Horror And Mystery Stories
The endless house

Let me start by saying that Peter Terry is addicted to heroin.

We were friends on campus and continued to be after I graduated. Notice that I said “I”. He dropped out after two years of not managing to survive. After I moved out of the dorm and into a small apartment, I didn't see Peter.

We will talk online at all times (AIM was king in the pre-Facebook years). There was a period where he was not online for about five weeks in a row. I'm not worried. He's a pretty well-known drug addict and addict, so I assume he just stopped caring. Then one night I saw him come in. Before I could start the conversation, he sent me a message.

“David, man, we need to talk.”

That's when he told me about NoEnd House . This house could have gotten such a name because no one had ever reached the last exit. The rules are quite simple and cliche: go to the final room of the building and you win $ 500. There are nine rooms.

The house was located just outside the city, about four miles from my house. Peter tried it and failed. He's an addict who knows what? So I thought the drugs had taken away his sanity and he was out looking for ghosts or something. He told me that the challenge was too difficult for anyone. That's not normal.

I don't trust him. I told him I would check it out the next night and no matter how hard he tried to convince me, $ 500 sounds too good to be true. I gotta go. I leave the next night.

When I arrived, I immediately saw something strange about the building. Have you ever seen or read something that shouldn't be scary, but for some reason, the cold is crawling your spine? I walked towards the building and the uneasy feeling only strengthened when I opened the front door.

My heart slowed down and I heaved a sigh of relief as I entered. The room looked like a normal hotel lobby decorated for Halloween. A sign was placed in the place of a worker. It reads, “Pour 1 here. Eight more rooms. Until the final place and you win!” I chuckled and walked to the first door.

The first room was ridiculous. The decor resembles a K-Mart Halloween hallway, complete with sheet ghosts and animatronic zombies that give a static growl as you pass by. At the end was an exit; it was the only door other than the one I entered. I wagged the fake spider web and headed to the second room.

I was greeted by fog when I opened the door to room two. The room definitely increased its effect with technology. Not only was there a fog machine, but bats hung on the ceiling and flew in a circle. Horrifically. They seem to have a Halloween soundtrack, which people will find in a 99-cent store at the grocery store, somewhere in the room. I don't see the stereo, but I guess they definitely use the PA system. I stepped over some spinning rat toys and walked with a bloated chest to the next area.

I grabbed the doorknob and my heart stopped. I don't want to open that door. The feeling of fear hit me so hard that I could not even think. Logic caught up with me after a frightening moment, and I flicked it up and entered the next room.

Room three was the moment when things started to change.

All seemed like a normal room. There was a chair in the middle of the wood paneled floor. A single lamp in the corner stands illuminate the area but does little to help. The light formed several shadows that crossed the floor and walls. His problem. Shadowy. More than one shadow.

Besides the seats, there are others. I just walked in the door and I was scared. At that moment I knew something was wrong. I didn't even think when I automatically tried to open the door I just passed. The door was locked from the other side.

It makes me have to keep moving forward. Did someone lock the door when I entered the room? Not likely. I should have heard their voices. Is it a mechanical lock that is set automatically? Might as well.

But I was too afraid to think. I went back to the room and the shadow was gone. The shadow of the chair remained, but the others were lost. Slowly I started walking. I used to hallucinate when I was a kid, so I wrote shadows as figments of my imagination. I started to feel better when I got to the middle of the room. I look down. And when I step again, that's when I see it.

Or rather, not seeing it. My shadow is not there. I don't have time to scream. I ran as fast as I could to the other door and threw myself thoughtlessly into the room outside.

The fourth room is probably the most terrible room. When I closed the door, all visible light was sucked out and put back into the previous room. I stood there, surrounded by darkness, unable to move. I'm not afraid of the dark and never will be, but I'm really scared. All the views have left me. I hold my hand in front of my face and if I don't know what I'm doing, I'll never know. Darkness that cannot be described. I can't hear anything. Silences. When you're in a Soundproof Room, you can still hear yourself breathing. You can hear yourself alive.

I can't.

I started to stumble forward after a while, my racing heart was the only thing I could feel. There is no door in sight. I'm not sure there's a door this time. The silence was then broken by a low hum.

I felt something behind me. I spun wildly but could barely see anything. But I do know. Regardless of how dark it was, I knew there was something there. The buzz was getting louder, the closer. It seemed to surround me, but I knew whatever was causing the noise in front of me, started to inching closer.

I took a step back; I never felt such fear. I cannot describe the real fear. I'm not even afraid I'm going to die; I'm afraid of the more sinister alternatives. I'm afraid what's in this place is doing something to me. Then the light came on for a moment and I saw it.

There aren't. I didn't see anything and I know I didn't see anything there. The room returned to darkness and the hum became a wild screech. I shouted as an attempt to resist that sounded futile; I couldn't help but hear this damn voice for a minute. I ran backwards, away from the noise, and looked for a door handle. I turned around and fell into room five.

Before I explain room five, you have to understand something. I am not a drug addict. I have no history of drug abuse or any psychosis other than the childhood hallucinations I mentioned earlier, and that is only when I am really tired or just waking up. I entered the NoEnd House with a clear head.

After falling from the previous room, my view of room five was very unexpected. What I saw didn't scare me; it just surprised me. Trees grew in the room and loomed over my head. The ceiling in this room was higher than the others, which made me think I was in the middle of the house. I got up from the floor, cleaned myself up, and looked around. It must be the biggest room of them all. I could not even see the door from where I was; various shrubs and trees blocked my view from the exit.

Until now, I thought rooms would be even scarier, but this was heaven compared to the last room. I also assumed whatever was in room four remained there. I was so wrong.

As I entered further into the room, I began to hear what people would hear if they were in the forest; insect chirping and the occasional flutter of birds seemed to be the only ones accompanying me in this room. That's the thing that bothers me the most. I heard insects and other animals, but I did not see any of them.

I began to wonder how big this house was. From the outside when I first walked there, it looked like an ordinary house. There might be a bigger side, but this almost resembles the forest here. The canopy covered my view from the ceiling. However, I assume there is still a ceiling, no matter how high it is. I can't see the walls either. The only way I know I'm still indoors is that the floor is still the same as the other rooms: standard dark color wood panels.

I kept walking, hoping the next tree I passed would open the door. After a while of walking, I felt a mosquito fly into my arm. I flicked it and kept going. A second later, I felt about ten more soils on my skin in various places. I felt them crawling up and down my arms and legs and some walking across my face. I flailed wildly to catch it all, but they continued to crawl. I looked down and screamed stifled – more like moaning to be honest. I did not see any insects. There was not a single insect on me, but I could feel them crawling.

I heard them flying in my face and stinging my skin but I could not see a single tail. I fell to the ground and started rolling wildly. I'm desperate. I hate insects, especially insects I can't see or touch. But these insects can touch me and they are everywhere.

I started crawling. I don't know where I'm going; the entrance is nowhere to be seen and I still haven't seen the exit. So I just crawled, my skin wriggling with the presence of those stealth insects. After a few hours, I found the door. I grabbed a nearby tree and propped myself up, mercilessly patting my hands and feet to no avail. I tried to run, but I couldn't; my body was tired from crawling and dealing with whatever it was that was me. I took a few shaky steps to the door, grabbing every tree on the way to lean.

It was only a few feet away when I heard it. Low buzz from before. It came from the next room and it was lower. I can almost feel it inside my body, like when you stand next to an amplifier at a concert. The feeling of insects on me lessened as the buzz grew louder. When I put my hand over the doorknob, the insects were completely gone but I had not turned the knob. I knew that if I let go, the insects would come back and there was no way I would go back to room four.

I just stood there, my head stuck to the door marked six and my hands shaking still holding the knob. The buzz was so loud that I couldn't even hear myself. There was nothing I could do but move. Room six is next, and room six is Hell.

I closed the door behind me, my eyes were closed and my ears were ringing. The buzz surrounded me. When the door clicked, the buzz was gone. I opened my eyes in surprise and the door I closed was gone.

Now my back is a wall now. I looked around in shock. The room was identical to room three – seats and the same lamp – but with the correct number of shadows this time (only one seat shadow). The only real difference with room three was that there was no exit. The door I went through was just gone. As I said before, I had no previous problems in terms of mental instability, but at that moment I fell into what I now know is madness. I'm not yelling. I don't make a sound.

At first I scratched it gently. The walls are hard, but I know the door is somewhere. I know it. I tried to hold the doorknob. I clawed at the wall frantically with both hands, my nails laid on the bark on the wood. I fell to my knees without a sound, the only sound in the room that was constantly scratching the wall. I know it's there. The door was there, I knew it was there. I know if I can get through this wall –

“Are you okay?”

I jumped off the floor and spun in one fell swoop. I leaned against the wall behind me and I saw who, or what, was speaking to me; to this day I regret turning around.

There was a little girl. She was wearing a soft white dress that covered up to her ankles. She has long blonde hair in the middle of her back and white skin and blue eyes. He was the scariest thing I had ever seen, and I knew that nothing in my life would be as horrible as what I saw in him. While looking at him, I saw something else. At the place where he stood, I saw what looked like a man's body, only bigger than usual and covered in hair. He was naked from head to toe, but his head was not human and his toes were fingernails. It was not a Devil, but at that time it might as well be so. It has the head of a ram and the snout of a wolf.

It was horrifying and identical to the little girl in front of me. They are the same form. I can't describe it, but I see it at the same time. They shared the same place in the room, but it felt like seeing two dimensions apart. When I saw the girl, I saw the monster, and when I saw the monster, I saw the girl. I can't talk. I can barely even see. My mind rebelled against what it was trying to process. I've been scared before in my life and I've never been more scared than when I was stuck in the fourth room, but that was before room six. I just stood there, staring at whatever was talking to me. There's no way out. I'm stuck here with that. And then talk again.

“David, you should have heard.”

As I spoke, I heard the little girl's words, but the other form spoke to me in a voice that I would not try to describe. There is no other sound. The voice was constantly repeating the sentence in my mind and I agreed. I don't know what to do. I slipped into madness, but could not take my eyes off what was in front of me. I fell to the floor. I thought I had fainted, but this room didn't let it. I just want it to end. I was by my side, my eyes were wide open and the figure was staring at me. There was a battery-powered mouse from the second room running across the room in front of me.

The house was playing with me. But for some reason, seeing the rat pulled my mind back from whatever depth it went to and I looked around the room. I'm getting out of there. I was determined to get out of that house alive and never think about this place again.

I knew this room was Hell and I wasn't ready to stay here. At first, only my eyes moved. I look for all kinds of walls. The room wasn't that big, so it didn't take long to understand the entire layout. The demon was still mocking me, the voice getting louder as the form remained rooted in its place. I put my hands on the floor, trying to scan wall by wall behind me.

Then I saw something I couldn't believe. That thing was now right behind me, whispering in my mind how I should have come. I felt a breath behind my neck, but I was unwilling to turn around. Right in front of my eyes, I saw a huge number seven engraved on the wall. I know what it is: room seven is right outside the wall where room five was a moment ago.

I don't know how I did it – maybe it was just my mind back then – but I have created the door. I know I did.

In my madness, I had scratched the wall to find what I needed most: to go out into the next room. Room seven is near. I knew the demon was right behind me, but for that particular reason, he was unable to touch me. I closed my eyes and placed both hands on the top seven in front of me. I'm pushing. I pushed as hard as I could. The demon was now screaming in my ear. The devil told me that I could never leave here. He said that this is where it ends. I will not die, but I will stay there, in room six with him.

It won't. I wasn't. I pushed and screamed loudly. I knew I would make it out of that room.

I stumbled, mentally exhausted and physically weak. The door behind me closed and I realized where I was. I'm outside. Not outside like room five, but really outside. My eyes. I want to cry. I knelt down and tried to get up but I couldn't.

I finally got out of that hell. I don't even care about the promised gift. I turned around and saw that the door I had just passed was the entrance. I walked to my car and went home, thinking about how good it would be to shower.

When I stopped at home, I felt uncomfortable. The excitement of leaving NoEnd House has faded and the fear is slowly waking back up. I used to think of this as a residual effect of the house earlier

I walked to the front door of my house. I went in and immediately went to my room. In my bed is my cat, Baskerville. He was the first living thing I saw all night and I reached for him. He sizzled and rubbed my hand. I was shocked, because he never acted that way. I was thinking, “Tell me, he's an old cat.” I jumped in the bathroom and got ready for what I expected to be a sleepless night.

After the shower, I went to the kitchen to make something to eat. I went down the stairs and turned into the living room; what I saw would forever be ingrained in my mind. My parents were lying on the ground, naked and covered in blood. They were mutilated into parts that could hardly be identified. Their limbs were dislodged and placed next to their bodies, and their heads were placed on their chests facing me. The most troubling part was their expressions. They smiled, as if they were happy to see me. I vomited and cried in the living room. I don't know what happened; they didn't even live with me at the time.

I'm messy. Then I saw it: a door that had never existed before. A door with eight large was written on it with blood.

I'm still in that house. I was standing in my living room but I was in room seven. My parents' faces smiled wider when I realized this. They were not my parents; they could not have been my parents, but they looked exactly like them.

The eight-marked door was across the room, right behind the corpses that were cut off in front of me. I knew I had to move immediately, but had to pass through the corpses. At that moment I felt like giving up.

Those smiling faces are tearing my mind apart. I vomited again and almost fainted. Then the hum came back. It was louder than before. His voice filled the house and shook the walls. The hum forced me to walk.

I started walking slowly, approaching the door with the corpses. I could barely stand, let alone walk, and the closer I got to my parents, the more weak I felt. The walls were now shaking so violently that it was as if they were about to collapse. But those faces still smile at me. As I inched closer, their eyes followed me. I was now between two bodies, several meters away from the door. The dismembered hands clawed their way on the carpet towards me as the face continued to stare.

The new terror swept over me and I walked faster. I don't want to hear their voices. I don't want her voice to be the same as my parents. They started opening their mouths and hands just inches from my feet. Desperately, I lunged at the door, opened it, and slammed it behind me. Room eight.

I'm already tired. After what I had just experienced, I knew there was nothing else from this house that I could not get through. Unfortunately, I underestimated NoEnd House. Unfortunately, things got more sinister, more terrible, and more unspeakable in room eight.

I still had trouble believing what I saw in room eight. Again, the room was a copy of rooms three and six, but this time the one sitting on the usually empty chair was a man.

After a few seconds of disbelief, my mind finally accepted the fact that the man sitting in the chair was me. Not someone who looks like me; that man is David Williams. I walked closer. I have to see more clearly even though I am sure it will be me. He looked at me and I saw tears in his eyes.

“Please .. please, don't do that. Please, don't hurt me.”

“What?” I asked. “Who are you? I won't hurt you.”

“Ya, you ..” He's sobbing now. “You will hurt me and I don't want you to do it.” He sat on a chair with his legs raised and started to wiggle. It looked very pitiful, especially since he was me, identical in every way.

“Listen, who are you?” I am now only a few feet away from my doppelganger. It was the strangest experience, standing there talking to myself. I'm not afraid, but I will soon. “Why you-“

“You will hurt me, you will hurt me if you want to go, you will hurt me.”

“Why are you saying this? Just relax, okay? Let's try to think of this-” And then I see it. The sitting David was wearing the same clothes as me, except for a small red patch on his shirt embroidered with the number nine.

“You will hurt me, you will not hurt me, you will hurt me ..”

My eyes did not leave a small figure on his chest. I know exactly what it is. The first few doors were plain and simple, but after a while the doors became a little more ambiguous. Seven scratched into the wall, but by my own hands. Eight were marked with blood on top of my parents' bodies. But nine – of this figure is in a person, a living person. Worse, it was on someone who was exactly like me.

“David?” I have to ask.

“Ya .. you will hurt me, you will hurt me ..” He keeps crying and swaying.

He answered David. He is me, right down to that voice. But those nine. I paced for a few minutes while she cried in her chair. The room had no doors and, similar to room six, the door I passed by was gone. For some reason, I assumed that scraping wouldn't take me anywhere right now.

I studied the walls and floor around the chair, stuck my head down and saw if there was anything below. Unfortunately, there's. Under the chair was a knife. Attached is a tag that says, “For David – From Management.”

The feeling in my stomach when I read the label was something sinister. I wanted to vomit and the last thing I wanted to do was take the knife off the bottom of the chair. The other David was still sobbing uncontrollably.

My mind turned into a collection of unanswered questions. Who put this here and how did they get my name? Not to mention the fact that when I knelt on the cold hardwood floor, I also sat on the chair, sobbing in protest at being injured by myself.

Too much to process. Home and management have been playing with me all this time. My thoughts for some reason are thinking about Peter. Has he come this far. If he did, if he met Peter Terry who was sobbing in this chair, wiggling.

“David,” said with my voice, “What do you think you're going to do?”

I lifted myself off the ground and clenched the knife in my hand.

“I'll be out of here.”

David was still sitting on the chair, although now he was very calm. He looked at me with a slight smile. I don't know if he'll laugh or strangle me. Slowly, he got up from the chair and stood up, facing me. Thats odd. His height and even the way he stood matched mine. I felt the rubber handle of the knife in my hand and gripped it tighter. I don't know what I plan to do with the knife in hand, but I have a feeling that I will need it.

“Now,” his voice is a little deeper than mine. “I'll hurt you. I'll hurt you and I'll keep you here.” I'm not responding. I just lunged and locked it to the ground. I overcame him and looked down, the knife ready.

He looked at me, terrified. It felt like I was looking in the mirror. Then the hum returned, low and far away, though I still felt it deep inside my body. David looked at me as I looked at myself. The buzz grew louder and I felt something inside me snap. With one move, I slammed his knife into his chest and tore it apart. The darkness fell in the room and I fell.

The darkness around me was like I had never experienced until then. Room four was dark, but nowhere near what had really struck me. I'm not even sure if I fell after a while. I feel like I have no weight, covered in darkness.

Then deep sadness enveloped me. I felt lost, depressed, and suicidal. The sight of my parents entered my mind. I know it's not real, but I've seen it and the mind has a hard time discerning which is real and which is not.

The sadness deepens. I was in room nine for a few days. Last room. And that's exactly what: finally.

NoEnd House has a goal and I have achieved it. At that moment, I gave up. I knew I would be in the middle of it forever, with nothing but darkness. Even the hum was not there to keep me sane.

I have lost all senses. I can't feel myself. I can't hear anything. My view is completely useless here. I looked for the taste in my mouth and found nothing. I felt intangible and completely lost. I know where I am. This is Hell. Room nine is Hell.

Then it happened. A light. Light at the end of the tunnel. I felt the ground come up from under me and I stood up. After a while of gathering my thoughts and senses, I slowly walked towards that light.

As I approached the light, it appeared. It was a vertical gap on the side of the unmarked door. I slowly walked through the door and found myself back where I started: the lobby of NoEnd House. Exactly how I left it: still empty, still adorned with childish Halloween decorations. After everything that happened that night, I was still wary of my whereabouts. After a while of normalcy, I looked around the place trying to find something different. On the table was a plain white envelope with my name written on it. Very curious, yet still cautious, I gathered the courage to open the envelope. Inside was a letter, again handwritten.

David Williams, though,

Congrats! You have reached the end of NoEnd House! Please accept this gift as a sign of great achievement.

Respect forever, ever,

The management.

By the mail there are five sheets $ 100.

I can't stop laughing. I laughed for a few hours. I laughed as I walked into my car and laughed when I got home. I laughed as I entered the entrance. I laughed as I opened the front door of my house and laughed when I saw the Little Ten Figures engraved on the Door.