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2.The Endless House

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 closed my eyes and screamed, and the demon left. I was silenced in silence. I turned around slowly and was greeted by the room just as I had entered: just a chair and a lamp. I can't believe it, but I don't have time to feel better. I turned to seven and was a little surprised. What I saw was a door. Not the one I clawed just now, but an ordinary door with a huge seven on it. My whole body is shaking. It took a while to turn the knob. I just stood there for a moment, staring at the door. I can't stay in room six. I can't. But if this is only room six, I cannot imagine there are seven rooms. I had to stand there for an hour, just staring at seven. Finally, with a deep breath, I turned the knob and opened the door to room seven.

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.

“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.