*HORROR* STORIES*

1.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.

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.