DLUTI 033 - NoEnd House

story. Yeah, so that's gonna be fun. And if you'd like to do that, come on,

No, no, no. Okay, well, don't go cuz it turns you off. It's right there in the name. Like there's a sign on the beach that says this beach turns you old and people will go there anyway.

wasn't worried. He was pretty notorious flake and drug addict. So as soon as he stopped caring, then when I saw him log on, before I could initiate a conversation, he sent me a message.

something. He told me it would be too much for anyone that it was unnatural. I didn't believe him. I told him that I would check it out the next night and no matter how hard he tried to convince me otherwise $500 sounded too good to be true. I had to go. I set out the following night. When I arrived I immediately noticed something strange about the building. Have you ever seen or read something that shouldn't be scary, but for some reason a show crawls up

your spine. I walked towards the building and the feeling of uneasiness only intensified as I opened the door. My heart slowed and I let her lead sigh leave me as I entered. The room looked like a normal hotel lobby decorated for Halloween. A sign was posted in place of a worker it read room one this way. Eight more Follow reached the end and knew when I chuckled and made my way to the first store. The first area was almost laughable.

The decor resemble the Halloween aisle of a Kmart, complete with chic ghosts and animatronics zombies that gave a static growl when you pass by. At the far end was an exit. It was the only door besides the one I entered through. I brushed through the fake spider webs and headed for the second room. I was greeted by fog as I opened the door to room to the room definitely upped the ante in terms of technology. Not only was there a fog machine, but a bat hung from the ceiling Influence Circles.

Scary. They seem to have a Halloween soundtrack that one would find in a 99 cent store on loop somewhere. I didn't see a stereo but I guess they must have used a PA system. I stepped over a few toy rats that wheeled around and walked with a puff chest across to the next area. A reach for the doorknob and my heart sank to my knees. I did not want to open that door. A feeling of dread hit me so hard.

I could barely even think logic overtook me after a few terrified moments and I shook it off and entered the next room. Room three is when things began to change. On the surface, it looked like a normal room. There was a chair in the middle of a wooden paneled floor. A single lamp in the corner did a poor job of lighting in the area, casting a few shadows across the floor and walls. That was the problem. Shadows, plural. With the exception of the chairs,

there were others. I had barely walked in the door and I was already terrified. It was at that moment I knew something wasn't right. I didn't even think as I automatically tried to open the door I came through. It was locked from the other side. That set me off. Was someone locking the doors as I progressed, there was no way I would have heard them. Was it a mechanical lock that said automatically, maybe, but I was too scared to really think I turned back to the room and the

shadows were gone. The cheer shadow remained. But the others were gone. I slowly began to walk. I used to hallucinate when I was a kid so I wrote off the shadows as a figment of my imagination. I began to feel better as I made it to the halfway point of the room. I looked down as I took my steps and that's when I saw it or didn't see it. I guess my shadow was not there. I didn't have time to screen I ran as fast as I could to the other door and flung myself without thinking

into the room beyond. The fourth room was possibly the most disturbing. As I close the door, all light seem to be sucked out and put back into the previous room. I stood there surrounded by darkness, not able to move. I'm not afraid of the dark and I never have been. But it was absolutely terrifying. All site had left me I held my hand in front of my face. And if I didn't know what I was doing, I would have never been able to tell. Darkness doesn't describe it. I couldn't hear anything. It

was dead silent. When you're in a soundproof room, you can still hear yourself breathing. You can hear yourself being alive. I couldn't. I began to stumble forward after a few moments. My rapidly beating heart was the only thing I could feel. There was no door in sight. wasn't even sure there was one this time. The silence was broken by a low hum I felt something behind me. I spun around wildly but could barely even see my nose. I knew it was there the regardless of how dark it was. I knew

something was there. The hum grew louder, closer. It surrounded me. But I knew whatever was causing that noise was in front of me inching closer. I took a step back. I had never felt that kind of fear. I can't really describe true fear. I wasn't even scared I was going to die. I was scared of what the alternative was. I was afraid of what this thing had in store for me. Then, the lights flashed for a second. And I saw nothing. I saw nothing and

I knew I saw nothing there. The room was again plunged into darkness and the hum became a wild scream. screamed in protest. Couldn't hear this goddamn sound for another minute. I ran backwards away from the noise and fumbled for the door handle. I turned and fell in the room five. Before I describe room five, you have to understand something. I am not a

drug addict. I've had no idea History of drug abuse or any sort of psychosis short of childhood hallucinations, and those were only when I was really tired or just waking up. I entered the note in house with a clear head. After falling in from the previous room, my view of room five was from my back looking up at the ceiling. What I saw didn't scare me. It simply surprised me. Trees had grown into the room and towered above

my head. The ceilings in this room were taller than the others, which made me think I was in the center of the house. I got up off the floor, dusted myself off, and took a look around. It was definitely the biggest room out of all of them. I couldn't even see the door from where I was. Various brush and trees must have blocked my line of sight with the exit. Up to this point, I figured the rooms are going to get scarier, but this was a paradise compared

to the last room. I also assumed whatever was in room for stayed back there. I was incredibly wrong. As I made my way deeper into the room, I began to hear what one would hear if they were in a forest. Tripping bugs, the occasional flap or birds seem to be the only company I had in this room. That was the thing that bothered me the most. I heard the bugs and other animals but I didn't see any of them. I began to wonder how big this house was. From the outside. When I first walked up to it, it

looked like a regular house. It was definitely on the bigger side. But this was almost a full forest in here. A canopy covered my view of the ceiling, but I assumed it was still there. However high it was. Couldn't see any walls either. The only way I knew I was still inside was the floor match the other rooms, the standard dark wood paneling. I kept walking, hoping that the next tree I pass would reveal the door. After a few moments of walking, I felt a mosquito flying on my arm. I

shook it off and kept going. A second later, I felt about 10 more land on my skin at different places. I felt them crawl up and down my arms and legs and few made their way across my face. I flailed wildly to get them off, but they just kept crawling. I looked down and let out a muffled scream. To be honest, I didn't see a single bug. Not one bug was on me. But I could feel them crawling. I heard them fly by my face and stink my skin but couldn't see a single one. A drop to the ground

and begin to roll wildly. I was desperate, hated bugs, especially ones I couldn't see or touch. But these bugs could touch me and they were everywhere. I began to crawl. I had no idea where I was going. The interest was nowhere in sight. And I still hadn't seen the exit. So I just crawled my skin wriggling with the presence of those phantom bugs. After what seemed like hours I found the door. I grabbed the nearest tree and prop myself up mindlessly slapping my arms and

legs to no avail. I tried to run but I couldn't. My body was exhausted from crawling and dealing with whatever it was that was on me. I took a few shaky steps to the door grabbing each tree on the way for support. It was only a few feet away when I heard it. The low hum from before it was coming from the next room and it was deeper. I could almost feel it inside my body. Like when you stand next to an amp at a concert. Feeling of the bugs on me lesson as the hum grew louder.

As I placed my hand on the doorknobs the bugs were completely gone. But I couldn't bring myself to turn the knob. I knew that if I let go the bugs would return and there was no way I would make it back to room for I just stood there. I had pressed against the door Mark six in my hand shakily grasping the knob. The homeless soul loud. I couldn't even hear myself pretend to think there was nothing I could do but move on. Room six was next. And room

six was hell. I closed the door behind me my eyes held shut and my ears ringing. The hum was surrounding me. As the door clicked in the place. The home was gone. I opened my eyes and surprise and the door had shut was gone. It was just a wall now. I looked around in shock. The room was identical to room three, the same chair and lamp but with the correct amount of shadows this time. The only real difference was that there was no exit door and the one I came in

through was gone. As I said before, I had no previous issues in terms of mental instability. But at that moment I fell into what I know was insanity. I didn't scream I didn't make a sound At first I stretched softly. The wall was tough, but I knew the door was there somewhere. I just knew it was scratched and where the doorknob was I clawed at the walls frantically with both hands, and nails being filed down to the skin against the wood. I felt

silently to my knees. The only sound in the room was this incessant scratching against the wall. I knew it was there. The door was there. I knew it was just there. I knew if I could just get past this wall. Are you alright? A jumped off the ground and spun in one motion. I leaned against the wall behind me and I saw what it was that spoke to me. To this day. I regret ever turning around. There was this little girl, she was wearing a soft white dress that went down

to her ankles. She had long blonde hair to the middle of her back and white skin and blue eyes. She was the most frightening thing I'd ever seen. And I know that nothing in my life will ever be as unnerving as what I saw in her. While looking at her, I saw something else. Where she stood I saw what looked like a man's body, only larger than normal and covered in hair. She was naked from head to toe. But this head was not human and his toes were hooves.

It wasn't the devil. But at that moment, it might as well have been. The form had the head of a ram and the snout of a wolf. It was horrifying. And it was synonymous with the little girl in front of me. They were the same form. I can't really describe it, but I saw them at the same time. They share the same spot in that room. But it was like looking at two separate

dimensions. When I saw the girl I saw the form and when I saw the form, I saw the girl I couldn't speak, I could barely even see my mind was revolting against what it was attempting to process. I had been scared before in my life and I had never been more scared than when I was trapped in that fourth room. But that was before room six. I just stood there staring at whatever it was that spoke to me. There was no accent. I was trapped in here with it. And then it spoke again.

I had passed out. But the room wouldn't let me. I just wanted it to end. I was on my side, my eyes wide open in the form staring down at me. scurrying across the floor in front of me was one of the battery powered rats from the second room. The house was toying with me. But for some reason, seeing that rep pulled my mind back from whatever depths it was headed, and I looked around the room I was getting out of here. I was determined to get out of that house and live and never think

about this place again. I knew this room was hell and I wasn't ready to take up residency. At first it was just my eyes that moved. I searched the walls for any kind of opening. The room wasn't that big. So it didn't take long to soak in the entire layout. The demons still taunted me was growing louder as the form stayed rooted where I stood. I placed my hand on the floor, lifted myself up to all four and turn to scan the wall

behind me. Then I saw something I couldn't believe the form was now right at my back whispering into my mind how I shouldn't have come I felt it's breath on the back of my neck but I refuse to turn around. A large rectangle was scratched into the wood with a small dent chipped away in the center of it. Right in front of my eyes. I saw the large seven I had mindlessly etched into the wall. I knew what it was. Room seven was just beyond that wall,

or room five was moments ago. I don't know how I had done it. Maybe it was just my state of mind at the time. But I had created the door. I knew I had in my madness I had scratched into the wall what I needed the most and exit to the next room. Room seven was close. I knew the demon was right behind me but for some reason it couldn't touch me. I closed my eyes and place both hands on the large seven in front of me. I pushed I pushed as hard as I could. The demon was now screaming in my

ear. That told me I was never leaving. It told me that this was the end, but it was I wasn't going to die. I was going to live there in room six with it. I wasn't. I pushed and screamed at the top of my lungs. I knew I was going to push through the wall. Eventually I clenched my eyes shut and screamed and the demon was gone. I was left in silence. I turned around slowly and was greeted by the room as it was when I entered just a

chair and a lamp. I couldn't believe it, but I didn't have time to Well, it turned back to the seven and jumped back slightly. What I saw was a door. It wasn't the one I had scratched in but a regular door with a large seven on it. My whole body was shaking. It took me a while to turn the knob. I just stood there for a while staring at the door. I couldn't stay in room six. I couldn't. But if this was only room six, I couldn't imagine what seven had

in store. I must have stood there for an hour just staring at the seven. Finally with a deep breath, I twisted the knob and open the door to room seven. I stumbled through the door mentally exhausted and physically weak. The door behind me closed and I realized where I was. I was outside. Not outside like room five, but actually outside. My eyes stung I wanted to cry. I fell on my knees and tried but I couldn't, was finally out of that hell. I didn't even care about the prize

that was promised. I turned and saw that door I just went through was the entrance and walked to my car and drove home thing of how nice a shower sounded. As I pulled up to my house, I felt uneasy. The joy of leaving no end house had faded and dread was slowly building in my stomach. I shook it off as a residual from the house and made my way to the front door. I entered and immediately went up to my room. There on my bed was

my cat. Baskerville, who was the first living thing I'd seen all night and I reached a pet him. he hissed and swiped my hand. recoiled in shock as he never acted like that. I thought, whatever he's an old cat, jumped in the shower and got ready for what I was expecting to be asleep last night. After my shower, I went to the kitchen to make something to eat. I descended the stairs and turn in the family room. What I saw would be forever burned into my

mind. My parents were laying on the ground naked and covered in blood. They were mutilated to near and identifiable states. Their limbs were removed and placed next to their bodies. Their heads were placed on their chest facing me. The most unsettling part was their expressions. They were smiling because they were happy to see me. I'm vomited in solder in the family room. I don't know what happened. They didn't even live with me at the time. I was a mess. And I saw a door that was

never there before. A door with a large eight scrawled on it and blood standing in my family room but I was in room seven. The faces of my parents smiled wider as I realized this were my parents that couldn't be but they looked exactly like them. door marked eight was across the room behind the mutilated bodies in front of me. I knew I had to move on. But at that moment I gave up. Smiling Faces tore into my mind they grounded me where I stood. I vomited again and

nearly collapsed. Then the hum returned was louder than ever and it filled the house and shook the walls. The hum compelled me to walk began to walk slowly making my way closer to the door and the bodies could barely stand let alone walk. And the closer I got to my parents the closer I came to suicide. The walls were now shaking so hard it seemed as though they were going to crumble. Still, the faces smiled at me. As I inched closer their eyes

followed me. I was now between the two bodies few feet away from the door. The dismembered hands clawed their way across the carpet towards me all while the faces continued to stare. New tear washed over me and I walked faster, attended want to hear them speak, didn't want their voices to match those of my parents to begin to open their mouths in the hands were inches away from my feet. In a dash of desperation I lunged towards the door, throw it open and slammed it behind me.

Roommate I was done. After what I just experienced. I knew there was nothing this fucking house could throw at me that I couldn't live through. There was nothing short of the fires of hell that I wasn't ready for. Unfortunately, I underestimated the abilities of knowing house. Unfortunately, things got more disturbing more terrifying, more unspeakable and roommate. I still have trouble believing what I saw and roommate. Again.

The room was a carbon copy of rooms three In six, but sitting in the unusually 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 looked like me. It was David Williams. I walked closer. I had to get a better look, even though I was sure of it. He looked up at me and I noticed tears in his eyes. Please, please don't do it.

My eyes didn't leave that small number on his chest. I knew exactly what it was. The first few doors were plain and simple. But after a while they got a little more ambiguous. Seven was scratched in the wall by my own hands. It was marked in blood above the bodies of my parents. But nine this number was on a person, a living person. We're still it was on a person that looked exactly like me. David is going to hurt me ain't going to hurt me. He was me right down to

the voice. But that nine I paced around for a few minutes. While he sobbed in his chair. The room had no door and similar to room six, the door I came through was gone. For some reason I assumed that scratching would get me nowhere. This time. I studied the walls and floor around the chair sticking my head underneath and seeing if anything was below. Unfortunately there was below the chair was a knife. Attach was a tag that read to David

from management. The feeling in my stomach as I read that tag was something sinister. I wanted to throw up in the last thing I wanted to do was remove the knife from under that chair. The other David was still sobbing uncontrollably. My mind was spinning into an attic of unanswerable questions. Who put this here and how did they get my name? Not to mention the fact that as I knelt on the cold floor, I also sat in that chair sobbing and protested being hurt by myself. It was all too much

to process. The house in the management had been playing with me this whole time. My thoughts for some reason Turn to Peter and whether or not he got this far. If he did if he met a Peter Terry sobbing in this very chair, rocking back and forth. I shook the thoughts from my head. They didn't matter. I took the knife from under the chair and immediately the other David went quiet.

tighter. I don't know what I was planning on doing with it, but I had a feeling I was going to need it.

chest and ripped down. Blackness fell on the room and I was falling. The darkness around me was like nothing I'd experienced up to that point. Room four was dark. But it didn't come close to what was completely engulfing me. I wasn't even sure if I was falling after a while. I felt weightless, covered in the dark. Then a deep sadness came over me. I felt lost, depressed and suicidal. The sight of my

parents and in my mind. I knew it wasn't real, but I had seen it in the mind has trouble differentiating between what is real and what isn't. The sadness only deepened I was in room nine for what seemed like days. Final room and that's exactly what it was. The end. No in house had an end and I had reached it. At that moment I gave up. And who would be in that in between state forever, company but nothing but darkness. Not even the home was there to keep me

sane. I had lost all senses. I couldn't feel myself couldn't hear anything. sight was completely useless here. It searched for a taste in my mouth and found nothing. I felt disembodied and completely lost, and knew where I was. This was hell, whom nine was hell. That's when it happened. A light. One of those stereotypical lights at the end of the tunnel, felt ground come up from below me and I was standing. After a moment or two of gathering my thoughts and senses. I slowly walked

toward that light. As I approached the light it took form. It was a vertical slit down the side of an unmarked door, slowly walked through the door and found myself back where I started. The lobby of no end House, who was exactly how I left it still empty, still decorated with childish Halloween decorations. After everything that had happened that night, I was still wary of where I was. After a few moments of normalcy, I looked around the place trying to find anything

different. On the desk was a plain white envelope with my name handwritten on it. Immensely curious, yet still cautious. I mustered up the courage to open the envelope. Inside was a letter again, handwritten

loosey goosey. You'll be just like having a nice day just strolling down just taking a nice walk and you just hear oh, cuz he's like really sad. Oh, and you're like oh fuck, it's marmalade. Where is he just comes like, flapping down and he like kind of tumbles on the ground and he presents you the letter and it's like, what is it? Oh god. Oh god, I got AIDS. Marmalade No, he's just wow. And then he flies away and marmalade

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