He was n't as talkative as he usually was, so I used my power to see if I could tell what was up. I saw that he was sweating a bit more than a normal person would, and I could hear his pulse beating a little quicker than normal. I asked him what was up and he denied a problem at first, but once I told him what I sensed he confessed. 
 `` Look man, it sounds a little crazy, but I think there's something wrong with my place. I do n't know how to explain it, I just have n't felt right the past few days while I was there.'' He did n't sound crazy, but I did n't quite understand what he meant. 
 `` Am I rubbing off on you maybe? Giving you a bit of my power? Your senses all messed up?'' I thought a little joke like that would help him lighten up a bit, and he smiled slightly but got serious again and said it was n't like that, it was more of a sixth sense kind of thing. 
 Now I do n't know about you, but I never believed too much in a sixth sense. I could change my senses but I never had the ability to sense things mentally or spiritually or whatever. So I just assumed it was n't real. Jacob looked convinced though. Something was definitely unsettling him. 
 `` Jake, if you want, I'll come over and have a look around, just to put you at ease, because I'm sure it's nothing.'' I tried to assure him that there was n't a ghost or spirit or curse or something going on, so he was glad I offered to help, but he still seemed to think there was n't something right with his place. 
 We got to his apartment complex about an hour after some more drinks and talking about other things. No matter the topic of conversation, he still looked perturbed. We got to his apartment and I started with my sight first. Seeing this as a good opportunity to test my power some more, I focused on ridding myself of an extra sense. I lost my taste so I could see better, and very slightly, slowly, started to lose feeling as well. After a few minutes, it finally worked. I could n't feel the texture of the chair I was sitting in, and I could see so much better than 20/20 vision. Eye doctors would have to come up with a new scale with how well I could see every. I saw every speck of dust and dirt. My eyes darted all around his place taking in everything. After about 15 minutes, I switched over to smell. Still numb and unable to taste, I smelled the whole apartment. Some good stuff, like the pie that was baking a few floors up, and some bad stuff, like someone's rotting garbage, probably left there for a few weeks. Still, nothing out of the ordinary in his place. He watched me intently, waiting for something. 
 I went back to normal and told him my findings so far. I got some water and sat back down to use my hearing this time. That was not a problem at all. I used it the most by far, and could instantly power it up once I lost one sense. So I lowered my taste again, and then focused on my feeling, and then slowly, as not to blow out my ears from the sounds of the city outside, raised my hearing. 
 There was so much going on, it was hard to hear anything. Cars outside, people down the road outside a bar talking loudly, music the other way, probably a band at another bar, a radio upstairs, people talking, a couple fighting, a dog, a baby. So much going on, I slowly blocked them all out, one by one, till I listened only to the silence of Jacob's apartment. I heard his breathing and heart beating, but as I sat there, I heard it. 
 Screaming, but not just screaming like from the people down the street having a party. No this, this was more like someone being tortured in the pits of hell, this was someone who was so terrified of something, that nobody had ever known such a fear. It only got worse from there, more screams, more people, all around me. It seemed like it was his apartment, the floor, the walls, the fridge, his couch, everything was alive and dying in terrible agony. I was incredibly intrigued, and slightly scared, not knowing what was happening. I kept listening, try to hear something else, or maybe where they were coming from, perhaps one was screaming words, but none of that came.
