Full Of Mystery Story

Endless Park 4 House

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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

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.

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