Tuesday, June 21, 2011

NoEnd House

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

We were friends in college and continued to be after I graduated. Notice that I said "I". He dropped out after two years of barely cutting it. After I moved out of the dorms and into a small apartment, I didn't see Peter as much. We would talk online every now and then (AIM was king in pre-Facebook years). There was a period where he wasn't online for about five weeks straight. I wasn't worried. He was a pretty notorious flake and drug addict, so I assumed he just stopped caring. Then one night I saw him log on. Before I could initiate a conversation, he sent me a message.

"David, man, we need to talk."

That was when he told me about the NoEnd House. It got that name because no one had ever reached the final exit. The rules were pretty simple and cliche: reach the final room of the building and you win $500. There were nine rooms in all. The house was located outside the city, roughly four miles from my house. Apparently Peter had tried and failed. He was a heroin and who-knows-what-the-fuck addict, so I figured the drugs got the best of him and he wigged out at a paper ghost or something. He told me it would be too much for anyone. That it was unnatural.

I didn't believe him. I told him 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 chill crawls up your spine? I walked toward the building and the feeling of uneasiness only intensified as I opened the front door.

My heart slowed and I let a relieved 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 1 this way. Eight more follow. Reach the end and you win!" I chuckled and made my way to the first door.

The first area was almost laughable. The decor resembled the Halloween aisle of a K-Mart, complete with sheet ghosts and animatronic zombies that gave a static growl when you passed 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 two. The room definitely upped the ante in terms of technology. Not only was there a fog machine, but a bat hung from the ceiling and flew in a circle. Scary. They seemed to have a Halloween soundtrack that one would find in a 99 cent store on loop somewhere in the room. I didn't see a stereo, but I guessed they must have used a PA system. I stepped over a few toy rats that wheeled around and walked with a puffed chest across to the next area.

I reached 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 the wood paneled floor. A single lamp in the corner did a poor job of lighting the area, and it cast a few shadows across the floor and walls. That was the problem. Shadows. Plural. With the exception of the chair's, there were others. I had barely walked in the door and I was already terrified. It was at that moment that 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 set automatically? Maybe. But I was too scared to really think. I turned back to the room and the shadows were gone. The chair's 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. My shadow wasn't there. I didn't have time to scream. 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 closed the door, all light seemed to be sucked out and put back into the previous room. I stood there, surrounded by darkness, and couldn't move. I'm not afraid of the dark and never have been, but I was absolutely terrified. All sight had left me. I held my hand in front of my face and if I didn't know what I was doing so I would never have been able to tell. Darkness doesn't describe it. I couldn't hear anything. It was dead silence. When you're in a sound-proof 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 the only thing I could fee. There was no door in sight. Wasn't even sure there was one this time. The silence was then 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 though. Regardless of how dark it was, I knew something was there. The hum grew louder, closer. It seemed to surround me, but I knew whatever was causing the 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 it.

Nothing. I saw nothing and I know I saw nothing there. The room was again plunged into darkness and the hum was now a wild screech. I screamed in protest; I 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 into room five.

Before I describe room five, you have to understand something. I am not a drug addict. I have had no history of drug abuse or any sort of psychosis short of the childhood hallucinations I mentioned earlier, and those were only when I was really tired or just waking up. I entered the NoEnd 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 of them all. 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 were going to get scarier, but this was a paradise compared to the last room. I also assumed whatever was in room four 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; chirping bugs and the occasional flap of birds seemed to be my only company 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. The canopy covered my view of the ceiling, but I assumed it was still there, however high it was. I couldn't see any walls, either. The only way I knew I was still inside was the floor matched the other rooms: the standard dark wood paneling.

I kept walking, hoping that the next tree I passed would reveal the door. After a few moments of walking, I felt a mosquito fly onto my arm. I shook it off and kept going. A second later, I felt about ten more land on my skin at different places. I felt them crawl up and down my arms and legs, and a few made their way across my face. I flailed wildly to get them all off, but they just kept crawling. I looked down and let out a muffled scream - more of a whimper, to be honest. I didn't see a single bug. Not one bug was on me, but I could feel them crawl. I heard them fly by my face and sting my skin, but I couldn't see a single one. I dropped to the ground and began to roll wildly. I was desperate. I 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 entrance was nowhere in sight and I still hadn't even 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 propped 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. The feeling of the bugs on me lessened as the hum grew louder. As I placed my hand on the doorknob, 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 four. I just stood there, my head pressed against the door marked six and my hand shakily grasping the knob. The hum was so 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 into place, the hum was gone. I opened my eyes in surprise and the door I 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 now know was insanity. I didn't scream. I didn't make a sound.

At first I scratched softly. The wall was tough, but I knew the door was there somewhere. I just knew it was. I scratched at where the doorknob was. I clawed at the wall frantically with both hands, my nails being filed down to the skin against the wood. I fell silently to my knees, the only sound in the room the 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?"

I 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 a 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 frightenin gthing I had 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. He was naked from head to toe, but his 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 shared 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 the fourth room, but that was before room six. I just stood there, staring at whatever it was that spoke to me. There was no exit. I was trapped here with it. And then it spoke again.

"David, you should have listened."

When it spoke, I heard the words of the little girl, but the other form spoke through my mind in a voice I won't attempt to describe. There was no other sound. The voice just kept repeating that sentence over and over in my mind and I agreed. I didn't know what to do. I was slipping into madness, yet couldn't take my eyes off what was in front of me. I dropped to the floor. I thought 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 and 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 rat pulled my mind back from whatever depths it was headed and I looked around the room. I was getting out of there. 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 a 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 up the entire layout. The demon still taunted me, the voice growing louder as the form stayed rooted where it stood. I plaed my hand on the floor and lifted myself up to all four, and I turned 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 dome. I felt its breath on the back of my neck, but I refused 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 where 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: an 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 placed 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. It told me I was never leaving. It told me that this was the end but 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. I 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 was 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 opened 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 to my knees and tried but I couldn't. I was finally out of that hell. I didn't even care about the prize that was promised. I turned and saw that the door I just went through was the entrance. I walked to my car and drove home, thinking of how nice a shower sounded.

As I pulled up to my house, I felt uneasy. The joy of leaving NoEnd House had faded and dread was slowly building in my stomach. I shook it off as 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. He was the first living thing I had seen all night and I reached to pet him. He hissed and swiped at my hand. I recoiled in shock, as he had never acted like that. I thought, "Whatever, he's an old cat." I jumped in the shower and got ready for what I was expecting to be a sleepless night.

After my shower, I went to the kitchen to make something to eat. I descended the stairs and turned into the family room; what I saw would be forever burned into my mind, however. My parents were lying on the ground, naked and covered in blood. They were mutilated to near-unidentifiable states. Their limbs were removed and placed next to their bodies, and their heads were placed on their chests facing me. The most unsettling part was their expressions. They were smiling, as though they were happy to see me. I vomited and sobbed there in the family room. I didn't know what had happened; they didn't even live with me at the time. I was a mess. Then I saw it: a door that was never there before. A door with a large eight scrawled on it in blood.

I was still in the house. I was standing in my family rom but I was in room seven. The faces of my parents smiled wider as I realized this. They weren't my parents; they couldn't be, but they looked exactly like them. The 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. The smiling faces tore into my mind; they grounded me where I stood. I vomited again and nearly collapsed. Then the hum returned. It was louder than ever and it filled the house and shook the walls. The hum compelled me to walk.

I began to walk slowly, making my way closer to the door and the bodies. I 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, but still the faces smiled at me. As I inched closer, their eyes followed me. I was now between the two bodies, a 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 terror washed over me and I walked faster. I didn't want to hear them speak. I didn't wan tht evoices to match those of my parents. They began to open their mouths and the hands were inches from my feet. In a dash of desperation, I lunged toward the door, threw it open, and slammed it behind me. Room eight.

I was done. After what I had just experienced, I knew there wasn't anything else 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 NoEnd House. Unfortunately, things got more disturbing, more terrifying, and more unspeakable in room eight.

I still have trouble believing what I saw in room eight. Again, the room was a carbon copy of rooms four and six, but sitting in 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 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. Please, don't hurt me."

"What?" I asked. "Who are you? I'm not going to hurt you."

"Yes you are..." He was sobbing now. "You're going to hurt me and I don't want you to." He sat in the chair with his legs up and began rocking back and forth. It was actually pretty pathetic looking, especially since he was me, identical in every way.

"Listen, who are you?" I was now only a few feet from my doppleganger. It was the weirdest experience yet, standing there talking to myself. I wasn't scared, but I would be soon. "Why are you-"

"You're going to hurt me you're going to hurt me if you want to leave you're going to hurt me."

"Why are you saying this? Just calm down, alright? Let's try and figure this-" And then I saw it. The David sitting down was wearing the same clothes as me, except for a small red patch on his shirt embroidered with the number nine.

"You're going to hurt me you're going to hurt me don't please you're going to hurt me..."

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 into the wall, but by my own hands. Eight was marked in blood above the bodies of my parents. But nine - this number was on a person, a living person. Worse still, it was on a person that looked exactly like me.

"David?" I had to ask.

"Yes... you're going to hurt me you're going to hurt me..." He continued to sob and rock. He answered to David. 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, similarly 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. Attached 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 and the last thing I wanted to do was remove that 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 wood floor I also sat in that chair, sobbing in protest of being hurt by myself. It was all too much to process. The house and the management had been playing with me this whole time. My thoughts for some reason turned 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 those thoughts out of my head; they didn't matter. I took the knife from under the chair and immidately the other David went quiet.

"David," He said in my voice, "What do you think you're going to do?"

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

"I'm going to get out of here."

David was still sitting in the chair, though he was very calm now. He looked up at me with a slight grin. I couldn't tell if he was going to laugh or strangle me. Slowly, he got up from the chair and stood, facing me. It was uncanny. His height and even the way he stood matched mine. I felt the rubber hilt of the knife in my hand and gripped it tighter. I don't know what I was planning on doing with it, but I had a feeling I was going to need it.

"Now," his voice was slightly deeper than my own. "I'm going to hurt you. I'm going to hurt you and I'm going to keep you here." I didn't respond. I just lunged and tackled him to the ground. I had mounted him and looked down, knife poised and ready. He looked up at me, terrified. It was like I was looking in a mirror. Then the hum returned, low and distant, though I still felt it deep in my body. David looked up at me as I looked down at myself. The hum was getting louder and I felt something inside me snap. With one motion, I slammed the knife into the patch on his chest and ripped down. Blackness fell on the room and I was falling.

The darkness around me was like nothing I had experienced up to that point. Room three 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 dark. Then a deep sadness came over me. I felt lost, depressed, and suicidal. The sight of my parents entered my mind. I knew it wasn't real, but I had seen it and 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. The final room. And that's exactly what it was: the end. NoEnd House had an end and I had reached it. At that moment, I gave up. I knew I would be in that in-between state forever, accompanied by nothing but darkness. Not even the hum was there to keep me sane.

I had lost all senses. I couldn't feel myself. I couldn't hear anything. Sight was completely useless here. I searched for a taste in my mouth and found nothing. I felt disembodied and completely lost. I knew where I was. This was hell. Room nine was hell. Then it happened. A light. One of those stereotypical lights at the end of the tunnel. I 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. I slowly walked through the door and found myself back where I started: the lobby of NoEnd House. It 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.

David Williams,

Congratulations! You have made it to the end of NoEnd House! Please accept this prize as a token of great achievement.

Yours forever,
Management.

With the letter was five $100 bills.

I couldn't stop laughing. I laughed for what seemed like hours. I laughed as I walked out to my car and laughed as I drove home. I laughed as I pulled into my driveway. I laughed as I opened my front door to my house and laughed as I saw the small ten etched into the wood.

104 comments:

  1. I saw the small ten etched into the wood.

    does this means theres going to be a part 2?
    it a great ending that his own home is the 10th doorth

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    1. As soon as i read last sentance i was al like fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

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    2. The house really has no end, and he's trapped forever...

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  2. I think its more that the house is exactly what it sounds like...the no end house- he's trapped there forever!

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  3. Clever.
    Very clever.
    AND FOOLISH! SPINNY BLADE WALL-no.
    That was clever. they THINK no-end house means no-one can GET to the end, it really means there truly is no end...
    No escape.
    45439030 THE KING COME DOWN
    (quoting creepypasta ftw)

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    1. I laughed so hard at the Wheatley reference.

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    2. I love you...

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  4. that was a great story! really enjoyed it and if there is a 2nd part, i look very forward to reading it :D

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  5. HOLY FUCKING SHIT (sorry for that)
    I imagined Every. Single. Detail that was described Here.
    It was Horrifying And yet, It's not Over.
    Delicious Pasta.

    By the way, I doubt there will be a Part 2.
    It's one of those stories with No end.

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  6. This make me happy it seems the quality of pastas is increasing and this make me happy

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  7. That was delicious.

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  8. Would read again, thank you.

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  9. Delicious pasta is DE-LIC-IOUS.

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  10. When I started it I thought it would be one of those creepypastas where it's long and you can't wait for it to end (that's what she said)
    But that was amazingly amusing.

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  11. I ADORED this one. More of this ilk, please!

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  12. Bricks were shat, let me tell you. This pasta, it is so delicious. I would eat, again.

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  13. wow.... just wow!!!!

    A very original story, well written, and actually scary.

    Take some internetz on me, sir!!!

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  14. Well if there is no end to the house WHO WAS PHONE, I am sorry it was applicable. Seriously though was the friend still trapped there and forced to call a friend. Great story though i give it a 10.

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  15. Loved this. Read it about 5 times since it was first posted

    @anon, probably. Maybe one of the doors calls for the corruption of someone close to you

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  16. that was one of the best creepypastas i've ever read, i think.

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  17. Well his friend was gone for 5 weeks, and David was only in the house for a few hours. This was the best pasta I have ever read. I would love to read more of the authors work.

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  18. I think the 10 on the wood on his front door is actually his house number, not a part of the NoEnd House. It's probably one of those rare jokes at the end of a really creepy pasta like this.

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    1. I think the point is you can never know. Even if it was house number ten, is he finally free, or is it really the next step.

      Some of the best pastas have ambiguous endings, and that is what makes them creepy.

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  19. To the Anon above me, I think it does mean the tenth room, his friend was gone for five weeks. And when he finally hears from him, he talks about the NoEndHouse. There is no end room, as soon as you walk into room 1 you've entered hell. And I have never heard of someone going to hell and coming back.

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    1. *coughs* dean winchester

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  20. This kinda scared me for 3 nights..... coz.... my house has 9 rooms >_<

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    1. You also posted at 11:11 AM

      Enjoy hell.

      Yours forever

      -Management

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  21. Good story, but there is a question that needs to be answered.

    How in the hell did his friend get out? Is there an exit door in room 500 or something that says, "you can get out, but you won't get your $500" or something?

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  22. ^he never came out of the house. He's stuck in the hell that house created for him forever

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  23. You know, I'm a very kind-hearted person, and actually feel sorry for fake people. So I would like this story better if he lived his normal life after he got out of the house. Because I hated the ending. Let him live his normal life again! I hate endings like this! Make an alternate ending! If you dont, -10000000000/10
    If you do, 10/10.

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  24. anon above gets a -10000000001/10

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  25. Did anyone else read the letter at the end in the voice of that annoying "CONGRATULATIONS" ad?

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  26. Whoever wrote this deserves an award.

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  27. In my opinion I believe he free from hell, im most stories there are 9 levels to hell each one worst than the last and are only reserved for the most evil of mortals. Thhe protaganist seems like a good enough guy and was allowed to leave the house. Or he probably snapped and is still in the house so close to leaving can't. So then how did his friend make it out you ask, well is that really his friend? Did he really make it out as well? Or did he make a deal with the house to release him so he can bring his friend? Maybe thats how the house works. If there were a sequel then it can answer all your questions and wrap it neatly in a box with a nice bow. But this story doesn't do that and thats why you like it, this pasta makes you want more, but will you get it? I'm a picky eater but I do want more.

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  28. One of the best pastas I've ever gotten to read and enjoy. 10/10 easily!

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  29. This was so entertaining to read. 10/10. Excellent pasta. I would actually read it again.

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  30. Made infinitely creepier for me by the fact that my name is David Williams.

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  31. oh my god oh my god oh my god
    i can feel my heartbeat went faster...
    *sitting in fetal state*

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  32. This is probably the best pasta I've ever read. This is like my 10th time reading it. 11/10. This guy gets bonus points.
    (*Kh2fan34*)

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  33. This was the first story that I have ever read on this site, and it is by far the best. Ever.

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  34. This is easily my second most favourite pasta (after BEN). I also imagined it for every detail, and I was s***ing bricks

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  35. Words cannot describe how awesome this pasta is.
    I think there there should be an award for the
    person who did this, like the other anon before me said.

    OVER 9000/10

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  36. Very clever, very cunning. I'd advise against any follow-ups, the rampant speculation aspect of the story is one of its strongest selling points.

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  37. To all those WHO WAS PHONE people out there.
    David went home in room 7.
    So I suppose Peter did too, assuming that the rooms are the same for everyone, that's how he got to talk to David.
    This however raises another series of questions doesn't it? I'll be glad to share my theories about them if you voice your questions.

    The story states that the house has 9 rooms in total.

    Either
    A)Davids house number is really 10
    OR
    we have to theorize that the game(the one with the $500 reward)is a part of another, much bigger gamethat we'll call the "Real" game. And the $500 game is built to lure people in.
    So,
    B) He got out of THAT house...but no-one said the "Real" game ends there..

    Would love to hear your theories.
    -S

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    1. Maybe since he won the game, got to the end, the NoEnd house continues in him. His house is room 10, but room 10 is wherever he is, and he experiences all the horrors of life.

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    2. The horrors of life = worse than the house! xD

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  38. This is only one of three parts ya nig

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  39. definitly should be a horror movie XD

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    1. Watching this wouldn't give NEARLY the same affect as reading it.

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  40. Safely stated, one of the best pastas I've ever read.

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  41. Holy f- I can't swear, but that was one of the most amazing things I've ever read. Holy tons of sh- balls. Amazing. It seems like he went stark raving mad at the end though with all that laughing. Very good. This is only my second time reading Creepypasta. 10/10 though. I salute you, Author of this story.

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  42. I believe the 9th room was him actually killing himself, and that the light and everything afterwards is that near-death experience, or the after-life. Great pasta, although it would have been better if more background information was given about David.

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  43. 10/10 - Amazing pasta done right.

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  44. Wow thats a effing scary house! Couldn't survive room 3.... Wonder what happens if we go to the etched 10 in the woods? 10/10

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  45. Read at creepypasta.com mooooonths ago but I still love it. One of my faves.
    I think he got out of the house and went mental. As for his friend, I think he made a deal with the ones who set up that damned place. Or something.

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    1. Or, maybe there was a way to actually fail, and he was warning his friend to not fall for the trap? Since he was telling David not to go?

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  46. This was wonderful! Probably the best creepypasta I've read so far! It really didn't scare me but it was chilling and I couldn't stop reading it. Completely addictive, ten-out-of-ten!

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  47. Read this ages ago when it was first posted. Stubled upon it again today. Read again. Still the creepiest. This gets my highest of recommendations.

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  48. Best pasta I've ever read. I wont be sleeping tonight haha. Loved it

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  49. Holy shit. /b/ is where I read this, and goddamn I am shivering in fear. My Name is David, and I live in apartment 10.

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  50. Room 3
    "this is the most scared i have ever been in my life"
    Room 4
    "this is the most scared i have ever been in my life"
    Room 5
    "this is the most scared i have ever been in my life"
    [...]
    Room 9
    "this is the most scared i have ever been in my life"

    the story is overly repetitious and monotonous. a lot of irrelevant detail...such as his friend who's a heroin addict and dropped out of college. the ending was predictable from room 7-8. while the individual rooms were creatively described, there is no logic whatsoever as to how he arrives at these rooms and such, or how they can exist in the slightest pratical sense...

    meh
    6/10

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    1. you're complaining about the lack of practicality or logic in how he gets to these rooms.

      on a creepypasta where the guys is presented with someone who is little girl and a monster at the same time. and invisible bugs. and has to kill a copy of himself. and ends up in a perfect replica of his house with his parents dismembered bodies moving towards him.

      do you realize how retarded you sound?

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    2. the kid wants to sound bright. you sound retarded, really. great pasta btw, read it all through

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  51. I know this is dumb, but room nine really really scares me. Think of how horrible that would be. Dreadfully horrible. I would honestly rather die than spend even a week in that room.

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    1. In a Tom Clancy book they break a spy using a method of a skin tight suit with water inside and out so you can't even feel your own fingers and it ends within a few hours of spilling every secret in their lives basically. Sensing nothing isn't the most original terror, but it would be the most terrifying thing I could imagine, at least with pain you know you still exist.

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  52. I thought this pasta was amazing. I've read it several times and it always gets better. I'm considering making this an independent film. Love it!!!!

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  53. That really was some Creepy Pasta
    But When I re-read it to my friends at a sleepover we unfortunately only had Pizza , smarties , cake ect, So although I love the story , I couldn't creep them out more by telling them the name of the website. My regards to the author.
    Chloe (With 2 dots on the E !!!)

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  54. I think it is hilarious when people bring up the "how could that logically exist" thing when commenting on...oh...things like HORROR FIC. Surealism is usually an element of these stories and I love it. I did wonder about the phone call but I figure his friend died in the house and the house was using him to lure DW.
    10/10

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  56. hahahahaha there was acid on the first door knob and that is why it continued to get more intense!!!

    no but really it was creepy!!

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  57. Holy fuckballs Christ this was amazing.

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  58. THAT WAS AMAZING! I almost want a continuation! One step into that house, and your in He'll forever! Your own personal Hell, just drive right in! And you'll even get $500! WE pay YOU to continue!

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  59. I enjoyed this pasta except it felt very 1408-esque, which isn't bad... just not quite as original. It was well written and a perfet length and gave me great images to imagine in my mind.
    The only two plot points that were weak in my opinion were:
    -his friend got out, yet the story makes it obvious that you can't leave unless you make t all the way through and eventhen it seems there is no end
    -in the room where his exact copy is sitting in the chair, I don't like how he switches from terrified to "I'll destroy you if you try to slice me withthat knife ahhhh-!!!" I feel like making him listenig to his own screams and maybe even feelig the cut from the knife on his own body would have been much scarier.

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  60. Did anyone stop to think maybe his friend set him up? It would explain the replica of his house don't you agree

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  61. i just heard from somebody that there is going to be a movie for this!?! is it true can somebody tell me

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  62. And a man called vincent killed the cheshyre cat.

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  63. i dont know if its just me but on the letter when it says "yours forever" could that be a hint that this is hell, and your not leaving it?

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    1. I was thinking the same thing, actually.

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  64. I can't really put my finger on it, but something about the ambiguity of the ending just makes the whole thing infinitely more creepy. No, wait, I CAN put my finger on it: because nothing is scarier! Hahaha! *Is brutally beaten by angry Internet commenters and cast away into the never-ending black abyss of despair that is the NoEnd House*

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    1. DARKNESS
      IMPRISONING ME
      ALL THAT I SEE
      ABSOLUTE HORROR
      I CANNOT LIVE
      I CANNOT DIE
      TRAPPED IN MYSELF
      BODY MY HOLDING CELL.

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    2. One by Metallica? Nice!

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  65. ROOM NINE
    HAS TAKEN MY SIGHT
    TAKEN MY SPEECH
    TAKEN MY HEARING
    TAKEN MY ARMS
    TAKEN MY LEGS
    TAKEN MY SOUL
    LEFT ME WITH LIFE IN HEEEEEELLLL!!

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  66. 10/10 would eat again.

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  67. Somebody mysteriousDecember 8, 2012 at 11:22 AM

    I've read this since when it first appeared June (I was waiting so bad for more pasta). I read this 12 times and still it is entertaining. Excellent pasta, kudos. 11*s/10*s

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  68. The world seems to be normal at the end, couldn't it be possible his friend got through 9 and then wouldn't even go back to his own house? Maybe he was truely warning David not to listen to anyone talking about NoEnd House?

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  70. I don't understand

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  71. Personally, I think, like many before have said, that the NoEnd House really doesn't end, and that his house is just the next room, hence the phrase "a living hell"

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  72. great story!!
    hope there's a part 2 or somthing!!!

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  73. Ooooh, that ending!

    This is the tastiest pasta I've had in a while. Plus, it's topped with alfredo sauce, my favorite! :D

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  74. I really wish there was some way to contact the writer of this story. I want to ask him/her some questions about what the house and lobby looked like.

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  75. I think he went insane and now every door he see is numbered

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  76. I thought for sure that David was going to stab himself in room 8 to unlock room 9, only to discover that room 9 was identical, he looks down and sees that his shirt is stained from blood when he stabbed himself, and the stain is in the shape of the number 9...

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  78. Superb simile to life is hell and death is heaven... did anyone else get that, or is it just my personal religious beliefs? Here are 9 rooms... all are bad, seemingly hellish, but then you reach the FINAL door- the last stage of hell, and find that it is your own life.. only when you die do you know pure peace and understanding.. why does the human body lose exactly 3.1 oz at the time of death? they say that is the weight of the human soul.. I believe there is something to that...

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  79. But if there's no end, how come his friend was eventually able to contact him? Sorry if I'm just missing something... Great story though!

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