Creepy - The Holders 140 - 143

Episode Date: July 20, 2024

140. The Holder of Forsaken Reality***141. The Holder of the Wheel***142. The Holder of Balance***143. The Holder of the Seal***Stories can be found at: https://theholderseries.wordpress.com/***Sound design by: Samii Taylor***Music credits: Scary in the woods by The Darkness Prevails Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

No. 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. Creepy Presents. The Holders series.

Number 140. The holder of forsaken reality. In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask the receptionist if they were able to comprehend the reality. The receptionist should look at you. with a shocked expression and back away very quickly. They will press themselves against the wall opposite to the counter, shaking in fear. You will be unable to move as the wall cracks, splinters, and finally shatters.

The receptionist will fall through screaming. Once you feel you are ready, make your way to the opening. At the precipice, you will see that the space beyond the wall is a massive drop. At the bottom, we'll wait monstrosities, the likes of which plague your imagination when you sleep. The kinds that you do not even remember, because carrying them in your mind would reduce you to a gibbering wreck. The horrifying screams of these creatures will make you want to tear out your eardrums, to excise your very nerves. But you must fight to retain control of yourself. Your task is simple, yet nigh insurmountable.

for many. You must step off the edge. However, you must completely block from your senses these terrors that wait for you. Close your eyes, cover your ears, do whatever you have to to keep yourself from thinking about them. If you are successful, you will not fall, but your feet will strike solid ground. Now, still blocking the beasts from me. your mind, you must walk.

If you falter in your utter belief of the monster's non-existence for even a moment, you will plummet downward, and they will have their way with you. Once you have walked what could be miles, you will feel a piece of paper being pushed into your hand. It is at this point that you will be safe, at least more so than you were, so long as you do not look at the paper. You will find yourself in a dank room. You will be unable to make out any surroundings as the only light source is on the ceiling.

It will be a torch but inverted. The wooden part will be stuck into the ceiling with the flame burning at the end of it. That is, the flame will be burning down toward you, away from the torch itself. know now that this is not any sort of magic, nor is it illusion. It is actually scientifically possible for fire to burn downward. How this is possible has been lost to all, and it is one of the two secrets that only the holder knows. However, as you stand there, you will begin to realize how it is possible.

At this point, you must fight with all your strength against this revelation. You must once again block your mind from the realization of how fire can burn downward. This is forbidden knowledge, and if you were to learn it, you would become the next holder. But privately waiting for the next unfortunate soul to pass the secret down before your painful demise, you must fight these thoughts for an indeterminate amount of time until the torch goes out. At that point, you must call out into the darkness. Why are they denied? As you stand, you will be assaulted by visions of people who denied reality in order to escape it.

Every rejection of the truth, from simple ignorance to denial to extreme schizophrenia, will be laid open, laid painfully bare for you to see. It will be far, far worse than it sounds. For you will also realize what could have happened had they needed. not ignore the truth. Eventually, when you can no longer tell whether or not you are conscious, you will awaken on the floor of the mental institution. In your hand will be a piece of paper, which you may now look at.

Written on this piece of paper is the second of the holder's secrets. It is a number. This number is special, however, for a number of reasons. First, because it is a regular counting number that was never included in the actual number system used today. However, it is obvious that this number is an incredibly important part, as important as any counting number. And you will realize that its existence renders practically all mathematical algorithms used today useless. Second, this number can only be written on one surface at a time. If it is written on two, the surface that it was written on less recently will be destroyed in a seemingly random chain of events.

Third, thoughts of this number will never leave your mind. You will be endlessly thinking of this number, dismantling and reassembling modern mathematics in an effort to correct which you know is a gigantic mistake. If you are not able to keep your thoughts from this number, you will eventually descend. into madness, forever seeking the truth and never finding it. Whatever surface the number is written on is Object 140 of 538. Number 141. Holder of the Wheel

In any city and any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself. the holder of the wheel. The worker will promptly call for security, causing two large muscular men wearing white to appear instantly and drag you away. Do not resist them. The security men will drag you through many,

many hallways and rooms, each getting darker and unkempt as you progress. Anybody else who walks by will turn away and hide his face upon seeing you. Should any of them instead look you directly in the eye, immediately shouted him, My card has yet to be drawn. If the patient or staffer then walks up to you to touch you,

then it has been set in motion. Success was not in your future. It would be best to just close your eyes rather than witness the horror of the tearing of your limbs. If the person walks away, you are safe. The security men will drag you along until you have reached. reached a damp and dirty cell and a long abandoned section of the institution. The men will shove you inside and lock the door behind you.

It will be dark as pitch. The walls will be dripping with blood from the previous seekers that have tried and failed to recover this particular holder's object. You cannot see it in the dark, but you will be able to hear the incessant dripping. Walk forward. As you get closer, the center of the room. room will gradually brighten, though the walls will still be in shadow. In the center of the room is a gigantic wheel contraption, spanning nearly half the room,

with prayer cards inscribed in a forgotten language at the end of every spoke. An ancient-looking, dark-skinned man will be seated near the wheel in the center of the room, slowly turning the wheel with his hand. Ask him, For whom does the wheel turn? If the old man does not deem you worthy, he will simply stop turning the wheel and look at you. His thoughtful understanding gaze will slowly turn into that of hatred and loathing. His gaze will slowly tear apart your very existence, ripping apart every fiber of your insolent soul, thoroughly bathing the room in another fresh coat of crimson.

If, however, the old man does in fact deem you worthy, you will stop the wheel, and pull a card from it. After carefully folding it, close your eyes, and he will hand it to you. Keep your eyes closed until you feel something tap your right shoulder. You will still be holding the card, but you will be outside of the mental institution or halfway house that you entered earlier. Except now, no matter what time you entered, it will be dusk. You may now look at the card. The card will have an intricate image of a small child hanging by the neck by a noose in a courtyard.

On the back, the card will be blank except for a small symbol in the corner in the same forgotten language that is on the front. That card is object 141 of 538. Number 142. Holder of Balance In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself, the holder of balance. Upon this request, the worker will insist that you must be here to see the holder of love and begin leading you down a small corridor.

If you do not quickly interject before the worker has left the room, then you will forever lose the chance to come. Your task, following him can only lead to the holder of love. Should you speak in time, the worker will slam the door to which he was headed and remove a large umbrella from his left breast pocket. Steal it from him and open it horizontally before he has a chance to take it back. The inside of the umbrella is the doorway through which you must pass. The room to which you have come is dark and moist. all that is visible is that a king had protruding through the wall,

his left hand covering his eyes and his right holding a set of golden scales. As you approach him, you will notice two small men, one on each side of the scale, about an inch and a half tall. The man on the left is clothed in black, the other is in white. Walk into the light that illuminates the men and let them see you clearly. The man in black will threaten to end his life with a shiny black pistol he will pull from his pocket. Should he die and fall off the scales, the imbalance will cause the room to collapse. To keep the scales from tipping, you must convince the man in white to kill himself or the man in black to spare his own life.

If the balance is kept, say to the man holding the scales, I have kept the balance. He will open his mouth to respond, but only a feather will float from his mouth. The feather is object 142 of 538. Number 143. Holder of the seal. In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house you can get yourself to. ask the person behind the counter to speak to the one who calls himself the holder of the seal.

The clerk ought to begin to giggle gleefully and run out the front door, seemingly overjoyed. Wait for the doors to close and then quickly follow the employee. You'll find that the doors open into a lush Mediterranean forest, with a scent of salt on the air and the crash of waves just audible above the cries. of the local fauna. There's a chateau at the top of a towering sheer cliff overlooking the balmy seawater. Go to it. Be careful as you track through the forest or along the shore. Whichever way your journey takes you, this forest, though it may look at, is not of this world. The chateau should appear deserted, dilapidated, and in disrepair. If it does, enter. If it does, enter. If you

If it doesn't, then leave the area. Build yourself a hut and wait the days and months until it does. You want no part of what's going on inside. Once it looks aged and decrepit, enter. When you do enter the chateau, make your way toward the cliff, toward the sea. You're looking for a towering set of mahogany double doors engraved with arcane letters and symbols. These are of the language. Don't stare at them for too long, lest they consume you.

Enter. You'll find a library of sorts, looking out over the sea through an enormous panoramic window. There will be many, many bookshelves crammed with dusty books whose pages haven't felt the touch of a hand, human or otherwise, for untold millennia. Don't dwell too long on these. There are 2,000 of them, and if you stop to satisfy your curiosity, you'll join the other corpses in the room. You might even see one at your feet, the remains of a previous seeker who couldn't resist. There's no way to know for sure, though.

This holder likes to tidy up every now and then. They will be reading chairs too, larger and softer than you could have imagined possible, made of materials long gone from this world. These two may have corpses in them. Each one hunched over a book. There will be one bookshelf with only a few books on it. The rest scattered all over the floor in front of it, or held in the dead hands of the corpses in the chairs.

This is the one you care about. At some point during your time in this library, you'll run into the holder of the seal. An aged, decaying old man with reading glass, in a flowing robe that looks like it might once have been beautiful. He, like his brethren, will respond to only one question. Am I the one to stop them? Ask it, and he'll ask you to help him put the books away.

It would be awfully rude to decline. As you're about to put the last book in place, stop and ask the man again. Am I the one to stop them? He'll tell you, in maddening detail, what it will take to stop them. The sacrifice, tribute, suffering, torment, and vengeance that must be visited on mankind to keep them from coming together. Finally he'll answer your question. You hold in your hands the means to stop them.

If you've been paying attention while res shelving the books, you'll have noticed that by this time you have placed five hundred and thirty-seven on the shelf. place the 538th book on the shelf and the 538 objects' powers will be sealed their special properties lost, their evil banished and their holders and seekers freed. And there, as they say, is the rub because some holders are better off imprisoned by their objects.

And quite a few seekers won't be happy to find that precious objects they've gone through so much trouble to collect are now ordinary objects. In fact, they'll probably be rather angry, and they'll definitely be on their way to the chateau. Now you have to make a choice. You can leave right now, and you might make it back to the doors you enter this world through before the swarm of enraged holders and seekers arrive to punish the one who's upturned their world. If you leave, they'll find only the holder of the seal, tear him to pieces, and rip the books off their shelves, restoring the 538 to power and returning motion to the wheels that grind a cosmos ever closer to their reunion. You may escape with your life, but you won't obtain this object.

If you truly seek to stop them, however, then you must stay in the world. the library. Soon every horror ever known will arrive and throw itself against the walls, windows, roof, and foundation of the chateau. They won't get in right away, however. This is the holder's domain, and he has some power here. He won't be able to last for long, though, old as he is, so you'll have to act quickly. Somewhere on the bookshelf is the story of this object. its book. You must find it and read it. You warned, the titles, pages, and labels on the shelves are all in the language, and they're not in any order that makes sense to mortals. Furthermore, each book contains the full history of its object, the full history with every gruesome detail of every

seeker, holder, or other being that ever came into contact with it. As you read a book, You'll find yourself drawn into the story so much that the trials of each seeker will become yours. Their madness, their fear, their greed, and, more importantly, their injuries. Don't dwell too long on the wrong book. Find the right book and read it. If you survive, the old man will vanish, and you will become acutely aware of every board, nail, wall, nook, and cranny of the shell. meadow, every contour of every chair, shelf, and book in the library, and every word of every book. If this doesn't shatter your fragile sanity, then congratulations.

You are now the holder of the seal. They are sealed, but hell is coming to set them free. Keep the books shelved for as long as you wish to stay their hand. If, on the other hand, you wish to claim this object for yourself, and damn the rest of eternity by doing so, then simply take the book and leave. Just don't take the wrong one. No holder or seeker that is or ever was in existence will be pleased to have their every secret laid bare in your hands. And you'd be surprised just how many would go out of their way to remove them. hands and secrets, that is.

Again, though, everything is in the language, and you run the risk of getting lost in any book you open to check. If you manage to find the proper book before the holder weakens and the legions of the dam crash through the wide window to exact their punishment, then flee out the front door. If you found the right book, you'll find yourself outside the mental institution you started at, as if you just burst out the front doors.

As long as you possess that book, no object can harm you. As long as you possess that book, they cannot be stopped, for there will always be one book missing from the shelves. That book is object 143 of 538. For more information on this podcast, including how to submit your own story for consideration, please visit creepypod.com. You can also follow us at creepypod on social media and YouTube. All stories told on this podcast are

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