The Antiquarium of Sinister Happenings - Lot 052 : If You Pass By Oak Hill Apartments and Hear My Calls For Help, Do Not Answer!

Episode Date: July 29, 2024

A group of urban explorers get more than they bargained for…Written by Quincy LeeStarring Addison Peacock as FrankieRomy Evans as SequoiaKatie Harvey as JTDee Quintero as JadeTrevor Shand as Matthttps://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/16l5rtf/if_you_pass_by_oak_hill_apartments_and_hear_my/Featuring Stephen Knowles as The Antique DealerTheme music by The Newton BrothersAdditional music byCO.AG ([e-mail])Vivek AbhishekSUBSCRIBE us on YOUTUBE: https://bit.ly/3qumnPHFollow on Facebook : https://bit.ly/33RWRtPFollow on Instagram : https://bit.ly/2ImU2JV Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

S equals H. Uh-oh. Now here comes trouble. Ha ha ha ha. Great to see you, friend. And of course, I've got something special. Just come in. That I set aside specifically for you.

A simple black satchel decorated in enamel pins. It's filled with a terrifying secret called If you pass by Oak Hill Apartments, And hear my calls for help. Do not answer. Before we begin, I want to point out some of the customers whose names have been etched in brass on this beautiful plaque I had made above the front desk. These are some of the members of the inner circle of the antiquarium. We go by the Obsidian Covenant.

Recent initiates include Lee, Pascal Brass, Dave Turyan, Gwen Crew, Sean Cullen, Pockets of Nature, Adonis Pointer, Dahlia, and Tonight at Eleven, Doom. We are ever appreciative of your devotion to The Order. Go to the obsidian covenant.com to receive the sacrament. Now, where were we? Oh yes. Welcome to the antiquarium of sinister happenings and odd goings on. If you pass by O'Kill Apartments and hear my calls for help, do not answer.

This was a mistake. This was all such a bad mistake. Okay. Okay. I'm recording this on my phone. I'm going to upload this for... I don't want anyone else coming in after us and getting hurt. And I want people to know what happened.

There's five of us. My name's Frankie Sato. I came in with Sequoia Watson, Matthew Nguyen, Jade Paulson, and J.T. Brenner. Matt, Jade, and Sequoia are dead. I'm pretty sure J.T. is too, but I haven't seen them. It doesn't matter, though. None of us are making it out of here alive. Or dead.

Anyone who reads this message, if you get calls, texts from me, anything, do not try to rescue me. I will not ask for help. Don't answer any calls from J.T. either. I'm sorry to do that to them, but just don't. We went urban exploring. We live in... Shit, I don't want curious people coming. We're in the Weston neighborhood of a metro area.

It's this sloping neighborhood with mansions and some historic buildings, and at the crest, there's this huge old boarded apartment building called Oak Hill. Not just boarded up. It's fucking sealed tight. We didn't know why. I swear. We didn't know. Now we do. So this morning we got a message from Jade in our group chat.

She sent us pictures of an old boarded brick. building. Lady you there now or something. Last pick you just sent is dark. Are you inside? How the fuck you get in? Inside. What the fuck?

You serious? You there right now? Morning. Oh shit, what? I'm getting gear. Jade, you shouldn't be exploring alone. Shit, I'm getting my gear. Be there in 10. I always wanted to check it out.

Right? I'm coming to. Let's meet up front. Dark inside. Okay, we'll bring extra flashlights. We all showed up around the same time. Bright sunshine on the streets around us. Green trees, traffic sounds. The Weston neighborhood is in the heart of the city. Anytime we'd walk through on our way to the food co-op or downtown or the bar,

Jade would talk about Oak Hill and wonder why it's never been redeveloped. The building itself is brick, with the name, Hill carved into the stone arch over the boarded doors. Must have been nice apartments back in the day. Now every window is blocked with metal gratings over the boards, rusted and nailed into the brick so that curious teenagers and homeless folks can't get in. No holes or gaps in any of these boards to peek through. Sealed up tight until today.

Guys, I found a way in. Called J.T. All of us hurried over. J.T. crouched in the wall. well of an egress window, their hand resting on the rusty metal grate. Below the window well, a section of the grate had been peeled back.

The rusted nails popped out. The board beneath was broken off and missing. Dang, did Jade cut that opening? exclaimed Sequoia. Must have been. That wasn't here last week. Said Matt. Really stupid of her to go in alone, though. Matt was the boss of us when Jade wasn't around. I guess

Matt was always the boss of us. Jade could be pushy, but it wasn't a team player. Whereas Matt kind of looked out for everyone and tried to get consensus. Jade's kind of a badass, but also really reckless and often just goes off and does stuff on her own

despite claiming to be our fearless leader. After Matt and Jade, I guess the next in charge would be J.T. The thoughtful one. Sequoia and me, we were just along for the ride. J.T. dropped in first, flicking on their headlamp and flashlight.

One by one, we followed. The window led into a small apartment unit with white walls, a narrow closet, doors leading to the bathroom and living room beneath the cheap popcorn ceiling. The apartment was totally bare except for this huge and disgusting stain on the carpet. Reddish brown with spatters that bled out onto the linoleum. We fanned out into the kitchen, closet, bathroom. Sequoia from the bathroom squeezed a duck. I came over to take a look, but Matt barked at us. Come on, focus. We've got to find J.T. We're...

J.T. was opening the door to the hallway and stuck their head out. Flashlight flickering up and down the corridor as I came and peeked over their shoulder. Most abandoned places you have daylight shining in through windows or doorways. But here, with everything sealed tight, the only light came from the egress window we'd climbed through. The rest of the building was... black as a tomb. Creepy. Dangerous if your batteries run out.

My phone is running low. Maybe I shouldn't be recording this. There's no escape. Just going to finish this account since there's no way out. I thought I hurt J.P., but it was probably just that sitting here in this bathtub in the pitch dark. It's terrifying.

I can hear every beat of my heart. I'd almost rather run out there and end it I don't know how Jade was so fucking Balzy to come here alone Though I guess like us she just thought it was an abandoned building If she'd known If she'd had a chance I'm sure she'd have warned us

Jade was always brave She'd have sealed herself inside And let that thing take her before she'd ever let us explore As far as we did When she didn't answer our phone calls or our yells, we decided to search. What is this? A three-floor building? Four with the basement. That's a lot of rooms, said J-T. Sequoia dialed Jade's phone again while Matt called. Silence. Probably going to jump scare us or something. I nudged Sequoia.

She held up her fist, which I bumped. Matt sighed, giving us an exacerbation. Spirated look. Grow up. All right, let's split up. Wait, Sequoia. Buddy system. You and J.T. But I was already waltzing out the door with Sequoia.

Matt glanced to J.T. for help. He knew Sequoia and me would just goof off. But J.T. shrugged, not wanting to get involved. Fine. Relented Matt. Whatever. Frankie and Sequoia, you two take the second and third floor. J.T. and I are going to take the basement in first. Listen, call as soon as you find anything.

No fucking pranking. Okay. Frank I did a mock military salute Roger that Roger that Oh god Whatever guys

Matt sighed as we took off Rogering down the hall Yeah I know We were real fucking dumb Okay It just seemed like an empty ordinary apartment building Jade was gonna be fine

Everything was gonna be fine It was all supposed to be fine It was all supposed to be fine It was all supposed to be fine huh? Something tells me things are about to get anything but. Wonder if Oak Hill Apartments might have

a few more vacancies in the future. Which reminds me I forgot to pay the landlord this morning. Please excuse me for a quick moment and I'll be right back. The message Yeah, I worked in a night shift and my name is Richard and

since I've been listening to your show right now I'll be hearing noises. Thank you so much for your Patience, let's move you back into the old Oak Hill Apartments and your adventurous group of new roommates. Shall we? It was going to be fine. Everything was going to be fine. It was all supposed to be fine.

All the apartments had an identical layout, most with white walls, but a few with beige and one with god-awful lime green. Why, though? Sequoia asked, clicking her tongue in disapproval. We split up to explore faster. I ended up in a unit chock full of garbage bags, messy and reeking. Sequoia found one with ugly wallpaper and a battered baby doll. The next unit of mine had furniture still inside, including a bunch of chairs stacked on top of one another toward the ceiling.

Spooky. Called Sequoia from across the hall. Want lunch? Found some food in the refrigerator. Meanwhile, our phones kept buzzing. First floor, mail rim clear. Et cetera, et cetera. God, so serious.

Then Sequoia texted. Laughed from the apartment I was exploring and heard Sequoia's peeling laughter from down the hallway. Too bad Jade wasn't paying attention to our hilarity. She would have joined in. We were about halfway through the second floor when my phone buzzed again with another pick from Jade. Which floor were you in? Girl, are you waiting to try to jump scare us? I was crafting a text to reply to the group when something winked in my flashed.

light beam. I peered down the hall, frowning. Near the end of the corridor was a door marked trash room. Wedged into the door was a black satchel decorated with enamel pins. Drawing closer, I saw cats, rainbows, and one that red bad bitch. Jade's shoulder bag. I grabbed it and draped it over my shoulder. Jade? I yelled back down the hall for Sequoia, but she was exclaimed. about paintings and old balloons and some expired cookies in a cupboard. I sucked in a breath and shoved the door, throwing my shoulder against it because something was blocking it from the other side. Finally, I forced it open enough to squeeze through.

I tripped over legs. The flashlight skittered out of my hand when I fell, bouncing into the wall and coming to rest so that its beams shone back at me, blinding me, but also leading my gaze to glistening red. I looked back at the door to the weight that had been blocking it, and my heart shot into my throat. My airways closing and my lungs tightening, and every muscle snapping tot couldn't get in air,

couldn't get in enough oxygen to scream. Jade's vacant eyes stared back at me. Her head at an impossible angle, bent backwards to stare over her shoulders, Her legs and arms twisted in odd directions like a broken doll. Fuck! Fuck, shit, shit, fuck, shit. Scurried against the back wall, under the trash chute.

Bumbled my phone. Open up my text to type a frenzied message. Basement in first all clear. Jade, you on the third floor? Okay, coming up, let's meet the West Starwell. I froze amid typing. Eyes on the phone. because what the fuck?

What the fuck? Third floor. I glanced up at Jade's body. How? She didn't have her phone. Don't second floor trash. Don't go upstairs! I shriek for them as I ran out of the trash room and into the hallway.

At that point, I wasn't thinking about making noise. Wasn't thinking at all. I just screamed, Sequoia! And ran back the way we'd come toward the apartment she'd been looking at with the paintings. No trace of Sequoia. I ran all the way to the stairwell and dialed Matt After a few rings he picked up

What's up? Matt Don't go to the third floor Jade's dead She's dead In the second four trash room I found her body She's dead Her neck is broken

Something fucking killed her I was hysterical Matt on the other end kept saying things like And I heard him tell JT It's Frankie freaking the fuck out saying Jade is dead No Listen, Matt, you can't stay up there. You and JT, you have to leave now.

Okay, Frankie. Just chill. We're coming back for... The phone went dead. No more words. No screams or shouts or any sound at all. Just suddenly dead. Just silence. Matt.

Matt? I tried calling back, but it didn't connect. T. but got no answer there either. When I tried calling Sequoia, her ringtone, a cutesy, bubbly anime song, came drifting out from down the hallway. Not far, the room with the stacked chairs.

The phone rang for a while before going to voicemail, so I dialed again. That same bubbly song, still no response from Sequoia. I inched my way down the hall, still wearing Jade's shoulder bag clutched tight against me, my flashlight beam shake. I poked my head into the apartment with the chairs and swung around the beam. Its light fell across old papers, broken gratings, and a discarded furnace filter.

Stack of chairs in the center of the room climbed to the ceiling. There was a hole in the ceiling, above the chairs. And from it, a pair of legs dangling. The cutesy anime ringtone kept going, and now I saw a faint light emanating from the jeans. pocket. Tocoya, I whispered inching closer. That dripping, God, was that? Crimson trickled down the wood of the chairs.

The body came down suddenly, slipping through the hole and bringing down the cascade of chairs in a crash. I screamed, fleeing from the noise before I even knew I was running. But I'd seen what was left of her. Just the bottom half came tumbling down through that hole. Oh God, oh God, oh God. I ducked into a closet across the hall, sliding the door shut and turning off my flashlight, trembling. That noise.

Whatever had done that to her, whatever had gotten Jade and probably Matt and JT, must have heard that crash. Must be on its way. My phone buzzed. I quickly silenced it before checking the screen. Matt was calling. I picked up. I almost sobbed in relief. Matt, where are you guys? Are you okay?

Something about the way he spoke. An echo of my words chilled me. His vocal inflection matched mine, almost a mimicry. What happened to you and JT? And then something that turned my veins to ice. The soft rustle of movement in the hallway. A shuffling and a faint, wet, smell. Mack King's sound.

I didn't speak. I hung up. Message J.T. J.T. what happened? Are you okay? Matt just called me, but I don't think it's Matt. Where the fuck are you? Sequoia's dead. J.T. Are you alive? No response. I waited in the closet and clutched Jade's bag to my chest. I don't know why. It's just...

It was all I had of her. I waited for 15 minutes before finally pushing open the closet door. Fuck this. I had to get out. Crawled out from the closet and tiptoed to the door by flashlight. Then it occurred to me that if whatever got them saw my light, it would catch me too. Panic sent my heart into overdrive. I couldn't hear over the sound of my blood pounding.

But there was no choice. I switched off the flashlight. pitch darkness. The sound of my own breathing. I can't describe how loud it was. How each footstep creaked or thudded as I tried to tiptoe down the corridor between apartments, feeling my way by touch.

Listening. Listening for any sound and cursing my own hammering heart for being so incredibly fucking loud. I just had to get to the basement, to the egress window. I was almost to the end of the corridor when I yelped at the blaring of that anime jingle. Sequoia's phone.

I covered my mouth and didn't move for several seconds. Finally, the ringing stopped. Nothing but a faint, occasional drip. Drip. I guess the upper half of her body was still leaking blood through the hole in the ceiling. It seemed to take an eternity to reach the stairs, another eternity to creep down them, finally out into the basement, and peek into the pitch dark corridor. The tiniest trickle of light bled through the open door of an apartment. That feeble light coming from the broken egress window,

opening out to the bright day. All I had to do was go climb through that window and I could escape. I wanted to run so bad. Just make a break for it. God, I didn't. As I crept to the door, a soft rustling sent the hairs on my neck standing on end, and I peered into the apartment. It was Matt. He stood by the egress window. Stood there in the dark.

After a few seconds, he turned his head. Shuffled to the window and sniffed at the air. Shuffled back into the room. swaying slightly. His footsteps dragged. There was a puddle behind him as he moved. He said, and I nearly jumped

my heart leaping into my throat. Shit! And he's seen me? But then he cocked his head, smacking his lips like he was practicing my name. I shrank back, retreating to the apartment across the hall. Shortly after I got inside,

I heard footsteps out in the hallway. I don't know if they were JTs or... Or if it was Jade, maybe. Come to join Matt. The window is the only exit. I'm trapped here. Trapped with no way out. I've been recording this with the battery I have left.

There's nothing else for me to do here other than post this account. I can't call anybody. I don't want my friends or family trying to get in doing something stupid. Recently I heard sounds outside. I think it was police boarding up the hole. This complex, the way it was sealed before, someone in authority knew that it had to stay sealed.

The apartments are in good condition, and the city is low on housing. Pretty sure the reason the building isn't in use is because well, because of what else took up residence here. Checked. The light outside in the hall is gone. They've boarded the window. And I'm never getting out. God, I don't know what to do.

I don't know what to do. My battery's low. I'm just going to post this so the world knows. And once I do, I think I'm just going to go out there. get it over with. I don't want to sit here, terrified, and waiting to die

alone in the dark. Make one final break for him. Remember, if I message you for help after this is posted, or if I call out, don't come looking for me. Don't unseal the building. I will not ask for help.

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In the space between sleep and dream. During regular business hours, of course, or by appointment, only for you, our best customer. The Antiquarium of Sinister Happenings, Lot 0.52. If you pass by Oak Hill Apartments and hear my calls for help, do not answer. Written by Quincy Lee, starring Addison Peacock as Frankie. Romney Evans as Sequoia. Katie Harvey as J.T. De Quintero, as J.

Jade, Trevor Shand as Matt, featuring Stephen Knowles as the antique dealer. Engineering production and sound design by Trevor Shand. Theme music by the Newton Brothers. Additional music by Coag and Vivek Avichek. The Antiquarium of Sinister Happenings is created and curated by Trevor and Lauren Shand. Follow us on Instagram and Twitter at Antiquarium Pod. Call the Antiquarium at 646-481-7197.