CreepCast - No End House | Creep Cast

Episode Date: May 18, 2024

A man takes a dare to go through a haunted house. The winner gets a $500 prize, but he soon realizes he’s in for more than he thought. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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Welcome back to Creepcast. How you doing? We are here today to talk about no end house. Yes, finally. I've been like as soon as we, like three episodes in, I was asking myself when no end house would show up. No end house, like when I started reading creepypasta, like 12 or 13, it was my favorite by far. I don't remember, like I remember the whole story, like the main plot beats and stuff, and I remember thinking it was really cool. But as a 13 year

old, this blew 1999, this blew Barrasca, all that stuff out of the water, because like to a kid, this was the coolest thing. Now, is it going to hold up to that? I don't know. We'll find out. But I'm very excited to revisit it. Yeah. I mean, I think it's really, it's going to be very interesting because like you said, this is his favorite from back on his 13. So to put myself in the mindset of where young Wendy was at at a 13 years old is going to be pretty fun. I've seen people request this in the comments as well. There's been a lot of stuff. So I, this seems like one of the classics. So I'm ready to to dive in on it. I'm very, I'm very excited. Yeah, to put yourself in the mindset of young Wendy, just be really afraid of everything, make up fictional women, so you get bullied

by your classmates, you know, stuff like that for sure. I tried to stop you during your fentanyl overdose that you were having, but you just, you were, you were on your own. I was watching that edit back like, what is wrong with me? I can't try to be like, okay, moving on. You're just like, no, for real. Ghost women. I was attracted to ghost women who were tall, very tall. And I still am. I just wouldn't admit it on the record like that. But, oh, well, what's done is done. It's a slight modicum of payback for everything I've put you through on the show, I guess. It is.

It's nice. But I will say, I want to put this out there, too, from people who have the previous episode that say that, you know, I'm being unrational. I mean, I'm being irrational with the amount of, you know, if someone comes up and sees my license plate, I don't want to talk to strangers. I'm standing extremely by what I said. I'm glad literally everyone bullied you. I'm glad literally everyone disagreed with you. I won't be bullied into submission. I refuse.

Just because your antisocial doesn't mean everyone is. I'm not anti-social. I think people have this is what this is the thing I was going to say is I think people think that it's like some cute, you know, goth mommy coming up and being like, oh, you're from out of town. No one, especially in what broken bow Nebraska. It's going to be some snagletooth old man who's like, where are you coming in from? Crander.

Counterpoint. What if it's just a human who is speaking? From Broken Bo, Nebraska? Impossible. Okay. Impossible. Impossible. You know, if it was a nice conversation, I'm down to have a nice conversation,

but in my mind in the context, an old snagletooth man looking at me, licking his chops. I don't need it in my life. Okay. Well, have fun, dine alone in that case. I will. Oh, God. It'll be beautiful. It'll be so quiet.

Uh-huh. I will say this has nothing to do with that. But I did realize while thinking about my whole, my bear shenanigans and stuff, I felt like everyone was revealed to that last episode. I didn't realize until a few days ago that audio listeners also were not in on the joke. As much as you were. They had absolutely no idea. So there was an audience who did not know what I was going about, did not get the joke, stuff like that.

So that's... Finally, there was a sympathetic audience for me. Well, they can't comment on the YouTube video, so you'll never, you'll never know. I see these things. I see the little violins that play for me, and it's very sweet. So thank you, everyone that does that. Without further ado, this is No End House. It is written by Brian Russell, and it was first published in June 30th, 2011.

Windagoon said that this was made into a short film, that there's a short film version of this out there. and that it was also bought by the series Channel Zero, which I'm pretty sure is a Shudder series. Yes, yeah, yeah. So I got a, or I don't know if it was originally Shudder, but I think it's on Shudder now, if I remember right. I've just seen their Candle Cove episode of it. Yeah, yeah.

They did that. They did, they pretty much, you know, grab a bunch of different creepy posits and stuff like that, but it made its way onto that. And it also got made into its own, like, 15-minute short film, 2018, that I've heard things about. I haven't seen it myself. But yeah, pretty much, like, not only is no end house very foundational important to a lot of people that read it like me,

but even in more recent years, it's been adapted into a lot of stuff. So people remember it, and I can't think of, I'm interested to see how it holds up, because doing the math in my head, 13-year-old me was more about spectacle than stuff that, like, I really, you know, value now. So I'm curious to see how good it is. I don't suspect it will still be my favorite, but I'm interested, And especially because everyone I see talk about it online still has positive memories of it, too. So I don't know. I'm curious.

Do you know anything about the story? I have no idea. I'm so lost. I mean, even on the page here, there's stuff that says popular pages from other stories, right? One is Tomino's hell, no idea. Wow. Been drowned, no idea. No.

Normal corn for normal people. And then Squidward's Unalive. No. You don't know any of those? I have no idea. I've never read any of them. You don't know Tomino's Hell

or the Ben Drown. You don't know Ben drowned? I don't know. I'm sorry! I didn't know these things. I never brought up Ben Dround because I assumed it was just like a common core reading material

for anyone who makes horror content. Yeah, maybe we could do if these stories are super short, maybe we do a haunted video game episode where we just read a bunch of. That would be a pretty cool idea. like run through. We should. All right. You want to get into no end house? Yes. The last

thing to mention before we get started is for those audio listeners, I pranked and made fun of before. Continue to show your support because every time I look, we're like top 50 podcast in the world according to Spotify. So that's fucking odd. Whatever.

So thanks for that, I guess. That's going really cool. And it apparently pushes us to people who don't even have YouTube, and that's really weird. Imagine if you never heard of either of ever and then we just show up. Yeah. I don't know. All I know is that it actually legitimately does help. So if you guys have ever thought about, if you do listen to us on Spotify and you haven't rated us or Apple Podcasts or any of that, just give a little rating. You know, it does

help and it helps push us to do bigger and better things kind of thing. So we got a lot of really cool plans in the work. So if you keep making fun of Hunter and supporting us, well, go places. Hold on. Hold on now. You know, you know that that's what our access is contributed to. Anyway, no end house. So, no end house. Let's get into it. Let me start by saying that Peter Terry was addicted to heroin. God. Damn. What a, what an opening sentence. Whoa. Just out of the day. Third general window goes just like, just like me. This is good. If this is like super graphic, I, I, I, I,

I've set myself up for I'll think it is I don't think it is I feel like this is definitely give me one where I'm gonna be like why the hell you of course this is I what a 13 year old loves yeah I'm just hoping it doesn't go Jeff the killer as as goofy as that we'll see there was probably like a hot tall woman in there somewhere and 30 old your own view was like Peter Terry's heroin dealer was a seven foot tall woman named Helga you're like oh god thank God there she is she was known for her dark lipstick and fishnets and I just like 30 Geneal on me, he's like, yeah, brother. Fishnet. It's a typo-negative shirt. You're like, a tall glass of water. Thipo-negative shirt. All right. Let's go. 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. AIM was King in pre-Facebook years. There's 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 tearing.

Then, one night, I saw him log on. Before I could initiate a conversation, he sent me a message. David, Ben, we need to talk. That was when he told me about the no-end house. It got that name because no one had ever reached the final exit. the rules were pretty simple and cliche reached the final room of the building and you win 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 heron and

who knows well it's had i figured the drugs got the best of him and he wigged out at a paper ghost or something he told me it would be too much for anyone that it was unnatural the uh the thing about the $500 thing? Who's paying them? Who has the $500 you think? As far as our writer knows, it's whoever's hosting this like haunted house thing. Think of it as McCamey Manor,

but with less like domestic violence. Right. Okay. 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, $500 said it 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 toward 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 place of a worker. It read, room one this way eight more follow reach the end and you win i chuckled and made my way to the first door this that like you were talking last episode about how like these old stories don't have any fat on them you know like they just jump into it for real five paragraphs in and it's like room one right like out really i i yeah i mean it's seriously these old ones they do not be around the bush at all it's just like very quick setup and then just like get you into the actual like action of the story quickly yeah yeah and i guess you know for people just posting stuff online that

kind of makes sense you know i just think there has to be some kind of cultural significance to back then where it's just like people just wanted it to be short sweet and to the point versus now people want to like you know almost have that lovecraftian kind of dialect in there where it's like deeply explaining things or like you know like building up disanticipation with like a lot of flavorful text and stuff. I think people I think it started to sway where people wanted to gnaw on the bone a bit more. I think too, like

back then there were so many different stories floating around like, you know, these message boards and creepy pasta forms and stuff like that, that you needed to catch people quick, right? Because most people would read a few paragraphs and be like, I'm bored and then find something else. Yeah. So you had to grab it

quick. So, you know, it makes sense. Yeah. The first area was almost laughable. The decor resembled the Halloween aisle of a Kmart, complete with chic ghost and animatronic zombies that gave a static growl when you passed by. At the far end was an exit. It was the only door besides the one I entered through. I brushed through the fake spider webs, headed for the second room. So that's room one. That paragraph is room one. How do you feel about it? I mean, it's kind of interesting. I'm curious, you know, I definitely think that we're trying to be,

we're trying to be the skeptics along with the viewer at the moment shitty little decorations and stuff. This is obviously probably some kind of gimmick from a heroin addict that is room one of nine done now on to room two

I was greeted by fog as I opened the door to room two the room definitely up 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 99-cent store 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 for the doorknob in 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 terrified moments, and I shook it off and entered the next room. Room 3 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-paneled floor.

A single lamp in the corner did a poor job of lighting the area, casting a few shadows across the floor and walls. That was the problem. Shadows. Plural. With the exception of the chairs, 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. Someone locking the doors as I progressed? There's 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 chair's shadow remained, but the others were gone. I slowly began to walk. I used to hallucinate when I was a kid, so I wrote 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. So, room three. So room three is just

chair in the middle of the room. There's a light, but there's too many shadows in there. You know, as if there's furniture or people or whatnot. But he himself does not have a shadow for some reason. I liked also, too, one thing I thought was kind of cool was as soon as he was like leaving room two, he got like an immense

sense of dread. Almost like constant, like the energy is changing in the room or something like negative energies like affecting them you know what i mean it's like something in him knew that this was where it actually begins right yeah like an animal instinct or something yeah yeah and like the way it's described is like there's shadows of things that aren't there and the chair has a shadow but he himself doesn't it's all i mean you could imagine that like maybe it's showing shadows of things that are in like the same space but a different plane and the chair's kind of like a middle ground or something like that there's a bunch of like unique

ideas that can be brought forward with that but it's already playing with like supernatural you know paranormal stuff weird uncanniness thing yeah i feel like a lot of people wouldn't even notice that you know what like shadows being out of place or something i feel like to notice that i feel like you'd be like what like just kind of off put it yeah i feel like it would kind of sink in wouldn't that be awful to just like be anywhere and then just be like oh i don't have a shadow like yeah well it would be It kind of feels like you'd be like, how is that even possible? Yeah. Why do I not have?

It's just like one little thing to where you're just like, what the hell? It'd be hard to wrap your brain about around it really. Like it would, that uncanniness would really take hold. Mm-hmm. Absolutely. Okay. All right. Yeah, so far, I'm feeling like, all right.

You're burning through them. I mean, like nine rooms. We're on room four. We're on room four. Younger me was doing okay a little bit, you know? Yeah. Good taste. So far.

So far, we'll see. We'll see if that little punk We'll certainly see I'm kind of scared I'm like this is going to get really dumb or something but I don't I don't know it's as he had that feeling stepping into room three I'm like

this is going to be cringe I know it that embarrassed myself publicly 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 terrified. All sight had left me. I held my hand in front of my face, and if I didn't know what I was doing, I would never have been able to tell. Darkness doesn't describe it. I couldn't hear anything. It was dead silence. When you're in a soundproof room, you can still hear yourself 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 spun around wildly, but could barely even see my nose.

I knew it was there, though. Regardless of how dark it was, I knew something was there. The hum grew louder. It seemed to surround me, but I knew whatever was causing the noise was in front of me, inching 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. nothing there. The room was again plunged into darkness and the hum became a wild screech. I screamed in protest. I couldn't hear this damn sound for another minute. I ran backwards away from

the noise and fumbled for the door handle. I turned and fell into room five. Hmm. That's an interesting note. So it's like he can't hear anything, but then a hum begins. And then when he sees the room for a brief instance, it's empty. So it's either a creature that's just in darkness. or a creature that can't be perceived by sight or something right yeah i mean i like the i like the the pitch shift too low humming flash for a second and then into a wild screech putting yourself into that mindset i mean really being in a room with having that it is pretty it is um it's i mean it's it's unnerving i'm i'm just sitting there imagining it i mean like actually imagine like also the idea too that you can't hear anything like if your heart was beating that fast in a totally

Oh, fuck My bad Sorry, this is so lame for you No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Enter your expectations. The, um, imagine being in a place where you couldn't hear absolutely anything

And your heart was racing like that And you could only feel it And you couldn't even hear just like the Like in your like in your eardrums You know what I mean? Like just like the vibrations Uh, hitting your ear drums and having that like Little metronome going

Would be really unnerving and then just having that hum and then it gets twisted into a rapid screech it is pretty spooky you know I still wish that there would be some I need something to like kind of get it get it going though

I feel like we're we've started up the truck or whatever we haven't really like we haven't you know floored it yet you know I mean yeah yeah so far we're kind of playing with like non-Euclidean things right it's kind of the idea that oh well you can be in a room and there's shadows that aren't really there

or like that come from stuff that don't exist then the next room you can have sounds that aren't really there visuals you know stuff like that yeah weird sensory phenomenon kind of stuff it's kind of like laying out the pieces yeah yeah yeah before I describe room 5 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 hallucinations I mentioned earlier

and those were only when I was really tired or just waking up. I entered the no-end house with a clear head. After falling in from the previous room, my view of Room 5 was from my back, looking up at 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 this 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 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 assumed whatever was in room for stayed 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. Churping bugs and the occasional flap of birds seemed to be my only company.

That was the thing that bothered me the most. I heard the bugs and 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 canopy 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 darkwood paneling that's a really cool visual by the way like a forest with like a thick tree canopy

and the ground is like hardwood floor yeah kind of reminds me of uh that netflix movie the the the ritual when it's like he keeps having those hallucinations in the forest and there's actually like a uh like a convenience store in the middle of the forest it's just like a really weird uh it's a fun visual like tying in nature with man-made stuff like homes or whatever but it's like uh they're still structurally sound you know yeah it's kind of cool that's pretty neat i kept walking hoping that the next tree I had passed would reveal the door. After a few moments of walking, I felt a mosquito fly onto my arm. I shook it off and kept going. A second later, I felt about ten more land all over my skin. I felt them crawl 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 a single bug. Not one bug was on me, but I could feel them crawl. I heard them fly by my face and sting 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 ones 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 nowhere 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 the door. I grabbed the nearest tree and 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, grabbing each tree on the way for support. It was only a few feet away when I heard it. 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 doorknob, the bugs were completely gone, but I couldn't bring myself to turn the knob. I knew that if I let go, the bugs would return, 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 hand shakily grasping the

doorknob. The hum was so loud I couldn't even hear myself pretend to think. There's nothing I could do but move on. Room six was next and room six was hell. I don't know if you got this vibe from room five or whatever but does it almost

feel like these things that he came and see, right? It almost feels like the house itself is manifesting maybe partial parts of his fear or whatever like the way he says i hate bugs yeah and stuff didn't know it was almost reading like is it just like praying on your fears in some kind of weird way and like uh fucking with you in that kind of way i wouldn't be surprised at all if the house is like personalized you know yeah like it targets people specifically i also see kind of like a buildup happening here right like the first the or the first two rooms were like, you know, gags effectively. But room three shows that it can play with your vision,

room four shows it can play with your hearing, and room five shows it can play with your sense of touch, right? Yeah. So it's kind of establishing that it can affect, you know, different aspects of you, that it has manipulation over different parts of your perception of reality. that's what I'm wondering is when he first goes in right he comes in as a naysayer yeah so the first room is all so far like Kmart he describes it as Kmart Halloween supplies yeah and as he's walking through you know he's like oh yeah here we go again and I don't know if there was some kind of thing where he was like and he even says like oh you know the production was a bit better this time yeah oh spooky fake rats which I know he's being sarcastic still but then the next room it's like it's like it's just shadows and he's like what and then the shadows kind of translate into total darkness I'm just wondering if it if it is playing on like where he's at with his like kind of digging your own grave a bit like digging your own kind of mental hell it's almost like the house has nine chances to do something right so it spends it's almost in a weird way it's almost like a game of 20 questions right the house uses a few questions in the beginning to kind of like

okay is this what you're afraid of is this what works is this what we could do you know like it's a it's establishing what's going to get him right. The one thing I'm wondering, too, is do you think he still thinks that this is, like, a gimmick or fake? Or do you think that he's still like, okay, well, someone's controlling this for the $500 prize? What do you think? I mean, he was totally bought in. He was trying to reason with himself of like, how is the house big enough to have trees in it, you know? Well, yeah, he's like, oh, I think I'm at the center of the house, but still, like, that's pretty crazy.

So I think after the bug stuff, that probably sit in him over the edge, the whole, like, I look down and they're not there kind of thing, you know? Yeah, well, only one way to find out. Only one way to find out. 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 in 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. Are you all right? I jumped off the ground and spun in one motion. I leaned against the wall behind me, and I saw what it was that spoke to me. This day, I regret ever 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 the most frightening thing I had ever seen, and I know that nothing in my life will ever be as unnerving 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 hair. He was naked from head to toe, but his head was not human and his toes were hooves.

It wasn't the devil, but at that moment might as well have been. The form had the head of a ram and the snout of a wolf. Awesome. That's so cool. Oh, man. That's dope. That's really, really good. I completely forgot about that.

The head of a ram and the snout of a wolf is so sick. That's such a fun visual. Oh, man. That's like the one monster thing that genuinely gives me the creeps because it's, you know, demonic influence and stuff, like animal humans or whatever. And yeah, the hooves and the, oh, that. So the way he says, he says, he sees the girl. And then he says, while looking at her, I saw something else.

Where she stood, I saw what looked like a man's body. So it's almost like this cre-that's the creature's true form disguised as the young girl, right? Yeah, he's sensing some kind of fucking evil presence from her. Like, sure, it's a little girl, but he knows. Like, once again, it's an animalistic instinct kind of coming and being like, oh, this is not right. Yeah, something's wrong, something's wrong. Get out, get out, get out, you know. it almost kind of reminds me of the last time he was in this room right room three he saw a chair and himself but the shadows were mismatched it was like there were other things happening in dimensions in the same space that he couldn't see yet but now he's starting to see it some right like this creature that can appear as both things maybe it appears as the little girl in this dimension but on another plane it's such true form of like the devil creature right

Yeah. Well, as I was going to say is, I wonder how much of it, too, the house is letting him see. Yeah. Yeah. Pretty cool. You know what? You know what? Young Wendigoon so far? Good job, young me. He's doing kind of cool. He's kind of cool guy. Maybe you shouldn't have got shoved in a trash can so much, you know? You're so cool, young me. You're the best. Shut up. It was horrifying, and it was synonymous with the little girl in front of me.

They were the same form. I can't really describe it, but I saw them at the same time. They shared the same spot in that room, but it was like looking at two separate dimensions. I was so right. Oh, man, oh, I'm so right. I'm so smart. I'm so good at this. It's like there were two separate dimensions.

When I saw the girl, I saw the form. And when I saw the form, I saw the girl. Yeah, I'm so, look at me. Look at me and go. I'm so proud of myself. Let me have this, okay? I am. I'm done. Have it. Take it. Put in your pocket. I couldn't speak. I could barely even see.

My mind was revolting against what it 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. 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. Scurrying 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 there. 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 a residency. The rat going across the floor is a really cool detail. I like that.

I do too. Well, even the idea too, I like the just how just endless mental torture, very like of somebody repeating whatever and then like standing over you. I mean like also the room physically not letting you be able to like slip into a unconsciously. estate. They're making you endure all of this. Yeah. Yeah. Like you have to be stuck with it. And then it literally taunts you by sending a little like toy rat out, you know. Yeah. That's fun. This is fun. I'm happy. I'm having a great time. At first, it was just my eyes that moved. I searched the walls 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

taunted me, the voice growing louder as the form stayed rooted where it stood. I placed my hand on the floor, lifted myself up to all four, and turned to scan the wall behind me. Then I saw something I couldn't believe. The form was now right at my back, whispering into my mind about how I shouldn't have come. I felt its breath on the back of my neck, but I refused to turn around. A large rectangle was scratched into the wood with a small dent chipped away in the center of it right in front of my eyes I saw the large seven I had mindlessly etched into the wall I knew what it was room seven was just beyond that wall where room five was moments ago that's hard that's awesome that's so dope he went into a trance trying to claw his way through back to room five and in the trance he made doors

seven very like uh yeah very mouth of madness kind of vibes yeah I mean like going completely I love the um I just I love the idea of not having control of your own mind and then like snapping back to your your own reality and like him having etched out that seven is just crazy and then just knowing like and then also to know too that you have to go to back where you just came from and it's going to be different again man I'm like a weird labyrinth. I'm so happy. I'm so happy that this is cool. Not only for the sake of young me. I love how you're giving yourself props just for being like, I like this story a long time ago. Well, I am. I am giving myself props, to be clear. But also, just like, I remember thinking like,

oh, there were some really cool concepts in here. And yeah, I completely forgotten about a lot of these details. But this is pretty cool so far. I've liked it. Like the seven door being scratched open and the form and stuff like that. It's neat. Yeah. No, definitely. I'm having a great time Okay 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 7 was close I knew the demon was right behind me But for some

What It's right behind me Isn't it? Oh God Yeah yeah yeah Don't bring that film into this good story. I know.

If it gets worse after this, I did it. 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 never leaving. It told me that this was the end, but I wasn't going to die. I was going to live there in room six with it.

I wasn't. I pushed and screamed at the top of my lungs. I knew I was going to push through the wall eventually. I clenched my eyes shut and screamed and the demon was gone. I was left in silence. I turned around slowly and was greeted by the room as it was when I entered. Just a chair and the lamp. I couldn't believe it, but I didn't have time to waste.

I turned back to the seven jumped back slightly but I saw was a door wasn't the one I had scratched in but a regular door with a large seven on it do you think six is the way to get out is either like a faith-based

system or like a perseverance or something could be again it depends if the room is personalized or if this is just the standard layout for it right? Sure but I suppose in either room six could be a test of faith or it could just be some kind of structure with that goat thing in it right and there's different ways to get out right you could probably look at each of the rooms as a test of something right like a trust in your eyes trust in senses stuff like that and this this one is like a trust in faith so this one if the previous rooms were testing physical senses this one almost tests like a like a sense of sanity a little bit right mm-hmm it's interesting

My whole body was shaking. It took me a while to turn the 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 couldn't imagine was seven had in store. I must have stood there for an hour, just staring at the seven. Finally, with a deep breath, I twisted the knob and opened the door to room seven.

I stumbled through the door, mentally exhausted. physically weak the door behind me close and I realized where I was I was outside not outside like room five but actually outside my eyes stung I wanted to cry hold on Kayla I promise you I heard it was it was plain as day it was like it was like not not not like steps oh my gosh hold on I just I just saw it under the door I think it's my dog. It's not my dog. It's something with a wet nose. Benny, is that you? Yes.

What do I expect the dog? I was like, what the hell? I think he's going to talk about, yes? Don't worry, I was saying, it's just me. Shut up. Hold on. I'm going to open the door. Well, chat, this is where Wendigan dies. It was my dog headbutting the door. You want to sit here for creepcast for a minute? This is all your fault, stupid.

Okay I fell to my knees and 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 won't Okay

I'm gonna put you down now 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 knowing 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 was on my

bed, there on my bed was my cat, Baskerville. He was the first living thing I had seen all night, and I reached to pet him. He hissed and swiped at my hand. I recalled in shock, and see, had never acted like that. I thought... What... 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. had been mutilated to near unidentifiable states. Their limbs had been removed and placed next to their bodies. Their heads set on their chest, facing me. The most unsettling part were their expressions.

They were smiling, so they were happy to see me. A lot of creepypastas do this. There's like memes in the community about like photorealistic blood or like, you know, like something will be mentioned as really gory with. without going into explicit detail. But the idea of like, it's your parents' heads on their chest and they're smiling at you and there's blood everywhere. That's pretty, that's pretty intense, you know? No, I think it's, I think it's a fun visual.

I think it's creepy as shit. I mean, like that, I think that's a fun thing that's a fun thing that's a fun thing that's a fun. Yeah, I think it. It is fun. First, a fun little spooky story. The only thing is, like, I felt like just knew something coming just because it's like obviously, he's obviously still in the house. right right you know what i mean which is which is fine but yeah i was like i didn't know how they were going to sway it back in there but i like the little the mental torture of like now showing your

family like basically ecstatic to see you after they've already been bludgeoned and butchered to death yeah it's almost like if the previous rooms preyed on your senses which this one does too i mean you drive all the way home and you're still in the house right uh if the previous one played on your senses a lot it's like this one is almost preying on like your emotions right, your connection, stuff like that Right It's a Which again, to some degree

Then the house has to be personalized Because at least it shows his parents, right? Right So it has to know how to mess with Play off his memories at least a little bit I vomited and sob there in the family room I didn't know what had happened I didn't even live with me at the time

I was a mess Then I saw it A door that was never there before 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 marked 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. smiling faces tore into my mind they grounded me where i stood i vomited again nearly collapsed then the hum returned it was louder than ever and it filled the house and shook the walls the hum compelled me forwards interesting he's he's kind of he's kind of drawn by the hum now you know what i mean like as before he was running away from it and now it's like it's almost like he's uh it's intriguing enough to keep to get him out of these like new nightmares that are happening it's like because and when he goes into room six he hears the hum beyond the door right and then that's when he goes into the room with the girl and the goat thing i think that's the

yeah the room five it's like the home with the phantom bugs and then room six he goes in yep so it's almost like the the hum is like the house itself kind of telling you know pushing him certain directions telling him where to go stuff like that it's like it's like the true entity of whatever's doing all this i see no it makes sense yeah we'll see i began to move slowly making my way closer to the door and the bodies i could barely stand let alone walk and the closer i got to my parents the closer i came to unaliving yay everyone cheers in unison Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you. Are you saying that because I said, I'm alive.

Yeah, or like everyone's cheering for the censoring that YouTube forces on us. Yeah, yeah, it's very stupid. I hate, like, here it's okay because it's fictional story. It's like, you know, whatever, it's annoying. But I hate having to do that with like real world stuff, right? Well, yeah, because it's, it's such a crazy and power, like, such a powerful. Oh, my God. Do not, don't you start.

As soon as we start talking about what? You do not do this to me right now. He's got his ears pin back. Kayla? Oh, thank God. This is her. Yes, it's her. You want to show the audience your star pillow?

Oh, Hunter can't see. That's a very cute star pillow. It's adorable. Now that they're gone. Yeah, but yeah, we were talking about the whole, a living thing. It's such an insane role. Like I get they don't like it if people are saying it like, oh, I hope you go do that, right? Or if they use it as an insult or stuff. But the fact that when talking about real world scenarios or like tragedies or whatever, they're like, no, you can't

use that particular word for it. Like, I think it downplays the action. I think it down plays the event and stuff like that. And I think it takes the win. Like, I don't know, it makes, I wouldn't say a mockery out of it. But it's at the same time, it's like, put respect on something that is so yeah i guess real you know sometimes it can certainly make a mockery of people i think because like when you're talking about like sadly you know this person was dealing with mental issues and then they self-unalived it's like what you know well yeah it's dancing around i it just feels like regardless i mean i don't know we we we this probably isn't the best place to talk about these kind of issues or whatever yeah i just all i know is sorry we had to say

the if we don't say it for people who are wondering where it's just like god say it if we say the actual word and stuff literally the video will get struck down no it no end house hunter is the perfect place to talk about the severity of mental health and yeah anyway but what is cringe as youtubeers having opinion on things that is always the that is inevitably that that is the worst ever anytime you as a content creator or celebrity of any kind, feel the need to chime in about anything, that is the wrong feeling and you shouldn't do that.

It's good to think of it, but good God, I will always do it because as a beautiful influencer, I never know when to shut the hell up. Yeah, yeah. Anyway, the walls were now shaking so hard, it seemed as though they were going to crumble. 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 stare oh that's awesome that's dope new terror washed over 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 the hands were inches from my feet in a dash of desperation i lunged towards the door threw it open and slammed it behind me room eight that's fun that's cool the bodies the hands are crawling towards the carpet and they're trying to talk to you that's awesome i wanted more i imagine like the the smiles getting like you know uncanny wide you know like bigger and bigger and they're looking at them as the hands are going that's so cool that's fun this is so fun i have such a good

time it's doing great i was done after what i had just experienced i knew there wasn't anything else this 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 distorting. Distorbing. I'm all screwed up from my wife and the dog and everything. I have a horrible thing that we're going to see like on-camera aneurysm happen with Windegu.

here. I'm just having a stroke. You're just going to jolt in your chair and I'm going to be like, what again? Hello? Yeah. So when this, what did we open this podcast with? That is true. The mutual promise to profit off the death of the other, right? That's true. And I'm, I'm holding up my end of the bargain, so I'd expect you to do the same.

I better. If I die, I bet my ghost better watch my body be paraded through the streets like, like, um, marty groff floats thrown around in the air that's what i want to happen that's gonna it's gonna be the awkward funeral i'm ever gonna go to yep yep and it better be i want i want to have like hydraulics in the coffin so at the graveside i shoot up like a zombie what tell your wife this tell your wife this i'm not gonna be in charge of your funeral yes you are i put it in my will you're hunter okay then i'll say i'll politely decline i'll politely decline that's not now it works and then

there's a stipulation that if hunter politely declines bury me at an unmarked location under his house. I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to take an even bigger cadaver. I'm going to put you in a coffin. I'm going to put the bigger cabin on, or the bigger cadaver on top of you, and I'm going to recreate the pen pal ending.

And that's how I'm going to bury you. Oh. Oh, I hate you. Oh, why would you say that? You're a terrible person. I know. You know that ending freaks me out. I'm going to be that forever for you

forever for you forever that was rude that was mean say you're sorry I'm not gonna say fucking fuck you I'm not gonna say you're sorry

that was me hell no okay I'm changing my will that if Hunter does that to me I'm putting a bomb somewhere in his house you have you have admitted to some crazy shit

these past couple episodes I know You're putting a bomb good God That's more reasonable than what I was talking about last episode If you if you tie me to a random corpse And put me in the ground, yes I'm putting a bomb in your house Without hesitation

Well I'm gonna start learning bomb deactivation then immediately I didn't know yeah Well I'm gonna start learning What's going on in a roommate? Okay, yeah whatever all right I was I was thinking when he was given that whole thing about like the only thing that I was ready for anything except the flames of hell and I thought it was going to be like roommate was the flames of hell yeah I opened roommate door and there was

hell it was hot I said well played roommate well played roommate I tip my cap very gingerly fair play I still have trouble believing what I saw in roommate again the room was a carbon copy of rooms three and six, but sitting in 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 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 who are you I'm not gonna hurt you yes you are you're going to hurt me and I don't want you to do he sat in the chair with his legs up

and begin rocking back and forth it's actually pretty pathetic looking especially since he was me identical in every way I'm sorry something funny to you it's been pretty pathetic, actually. Good God. Look at you. Just like in a gamer chair?

Rocking back and forth. That was literally me watching last week's episode of me high, just trauma dumping. I'm like, look at you. Pathetic. Hung over a fent, just rocking back and forth, try not to flop. Listen, who are you? I was now only a few feet

from my doppelganger. It was the weirdest experience yet standing there talking to myself. I wasn't scared, but I would be soon. Why are you? 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 calm down, all right? Let's try to figure this. And then I saw it. David's sitting down was wearing the same clothes as me, except for a small red patch on his shirt, embroidered 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 the 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 scratched into 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 on a person that looked exactly like me. David? 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 similarly 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 walls and 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 that knife from under the chair. The other David was still sobbing uncontrollably. my mind was spinning 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 cold wood floor, I also sat in that chair, sobbing and protest 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 if he met a 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 what do you think you're going to do I lifted myself from the ground and clenched the knife in my hand I'm going to get out of here David was still sitting in the 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. His height and even the way he stood matched mine. I felt the rubber hilt of the 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. Now. 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 you here. I didn't respond. I just lunged and tackled him to the ground.

I mounted him and looked down, knife poised and ready. He looked up at me, terrified. It was like I was looking in a mirror. Then the hum returned, low and distant, though I still felt it deep in my body. David looked up at me as I looked down at myself. The hum was getting louder and I felt something inside me snap. With one motion I slammed the knife into the patch on his chest and ripped down. Blackness fell on the room and I was falling.

The darkness around me was like nothing I had experienced up to that point. Room 4 was dark, but it didn't come close to what was completely engulfing me. I wasn't even sure if I was falling after a while. I felt weightless, covered in dark. Then a deep sadness came over me. I felt lost, depressed, and it's idle. The side 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 isn'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 the hum was there to keep me sane. I'd lost all senses. 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 9 was hell. And it happened. A light. One of those stereotypical lights at the end of the tunnel. I felt ground come up from below me and I was standing. After a moment or two of gathering my thoughts and senses, I slowly walked toward that 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 that door and found myself back where I started, the lobby of no end house. It was exactly how I left it, still empty, still decorated with childish Halloween decorations. After everything that had happened that night, I was still wary

of where I was. After a few moments 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, and mustered up the courage to open the envelope. Inside was a letter, again handwritten. David Williams, congratulations. You have made it to the end of no end house. Please accept this prize as a token of a great achievement. Yours forever, management. With the letter were five $100 bills. I couldn't stop laughing. I laughed for what seemed like hours. I laughed as I walked out to my car and laughed as I drove home. I laughed as I pulled into my driveway. I laughed as I opened my front door to my house and as I saw the small tin etched into the

wood. Oh, that's fun. Yeah. Yeah, let's go. It's still great. Awesome. Awesome. I love it. I love it. Yay. It doesn't suck. Thank you. It was a nice, you know, it definitely, like, and that is the end of Part one. And I want to say this, too, because I get, we get, I wouldn't see complaints, but we do get a lot of people talking about this. There's obviously a lot of sequels to the stuff that we talk about or read, but sometimes it's just nice because a lot of the times, too, you guys have to understand that these are like, these additions happen years after the post and stuff. And I really think that, like, it's just nice reading these initial stories without any of the filtration of feedback or anything. This is like the purest, the purest form of the story that gets laid out. And obviously, sometimes we do, we, we, we, We probably will read sequels and stuff, but for this now, there are, there is no endhouse two and three, but I think just leaving it there is such a great ending.

Yeah. It's great. Small tin etched into the wood. It's such a fucking great last line for this deal. And this, this story is, is you can, it's aged. You know what I mean? Yeah, yeah, of course. It's definitely a novice writing this, but it's such a fun story.

Like the little things I kept noticing was like the amount of times that each paragraph ended with, but I couldn't be more wrong or this. Yeah, yeah. far more. That happened a lot. There was a lot of the Jeff the killerism of I had a feeling feeling, you know. Yeah, which is totally fine, especially when the

idea is this like kind of fun, which I didn't know if it was supposed to match the nine circles of hell. I didn't even think of that until you just said it. I looked it up here and I was trying to make some parallels here because the nine layers of hair is limbo, lust, gluttony, greed,

anger, heresy, violence, fraud, and treachery, And trying to, I was trying to tie those up with each room, trying to be like, okay, limbo being like the weird, I didn't know if it was supposed to be parallels, but you could, you could find parallels with each of these rooms, which limbo, limbo being Kmart, Walmart, where it's just kind of like, where am I? What is this place? Kind of thing, right? It's kind of like the in between between your world and like the crazy hell you're getting ready to experience. Rule two was the, uh, rule tool was the, uh, just better decoration. and lust and stuff so I didn't know if that was supposed to be him was there a mention of wind in the second room because in yes because in this deal it's a it's a circle of wind it's a circle storm right I remember the bat was going around that's true yeah and in the divine comedy the lust layer they're blown by great winds all the time yeah I was like looking it up and it said that it's like in a circular storm or whatever like a circular wind everyone sweeped up into it and they're thrown around and stuff like that gluttony was the shadows and then you don't have a shadow so something that's gluttony like serving yourself

I don't know if there's really any kind of thing there besides the multiple shadows but greed room four would be greed which is darkness the room that's the humming as well this is where it gets a little more harder it's like yeah five is anger

five is anger but I thought that would correlate with the bugs or something it could so in the anger people are in like a giant river that's kind of like a bubbling tar almost always waiting through it um so i don't know if that correlates maybe could a little bit you know i'm even just trying to think about like the people that go there or just even like trying to even think on like base level things like anger or that thing i'm just trying to like i don't know if it would be as particular but still um six is

the same as room three but uh but no doors that's one with a little girl that's heresy yeah the Heretics were pretty brutal. They were all in these, like, stone coffins on fire constantly. It was pretty intense. It's also our first, which, you know, heretic going against God and stuff. And that's the first time where we see the sheephead with the mouth, with the wolf mouth. Oh, that's a good point. Yeah.

Seven was where the family was murdered and the seventh layer of hell is violence. That lines up, you know, pretty obviously. So then one thing that I thought was interesting was fraud. is room 8 and it's himself and it's himself and it's him having to overcome himself or some kind of thing

and then room 9 is treachery which is just the lake of ice where yeah you know that's where the devil's at which pretty much is but I didn't know I didn't know if because he overcame himself and he was able to pass through it almost feels like the

the house itself is some kind of weird test but having the end be with 10 is who knows you know even the guy in light that leads him out I didn't know if it was supposed to be something like a lesion field's kind of like heavenly type stuff or if the story continues there, you know, or if it's trying to throw you off with potentially being the nine layers of hell. And now this is like a new like it's like you're not even actually done. You know what I mean? Yeah.

Which is such a great ending. Like I love the idea of like you get the arbitrary $500 because it's so funny. It's like, dude, $500. You go if you want to like have an existential panic attack and, you know, face the devil. It's like, sweet, a $500 chili's gift card. I suspect that his friend never made it through and that the management, so to speak, or the house, whatever you want to call it, was kind of acting through him to send that message. Because there's no way his friend made it through and was like, bro, you've got to see this, you know? Yeah. No, no, no. That was another thing, too. I was going to ask it for you, what your interpretation of who the management is. Is that entities? Do you think that's like something that is paranormal, like, paranormal in the sense of like, oh, management is something that is like,

some kind of counselor or something on the other side. I kind of see it as the way you see a lot of SCPs, right? It's like it's a thing that doesn't make sense to our knowledge of existence, but it also kind of just operates under its own rules, right? So maybe it's like, sure, you call it the entity within the house, the thing that runs it. Management could be one thing. There could be several things that do it, right?

I definitely don't think it human, but it is thinking, for sure. well it's just interesting and i was curious we have to think with this is when as soon as this ended my immediate reaction to it was i feel like this was probably heavily inspirational to left right game of the amount of like back and forth you go to where it almost becomes like a self-introspective piece towards the end as well and then even like this management thing feels similar to the deity at the end even though i know that in the left right game it's um our character from like millions of years in the future or whatever coming back

but still I was like there's like a lot of I just see a lot of bits and pieces of like going through and having all these like small vignettes and it is like you're kind of keep traversing like instead of going left and right it's these doors right and the other thing it's like taking left rights

or experiencing these new towns and stuff it just had the same kind of it was the same kind of flare you know what I mean I thought it was really fun and to have this thing be so old I mean 2011 in internet years is crazy so I'm curious to see if this did have some kind of influence on the left-right game kind of genre of like maybe adventure horror adventure or something i don't know it could be um it does kind of fit you know there's creepy pasta culture and then you have stuff about

these different i i really like horror stuff where it feels like you're in you're almost in different levels right so yeah i could see it what this really reminds me of i mean kind of the obvious one is house of leaves you know i have no idea never read it I haven't read any of these, so I have no idea. My only experience is through the stuff we've read. Wow. Yeah, all right. Well, I guess never mind.

I guess no conversation. Yeah, well, I guess we're done talking. No, House of Leaves isn't a creepy post. It's a novel that came out in the 90s or like 99, something like that. That was the original, you know, like liminal horror became a trend, but I would call it the original liminal whore. It's about a family who discovers an extra. door in their house. Well, what starts at all is that the house, for some reason, is a quarter

inch bigger on the inside than it is on the outside. And that begins to drive the dad insane. And he starts to figure out why. And it leads down this whole rabbit hole. Incredible book. One of the best horror books ever written, in my opinion. But it's like, it came out before it was common to be like, you have a structure that's bigger. on the inside than the outside and it has all these like looping geometry and stuff like that. But this reminds me of that a lot and that you open the, you open to room five and you're suddenly in the forest in the middle of a house, stuff like that. The humming's interesting. I almost feel like that in a way the house contains something, you know, that the humming represents,

or maybe it's the entity of the house itself. And for something in me wants to feel that it's different from management, right? Like, management is maybe the arbiters of everything that happens, and the humming is either, like, the house itself's energy or something else that's loose in the house, you know?

I would say it's still got to be something that's under their watch, though. Yeah, absolutely. It's our orchestrated on this. Management's over it, for sure. Sure, yeah. I don't know. That's interesting. I'd be curious to see how other people kind of, like, decipher that as well.

Because it is weird. That is, like, one loose in. I will say, dare I say, dare I say. That was probably, I think that last little blurb. I think that's one of the most solid endings we've read in terms of like how it's wrapped. I think I think it leaves you on a nice note. It's kind of like it's like to me it has that same feel as like Ted the caver. Yeah. Even in a nice spot where it's like it's not really over, but it's like it's just leave your, let your imaginary run wild with it. I think wording wise it even works better than Ted the caver because dead the car is kind of like, bye, now but that last line of like when i see the 10 that's on the door boom you know yeah it's just

nice it's just a very nice little like oh shit the game's still going and i think that like the thing too is you know sometimes it's not about experience in the game forever but it's just knowing like what the game is and then letting your mind run off without being fed everything you could imagine what room 10 would be are the things that come after or stuff like that you know because as far as the prize goes he did get through the house but the house wants to keep going so to speak right and i think I think your reference to Dante's Inferno makes a lot of sense, you know? I think just having it specifically be nine. It feels a bit too serendipitous to have it not be correlated in some way.

There's been other stuff that has ended well we've covered. Like I like the ending of Pin Pal, you know, stuff like that. But those, they all have a finality to it that I feel horror doesn't always need. And I like I just like the simplicity of there's a tent on the door. That's fun. it's just it's a it's another instant where it's the famous hitchcock thing where it's the camera pans down two men are eating at a table the camera pans down there's a bomb under the table it's another way of just building horror or building anticipation in a moment and like ending on the anticipation i think it's just really fun because we've already experienced nine other doors we don't need to you you don't have to have it spelled out to you what's in 10 you can let your imagination do that and just to know that like oh fuck it's not over it's just a fun little like and we're done kind of yeah ending to the story so no this was really this was a lot of fun you know i mean it's it's one of the quicker ones we've covered but i think like i think it's i think it's really sweet i think too

this makes me want to go back and read some of the other classics like you were talking about and if they are short like this or i i am assuming that some of these are even shorter we can definitely do like a big batch of them oh yeah there's some that are like a few pair like you know a dozen paragraphs maybe something like so yeah like barely like maybe two pages or something so yeah no i think it's great i mean i think this is really cool i'm very curious to hear what people have to say about this one um i think also as just an in sake for this one too i know we said ben drown normal corn for normal people and tomino's hell those were some of the ones we talked about but there is any other shorter ones to be sure to leave some comments down below

and we'll all try to make like a little uh grab bag going and just kind of pick randomly which ones i guess i took for granted i was like oh well i'm sure hunter knows the classics right but since you don't apparently there's a lot of stuff there's a lot of stuff there's a lot of stuff that I remember that I think would be interesting to work off of. I wonder that to me knows hell if I remember right, it's kind of more of an urban legend of like it's

it's like if you look at this image things start happening to you. I don't know if it works well as a narrative, but we can we can also do an episode where we just cover like urban legend stuff like that, right? Because there's a lot that aren't explicit stories. It's just like there is kind of lore around this one piece of media

or whatever, right? Yeah. I think because yeah, I think here before too long too, definitely going to be experiencing some other stuff that's outside of the creepypasta realm um kind of maybe go back to the twitter maybe go by to back to the twitter argy thing or keep kind of playing around because that was a lot of fun too and while you know it's hard especially with some of these episodes um we know that our audio listeners too we can't just do stuff that has tons of visuals because then it's just you know audio listeners are going to be totally blueballed the whole time but i do think on the channel we're going to try to do some more subsidiary content

that just we can dive into more video stuff or be able to talk about other stuff. while our main episodes here keep flowing through so yeah i think it'd be fun to do some stuff like keep creepcast to just like you know vocal stories stories and stuff and i'm not saying videos don't have a place on the youtube channel at least right i don't i mean dude i think definitely i think especially i don't think they have to be some long-winded you know that as long as these podcast episodes but i do think like it we have a lot of fun talking about horror stuff and so much of horror is visual, visual storytelling as well.

So we'd like to, at least me personally, I'd like to talk about some of this stuff and have that same kind of discussion, even if it doesn't, even if it doesn't go up on like audio platforms-based stuff. Yeah. Yeah, I think so.

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