Speaker 1: Welcome listeners to Tales, a podcast that brings your short
stories to life through narrations, sound effects, and more. These
stories will be brought to you by different authors with
different writing styles, but with the same spooky vibes. So
lock your doors, check your closets, make certain there's nothing
lurking under your bed, and enjoy. 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.
Aime 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 Karen. Then
one night I saw him logne. 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 No End House. It got the name because no
one had ever reached the final exit. The rules was
pretty simple and cliche. Reached the final room of the building,
and you went five hundred dollars. 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 heroine and who knows what the fuck addict,
So I figured the drugs got the best of him
and he wiggd out of 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,
five hundred dollars 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 towards 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 a place
of a worker. It read room won this way eight
more follow reached to end and you win. I chuckled
and made my way to the first door. The first
area was almost laughable. That decor resembled the Halloween aisle
of a kmart, complete with sheet ghosts and animatronics zombies
that gave a static growl when you passed by. At
the far end was an exit. It was the only
door besides what I had entered. 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 ninety nine CeNSE doore or on loop
somewhere in the room. I didn't see a stereo, but
I guess they must have used a PA system. I
stepped over a few toy rats that wheeled around and
walked with a puff chest across to the next area.
I reached put a 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 terrifying 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 panel floor. A single
lamp in the corner did a poor job of light
in the area, cast in a few shadows across the
floor in the walls. That was the problem, shadows plural.
With the exception of the chair, 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 somebody 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
chairs shadow remained, but the others were gone. I slowly
began to walk. I used to hallucinate when I was
a kid, so I rode 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 lights seemed to be sucked out and put back
into the previous room. I stood there, surrounded by darkness,
not able to move. I'm not afraid of the dark,
and never have been, but I was absolutely terrible. All
sight had left me. I held my hand in front
of my face. As if I didn't know what I
was doing, I would never have been able to tell.
Darkness doesn't even describe it. I couldn't hear anything. It
was dead silence. When you're in a sound proof room,
you can still hear your 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 feel. There was no door in sight. I
wasn't even sure there was one this time. The silence
was then broken by a low hum. I felt something
behind me. I spent around wildly, but could barely even
see my nose. I knew it was there, regardless of
how dark it was. I knew something was there. The
hume grew louder, closer. It seemed to surround me, but
I knew whatever was causing a noise was in front
of me, inchine 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 became a wild screech. I sued in protests,
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 described this room, 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 hallucination I mentioned earlier, and those were only
when I was really tired or just waking up. I
entered a no end house with a clear head after
falling in from the previous room. My view of Room
five was from my back, looking up 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 the 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 assume whatever was in Room four stay 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 the most company.
That was a thing that bothered me the most. I
heard the bugs and the 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 there was almost
an entire forest in here. The cannopy 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
that the floor matched the other rooms with standard dark
wood panel. I kept walking, hoping that the next tree
I passed would reveal the door. After a few moments
of walking, I felt the mosquito flying onto my arm.
I shook it off and kept going. A second later,
I felt about ten more landing all over my skin.
I felt them crawling 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 crawling. I heard them flying by
my face and stinging 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
once 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 no way 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 a door. I grabbed the nearest tree,
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, grabbed each tree on the way
for my support. It was only a few feet 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 door knob, the
bugs were completely gone, but I couldn't bring myself to
turn the knob. I knew that if I let go,
the bugs were returned, 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
hands shakingly grasped a 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 and 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, excuse me, Sarah, Are you all right?
I jumped off the ground and spun in one motion.
I leaned against the wall behind me and saw what
it was that spoke to me. To this day, I
regret even 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 was a frightening thing I had ever seen, and
I know that nothing in my life will ever be
as unnerven 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 here. He was naked from head
to toe, but his head was not human, and its
toes were hooks. 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 this little
girl in front of me. They were the same form.
I can't really describe it, but I saw them as
the same thing. 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 eat even see. My mind was revolting
against what I 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. Oh, 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. Skirting across the
floor in front of me was one of the battery
powered rats from the second room the house was toying
with me. For some reason, Seeing that rat pulled my
mind back from whatever depths it was headed. I looked
around the room. I was getting out of here. I
was determined to escape the house and live and never
think about this place again. I knew this room was hell,
and I wasn't ready to take up residency. At first,
it was just my eyes that move. I searched the
wall 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 taunt me, the voice growing louder as
the form stayed rooted where it stood. I placed my
hand on the floor, lifted myself up all four and
turned to scan the wall behind me. Then I saw
something I couldn't believe. The floor was now right at
my back. I spread into my mind about how I
shouldn't have come. I felt this bred on the back
of my neck, but I refused to turn around. A
large rectangle was scratched into the woods, with a small
dent chipped away in the center of it. Right in
front of my eyes. I saw the large seven I
had minusly 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 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 and U six with it. I wasn't. I
pushed and screamed the top of my lunch. I knew
I was going to push through the wall. Eventually, I
clenched my eyes shut and screamed, and the demon was born.
I was left in silence. I turned around slowly and
I 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 waste. I
turned around back to seven and jump back slightly. What
I saw was a door. It wasn't the one I
had scratched in, but a rectangular door with a large
seven on it. My whole body was shaken. It took
me a while to turn a 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 could only imagine what seven had
in store I must. I stood there for an hour,
just staring at seven. Finally, with a deep breath, I
twisted the knob and turned 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 like
actually outside. My eyes stung. I wanted to cry. I
fell to my knees and I 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 noah
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 my bed was
my cat, Basketville. He was the first living thing I
had seen all night, and reached out 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 had
been mutilated to near unidentifiable states. Their limbs had been
removed and placed next to their bodies. And their heads
sat on their chests facing me. The most unsetilent 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 man. 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 room, 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 mark 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 forward. I began
to move slowly, making my way closer to the door
and the bodies I couldn't barely stand, let alone walk,
and the closer I got to my parents, the closer
I came to Sue side. The walls were now shaking
so hard to seeing as they were going to crumble.
But still the faces smiled at me. As I inch 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 steer. New terror washed open me
and I walked faster. I didn't want to hear them speak.
I didn't want the voices to match those of my parents.
They began to open their mouths and their hands were
inches from my feet, and a dad took decoration. I
lunged towards the door, threw it open, and slammed it
behind me. Room eight. I was done. After what I
had 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
no end house. Unfortunately, things got more disturbing, more terrifying,
and more unspeakable. In Room eight, I still have trouble
believe in what I saw in Room eight again. The
room was a carbon copy of rooms three and six,
but sitting in the usual 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 gonna hurt you. Yes, yes
you are, he was sobbing. Now you're going to hurt me,
and I don't want you to. He sat in a
chair with his legs up and began rocking back and forth.
He was actually pretty pathetic looking, since he was me
identical in every way. Listen, who are you? I was
now only a few feet from my doppelganger. It was
the weirdest experience yet stand in there talking to myself.
I wasn't scared, but I would be soon. Why are
you here? You're 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 just
calm down, all right, let's try and figure this. And
then I saw it. The David sitting down was wearing
the same clothing as me, except for a small red
patch on his shirt embroied 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
scratching too 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 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 suddenly, 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 wall and the 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 felt like throwing up. The last thing I wanted
to do was remove the knife from under the chair.
The other David was still sobbing uncontrollably. My mind was
splitting 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 coal 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, he had met 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 immediately the other David
went quiet. David, he said, in my voice, what do
you think you're going to do. I lift myself from
the ground and clenched the knife in my hand. I'm
going to get out of here. David was still sitting
in a 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. I felt the rubber hilt of a
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. No,
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 from the heat. I didn't respond. I
just lunged and tackle him to the ground. I mounted
him and looked down, knife posed and ready. He looked
up at me terrified. It was like I was looking
in a mirror. Then the hum returned low and distance,
though I still felt it deep in my body. David
looked up at me, and I looked down at myself.
The hum was getting louder, and I felt something inside
me snap. When one motion, I slammed the knife into
the patch on the chest and ripped down. Blackness fell
in the room and I was fallen. The darkness around
me was like nothing I had experienced up to that point.
Room four was dark, but it didn't come close to
what was completely engulfing me. I wasn't even sure if
I was fallen. After a while, I felt weightless, covered
in dark. Then a deep sadness came over me. I
felt lost, depressed, and suicidal. The son 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 wasn'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.
No end 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 a hum was there to keep
me sane. I had lost all sense. 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, came up from below
me and I was standing. After a moment or two
of gathering my thoughts and senses, I slowly walked towards
the 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 No End House.
It was exactly how I left it, still empty, still
decorating with childish Halloween decorations. After everything that had happened
that night, I was still wary of where I was.
After a moment 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 musted up the courage to open
the envelope and side with the letter, again handwritten, David Williams.
Congratulations you had made it to the end of No
End House. Please accept the surprise as a token of
great achievement, yours whatever management with the letter was five
one hundred bills. I couldn't stop laughing. I laughed for
what seemed like hours. I laughed as I walked out
to my car, and I laughed as I drove home.
I laughed as I in my driveway. I laughed as
I opened my front door to my house, and now
as I saw the small ten etched into the wood
No End House. Man. I know times are hard and all,
and to buy grocery nowadays you basically need to take
out a loan for man or man five hundred dollars
for what that guy went through. I don't know. Maybe
I would go, but then again maybe not. Anyway, what
am I thinking? These are just tales, a story that
someone told me about. I don't think the house actually exists,
but just in case, I kind of have to ask,
would you go to No End house? Yes? Yet you
to one listing right now? Would it be worth it? Anyway?
We was just lost in thought. Thanks for tuning in, though,
Tell a friend, leave a rating if you choose to,
and good bye for now