Creepy - The Holder of the Star

Episode Date: December 19, 2017

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This is creepy. A podcast dedicated to sharing the most famous chilling and disturbing creepypastas and urban legends in the world. Whether these stories truly happened or are simply fabrications is for you to decide. These stories may contain graphic depictions of violence and explicit language. listener discretion is advised. The holder of the star. In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or hospital and ask at the main desk for one who refers to himself as the holder of the star. The worker will stare into your eyes with a smug look of contempt for several seconds.

If he does not see your hearts resolve in your eyes, he will laugh arrogantly. If he does, flee Or guards shall take hold of you And lock you in a cramped cell Where you will hear the man's laughter In waking and sleeping As long as you live If he sees the determination in your eyes

He shall stand and guide you down a hallway He will stop at a cellar door And will hand you the key Saying nothing And walking away With key in hand grab the handle and turn it slowly. It is not locked. Instead of a cell behind the door, there is a hall dimly lit. Enter the corridor, then close and lock the door behind you. As you walk down

this hallway, you will hear the laughter of children playing, mixed with the heartwarming chance of foreign monks. Quickly, the laughter will turn to screams and the chance to curses. As long as you hear these terrible noises you are safe But if your courage sways And the slightest fear overcomes you in this corridor The sounds shall stop And if this happens Shut your eyes and pray that what hideous creatures

That just awakened will take your life in its first bite If you survive this corridor You shall reach a small locked door The lights will dim around you until all you can see is the door. When all is dark, use the key you are given and unlock the door. Enter through the door into a small pitch-black cell. In the cell there is a hooded man in red robes. He holds a candle and keeps his eyes closed while chanting.

He sits in the middle of a pentacle drawn in glowing red blood. The stench of produces will cause you to gag, but dare not do any more than that. Before the man is a smoldering rock, do not stare at the stone directly for too long, where the burning from the rock shall envelop your mind and send your body into a fiery eternity. Instead, stare at the candle and listen to the old man. He responds to only one question. What must be done to complete their task? The man shall stop chanting and will tell you five names and five questions.

He shall inform you that you must learn on your own which matches with the other. He shall then dab his forefinger in the blood of the pentacle and will draw on the wall a formula. A key, plus a book, plus a quill, plus a word, scrawled in a way that is illegible, yields an open book with three ovals drawn around it. He shall chuckle warmly and return to his seating place. He will hand you the still-burning stone, and from behind his robe he shall pull out a still-beating heart.

With all your might crush the organ until it no longer quivers, Inside the meaty mush, you will find an antique fountain pen. When you look back up, you will find the old man dead, with a look of serene content upon his face. Pay this man the final honor of closing his eternally glassy eyes and leave the room. He was the holder, and his looks deceive. If you were to touch him again, you will be able to be able to be. become one of the cursing monks for eternity. The darkness will sweep over you, and when it lifts, you will find yourself outside the hospital. You will find the pen to never require refilling

of its red ink, though the ink never stinks of it. You will realize it is your blood that drains through the pen onto paper. Should you ever allow this object to be destroyed, a horrific, slow death will befall you. As long as you hold this item, you will hear the whispering chance in the back of your mind until you die, or do they're bitten. This pen is object 42 of 538. It wills you to write in the cursed tomb with your own blood. To do this as folly, it is your choice to continue their work or to destroy the chance of the objects coming back together ever again. For more information, including pictures and videos of the stories told on this podcast, or to suggest stories for future episodes, please visit us at CreepyPod on Twitter, Instagram,

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