Full Of Mystery Story

Endless Park 5 House

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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 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.

After a few seconds of disbelief, my mind finally accepted the fact that the man sitting in the chair was me. Not someone who looks like me; that man is David Williams. I walked closer. I have to see more clearly even though I am sure it will be me. He looked at me and I saw tears in his eyes.

“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'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.

**THE END....

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