Creepy - The Holders 181 - 184

Episode Date: September 28, 2024

181. The Holder of the Five Rings***182. The Holder of Shame***183. The Holder of Belief***184. The Holder of Brutality***Stories can be found at: https://theholderseries.wordpress.com/***Sound design by: Samii Taylor***Music credit: "After the Blast", "A Heart Turned Creepy", "Fur Elise- Beethoven", "Limitations" by Ghost Stories Incorporated 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 181. Holder of the Five Rings. In any city, in any country, quote any mental institution or halfway house you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit the one who calls himself, the holder of the Five Rings. If the worker tells you how,

much he loves that book, ask again immediately. If you are fortunate, the worker will assume a grim expression and lead you to a staircase. The staircase will run straight downward, deeper than any underground installation should be. As you and the worker go down the stairs, your guide will whistle a tune so enticing. You may be tempted to ask what tune it is. Do not ask what tune it is. Do not even turn to see the work. worker if he whistles the tune. If you do, pray for a swift and painless end to your life. Once you reach the bottom of the staircase, the worker will open the door to a blank, gray room with Chinese characters written in blood on the wall. Do not try to read the Chinese

characters, or you will be driven to a state of insanity so profound and horrifying that the experience has had in this insanity cannot be described. The worker will leave the room. Fifteen seconds later, if you have not read the Chinese characters on the walls, a person identical to you will appear and challenge you. Should you decline the challenge, your double will shake its head and disappear. You will hear a chorus of snarls and growls and moans growing louder and louder, and your body and soul will feel excruciating pain as you are eaten alive by the mad creatures around you. Accept the challenge, despite your fears.

If you lose, your double will eat your soul, and your soul will feel infinite pain. Most have a doppelganger too skilled to defeat. If you win, ask your double, who else desires them? Your double will tell you, in horrific detail, the ones who desire the objects. You must only look into its eyes. Do not look at what is in your doubles right hand, or it will seize the opportunity and kill you. When your doppelganger is done speaking, it will hand you several small hard items. Think it, then, without opening your hand, leave through the door from once you came.

You will be near the place you call home. At that point, you may look into your hand and see that you have five golden rings linked together. These rings are Object 181 of 538. Number 182, the holder of shame. In any city, in any country, go to the city hall or place of local government. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit the one who calls herself the holder of shame. The worker will stiffen and put on an obvious facade of confusion. Quietly apologize for the misunderstanding while discreetly handing the worker a cash bribe.

If the bribe is sufficient, you'll be directed through a door behind the desk. The door will lead to a hallway that is bright at the entrance, yet grows dimmer further down, such that the very end is completely dark. Walk slowly down the hallway. Should a figure emerge from the darkness stop immediately? If the figure disappears once you have stopped, then the sleep into which you will fall will be eternal. If the figure remains, however, then wait for it to coalesce into a clear image.

It will reveal itself to be a beautiful, youthful girl, perhaps in her early teenage years. The blood splattered across her clothes will make it apparent she is bullet-ridden, and tears will flow slowly from her eyes. When she smiles sadly at you, ask, What was their mistake? The girl will cast her eyes to the ground. For the briefest heartbeat of a moment, your vision will be lost. When it returns, the girl will be immediately in front of you.

Her body trembling as she appears to all back tears. Move to embrace her. If she turns away from you, then you deserve no sympathy for the fate you will soon suffer. If the girl preempts you by embracing you first, simply let her. Her blood will smear across your clothes. She will bring her face to yours, such that her tears will soak your own cheek. Hold her close to you and submit to the drowsy feeling that will overcome you. You will awaken in the place you call home.

There will no longer be any trace of the girl's blood on your clothes, but your cheek will still be damp with her tears. Her tears. Her object 182 of 500388. Number 183. The Holder of Belief. In any city, in any country, go to any opera house or concert hall you can get yourself to. When you find the head custodian, ask to visit one who calls herself, the holder of belief.

The custodian will sigh in resignation, then lead you into the main performance hall. The custodian will take you to the main stage, then leave. Wait until he is completely gone, then pull aside the curtain. If what you see is what one would expect to find behind a stage curtain, then you are not meant to complete this task, and the remainder of your life can be measured in minutes. Inside, you might see a wall of marble, solid white, except were scrawled in black. Approach the wall and you will see that said scrawls are indeed thousands of personal signatures.

At this point you might notice the young woman off to the right, adding to the scratch names. She will be carving in a reproduction of your own signature, perfect to the last detail. Watch the young woman in silence. When she is aware of your presence, she will turn around and look you in the eye. A white mist will obscure the bottom half of her face. But even what little you see is enough to determine that she possesses a certain mysterious beauty. A disembodied and somehow familiar male voice will ask you if you have seen the woman's beloved husband. Ignore the question and ask.

How great is their desire to reunite? If the woman's eyes narrow in response, then hopefully you have made peace with your enemies. Otherwise, the woman will produce a violin and proceed to play. The violin itself will not produce a sound, but you will hear, in your mind, the sound of crashing waves against the beach. Focus all of your will on the woman's eyes, however. For to listen to the crashing waves is to have them resolve. into a demonic chorus that will drive you to madness. As you focus on the woman's eyes,

you will feel within you what they feel. You will feel their demonic urge for reunification, and the strength of this feeling may very well tear your mind. If you recover from the haze of their feeling, you will find the marble wall almost completely blank, with only your own signature remaining. The woman will bow to you, and the disembodied voice will thank you for understanding.

standing, look down at your dominant hand, and find that the bow from the woman's violin is there. Playing with it will produce the purest music thought possible, but only to your ears. When you look up again, you'll be standing outside the concert hall. The violin bow is object 183 of 538. Number 184, the holder of brutality. In any city, in any country, go to any hospital you can get yourself to. When you reach the reception area, ask to visit a patient who calls herself, the holder, of brutality. Should the worker call out loud for the guards, quickly apologize and leave the hospital, never return there, and wait for a year to pass before trying again at a different hospital.

It is best not to speak of what will happen if you're ever caught in that hospital again. If you're in the right place, the worker should give you a sadistic grin and lead you towards the intensive care unit. As the worker passes patients, you will pause to check the name tags on their beds. Be wary of your surroundings and be careful to never touch any of the personnel holding medical tools. The patients of the people here run very thin. and they are quite irritable. You don't want to end up being one of the patients here, for you are sure to never return to the outside world.

When you reach bed number 538, you will see an old man lying there. You must lock eyes with him. The moment your gaze meets his, he will, uncharacteristic of his weakened and emaciated body, shout at the top of his lungs. After uttering these words, there will be explosions outside the hospital, as if you're being hammered by artillery.

This will go on non-stop, and soon the ICU will be hit, and many of the patients and workers will die. Close your eyes and do not move from the spot you're standing on no matter what you hear, feel, or smell. Open them, and you will be forever buffeted by artillery shells and all manners and types of projectile weapons used in war. you will feel every tear of muscle and every crack of bone as they pounded on your body like storm rain shredding it like a sheet of paper and when your body is but a pile of dust it will regrow and the cycle will begin again such will be your fate for all eternity if you give in to impatience you must keep your eyes closed until the bombardment stops you can only be sure that you are safe when all is silent except for the crying of a girl.

Should you hear anything other than this, better not open your eyes and accept your fate. Only when all the remains is the sound of the girl crying is it safe to open your eyes. Your environment will be bleak and desolate, the destruction total and complete. Body parts will be scattered all around you, still quivering with the anguish and torment of their death.

In fact, the only things left standing will be you. if you didn't move, and the bed number 538, where the old man was earlier. But in his place now should be the girl crying, no more than 20 and of unspeakable beauty. Do not linger on her splendor lest you go mad when she reveals the truth to you. Ask instead, Who is worse, us or them? After uttering these words, soldiers will appear and stake you to a wall that wasn't there before, one stake per limb and one through your chest. You won't die, though.

You are not to be granted the luxury of such a simple fate. The soldiers will then proceed to ridicule and torture the crying girl with every method known and unknown to man. The faces of the soldiers will soon change until all of them bear your face. They will beat her with the shoulder-stocks of their guns. They will put needles between her fingernails, eventually removing them. They will make her drink water until her abdomen is grotesquely descended. They will rape her. They will do things only governments due to the worst criminals.

And even then, only with the utmost secrecy. And you will feel every second of her pain. As she is being tormented, her face will begin to morph into every one. one you know, all of the people you have ever loved and hated, she will look into your eyes, pleading that you help her. But heed her not, else you will replace her in that bed, and your pain will know no end. After what seems like an eternity, the soldiers will end her suffering by cutting off her head. A soldier will then approach you and ask, So what do you think? Only answer. We are all victor.

After which the soldier will plunge his hand into your chest and it will feel as though he is pulling out your heart. Though you have managed to stay conscious through everything you've witnessed so far, this will push you over the edge into blackness. When you wake up, you will be lying in the place you call home. Next to you is an unlabeled tin can with a number of nails driven through it. If you choose to open the lid, you will find inside a pitch black. void and anything you put inside will be lost to you forever.

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