The Antiquarium of Sinister Happenings - Lot 123 : I Found An Extremely Bizarre Internet Survey // My Roommate Has Been In The Shower For More Than Four Hours

Episode Date: May 1, 2026

Lot 123 : I Found An Extremely Bizarre Internet Survey // My Roommate Has Been In The Shower For More Than Four Hours   Consigned by Mr Outlaw   I Found An Extremely Bizarre Internet Survey Starring Trevor Shand Kirsty Campbell   https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/8kalgj/i_found_an_extremely_bizarre_internet_survey/   My Roommate Has Been In The Shower For More Than Four Hours Starring Daniel Amerman Mark Lapointe Shelby Novak Conan Freeman Trevor Shand   https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/1ce60h6/my_roommate_has_been_in_the_shower_for_more_than/   Theme music by The Newton Brothers   Additional music by CO.AG ([e-mail])   Clement Panchout   Vivek Abhishek   SUBSCRIBE to them on YOUTUBE: / vivekhsihba   LIKE them on FACEBOOK:  https://rb.gy/nhgn0i Follow them on Spotify/ iTunes/ Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/rxdcjqt Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

For an ad-free experience, visit the obsidiancovenant.com. Equals H. You've arrived at just the right time. We finished cataloging a pair of related items that have been assigned a single designation. Lot one, two, three. They weren't discovered together, but yet, the language surrounding both is consistent. We begin with a single. sheet of paper, edges slightly bent as it forced through a narrow opening. Only a single

line of handwritten text. Intrigued as to what it is, are you? This is, I found an extremely bizarre internet survey. 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 Dominic Hernandez, now and Zen, Charles Prater, Kelsey Stradenlund, and squishy tomatoes. We are ever appreciative of your devotion to the order. Go to

the obsidian covenant.com to receive the sacrament. Ha ha ha ha. Sounds harmless enough, right? Welcome to the antiquarium of sinister happenings and odd goings on. I found an extremely

bizarre internet survey. Nobody knows what rock bottom truly is until they've had it. Being abruptly fired from a job you've worked at for the past 10 years and then catching your girl cheating on you with your replacement. Yeah, it really makes a man think. Hell, my student loans aren't even paid off yet. What a shit show this life is?

After a rather boozy night that consisted of sending out about four dozen resumes and horrendously written cover letters, I passed out. When I woke up the next morning, I decided. to at least try and make some money at home while waiting for an interview. At that moment, I thought that the best way to go about it was completing those internet surveys that yielded $5 subway gift cards and other shit like that after about an hour of answering questions. I mean, I didn't have any other marketable skills that could have yielded immediate income, so why the fuck not?

It was either that or wasting the day away playing computer games. At least I wouldn't have to pay for food. I did these surveys for about five hours before nearly passing out. It was way more excruciating than I originally anticipated. At the end of those five hours, I had accumulated a whopping 45 bucks in cash and gift cards. $9 an hour. Not like I was making much more than that before. That was about to close my laptop up for the day and head to a bar in an attempt to drown out my melancholy.

When I first saw it, it shouldn't even have been noticeable. But for one reason or another, it was. Bottom corner of the website that I was on. Existed a tiny singular advertisement. Maybe it was the simplicity that caught me. Plain black letters and a tacky font that read, surveys for cash.

Overlapped a completely white background. At least they were direct with the message. Ah, whatever. One more couldn't hurt, I thought. Might as well scrape together a little more booze money before heading out. What do you say? Fuck it. All right, I sat back down, clicked on the picture link and prepared myself to grind through some more painstaking inquiries. Well, the first few questions were simple enough.

I guess they weren't really questions about more data collection. My name, age and occupation, former occupation. I thought it was kind of weird that they also asked for my height and weight, but it wasn't heard of. The first real question was a different story, though. I must have stared at it. Eyes wide and mouth agape for... God knows how long. What the actual hell?

In plain English, this is what popped up on my screen. How strong is your urge to currently look behind you? There were five options below, ranging from not at all to overwhelming. There was no feasible reason why I should have been afraid at that moment. But you know, I was.

I tightened my breathing, trying to make out any subtle noises behind me. There were not. After maybe about five minutes, I worked up the courage. There was nothing. I sighed in relief and scoffed at myself at the same time. Fuck, this must have been some kind of joke.

However, I decided to entertainer. It's answering neutral and clicking on to the next question. Why would you look behind you? Before simply typing in a, I don't know, in the response box and once again, clicking next. You're on a plane. Apart from you, there is only one other passenger who is sitting somewhere behind you. At some point, you get up to go to the washroom and find that the man is gone. You check to see if he is in the only bathroom on the plane, but he isn't.

What do you do? Again, I must have stupidly stared at it for nearly ten minutes. Was this some kind of obscure personality test? I mean, it must have been, right? I put the same answer that I used for the last question. I don't know. It was true, I didn't know. How was I supposed to answer this shit?

I clicked next again. Now I'm more intrigued than anything. You wake up in woods unfamiliar to you. It's nighttime, and the moonlight provides you with only slight visibility. About 30 feet away from you, there is a small, dimly illuminated cabin. The door is open, and a smiling woman is motioning for you to come in. Do you go? Explain why.

This question wasn't necessarily weirder than the last one, so my conjecture that this was some kind of odd personality test was still very, much feasible. I actually make an attempt to answer this one. Something along the lines of going into the cabin because there's simply nowhere else to go. Once again, I click next. Probably shouldn't have. The questions start getting fucked up. They weren't too gory or explicit, not anything like that. They were just stranger. Weirder. more psychologically disturbing. If you're wondering why the hell I kept going,

I can't really give you an explicit answer to that. I just felt like I had to. It was an esoteric, creeping sensation that I can't quite explain away, but I could never shake it. So I just went on. Some of the questions that stood out were... Suppose that you wake up one night

to find an elevator in your house. During every midnight after that, it opens up for five minutes, revealing an exact copy of yourself that gets progressively more injured as time goes on. Do you keep living like this? Or do you enter the elevator once and end it all? You're in a hotel room but are awoken by a rapid knocking at your window. You peek through the blinds, seeing what appears to be a man missing both his eyes. He puts his mouth to the glass and tells you to kill the woman in the bathroom immediately.

Do you listen to him? This was one of my least favorites. You are watching home videos with your mother. One of the tapes includes footage of her being murdered by a masked intruder. Your mother simply laughs at this footage without saying anything. In your opinion, is this a cause for consideration? son? In addition?

In addition to this insanity-inducing shit, there were some other disconcerning events happening in real life as well. I received a knock at the door about 30 minutes in. I looked through the peephole. right to find a guy standing there, frantically shaking his head and mouthing, no, while making direct eye contact with me. He looked terrified.

Obviously, I didn't open up. I received about ten phone calls from somebody named the auditor. On my caller ID. They left a message every time. Here's what it sounds like. Yeah. this thing, and I was on the verge of a mental breakdown. I was petrified of looking behind me, even though there was no indication that anything should

have been there. I heard some soft scratching coming from my vent at one point, so I moved my couch over it. Eventually, I reached what appeared to be the end of the survey. However, it wasn't a question, it was simply a statement. Don't let them in. They're not to be trusted. As slowly and silently as I could, I moved over and looked through the peephole once again.

It was a different person than the one I'd seen earlier. She was a woman looking to be in her mid-20s. She was wearing a thick blazer, despite it being like 90 Fahrenheit outside. She was also wearing sunglasses, so I could never really tell where she was actually looking. She eventually took a piece of paper out of her. her pocket and slipped it under the door. I looked down and read it. Leave your apartment immediately. It's been half an hour since, or take. I can't bring myself to look at the computer screen,

nor at the woman outside. She's still there. I can see the shadows of her feet from underneath my door. I heard my bed window opened a few minutes ago but I've since jammed the door shut with a chair I can hear so kind of distorted muttering coming from behind it now maybe rock bottom wasn't so bad what am I supposed to do here five dollars in gift cards is not an unreasonable price for knowing exactly how far you're willing to go ha ha ha ha ha let's pause here, shall we? The Antiquarium. If you wish to leave a message,

please do so with the tone and have a great... Hi, yes, I'm calling about an item I purchased last week. No, I don't have the receipt anymore because the object in question keeps bringing itself back to your store, which is

actually the problem. Every time I get at home, it disappears overnight and somehow ends up back on your shelf like nothing happened. I bought it three times now. Three times. I understand your policies. There's no refunds or exchanges,

but I feel like that clause didn't account for sentient merchandise. And I just want to say, very funny selling you this. Truly hilarious, great prank. Love the commitment to the bit. But I would love an explanation. Let's continue. Lot one, two, three did not end with a note. It rarely does.

If anything, that's where things tend to begin. This one is rather large, an architectural piece, formerly a bathroom door, recovered from an apartment after a rather disturbing ordeal. I wouldn't rush to install it, however, unless you don't ever plan on going into the room it seals. Lather up for, my roommate has been in the show, shower for more than four hours. My roommate has been in the shower for more than four hours.

So I got home at around 11 p.m. Late night at the office turned into an even later night at the bar. About four drinks deep at this point, and I'm tired, just about ready to fall asleep as I stumble through the doorway. I lay down on the couch and reach from my bag of joints and spark one up as I pull YouTube on my laptop. I'm in the middle of watching some luxury cruise tour, close to passing out. When I hear the front door open, I sit up and turn my head slightly,

just enough to see my roommate coming in. He hangs his jacket in the closet and doesn't say anything and walks slowly to his room, which is normal enough. I've been living with him for about three months, long enough for me to pick up on most of his tendencies. The guy really doesn't talk. less spoken to, which was far from a problem for me. He also generally kept things clean on his end, never causing much in the way of problems.

I couldn't really complain. So I go back to watching YouTube, and about five minutes later, I hear the shower in his room turning on. Once again, nothing strange. At this point, I'm watching bare-knuckle boxing highlights with my eyes half open, maybe one or two minutes away from passing out. I remember waking up in darkness, my head hurting,

my throat dry as hell. I sat up slowly, waiting for the groginess to settle into something manageable. Once it did, I grabbed my phone, check the time, around 3.30 a.m. from what I remember. I was starving, and so I got up, began walking towards the fridge.

and then I noticed it, a soft but ever-present noise in the background. It took me a few seconds to really recognize what it was. The shower. Suddenly, the events of last night began replaying in my head, drinking at the bar, Ubering home, laptop, couch, my roommate coming home, the shower turning on. I stood there for a while, trying to make sense of it. Maybe he went to bed,

and forgot to turn it off. I shook my head. There's no way that happened, I thought. Maybe he slipped and fell. Realizing the implications of this, I rushed towards his room, but found his bathroom door locked. I began pounding on it.

Hey man, you all right? No response. I considered kicking the door down, but decided to call 911 before I did that. I took my phone out, preparing the dial, when I noticed that I had an unread, text, one from my roommate. Hey man, I couldn't sleep, so I went over to my girlfriend's

place, not sure when I'll be back. Send, two hours ago. I look at the bathroom door, then back down on my phone. Everything about this was wrong. First of all, my roommate barely texts me, and certainly never to tell me that he's going out. Second of all, I know for a fact that he's single and has been for a while. and third of all

Who the fuck was in the shower then? I tried calling him No answer Send him some texts but no response I walked over to his desk And saw that his keys and wallet Were still beside his laptop My head's starting to spin at this point

And I get out of there Go back into the living room and turn on the lights I'm pacing around in a circle Trying to follow the plot While also trying to ignore the shower A noise that I never could have imagined imagine being so dreadful in any context. Sometime later, I hear something vibrating on the kitchen counter.

I move towards it and see that it's a phone, my roommate's phone. The panic begins setting in, and immediately I grab my keys and run out of the apartment. I make my way down the hall and take the stairs down to the lobby, but even that doesn't seem far enough away. And so I make my way over to the McDonald's across the street. I sit there for a while. considering calling the cops, but for some reason feeling too nervous to do so. But even though there's hardly anybody in there, the place begins to feel suffocating,

and I decide to leave, walking back out onto the empty streets. Almost immediately, I get this feeling that I'm being watched, and I feel my gaze drifting up and towards the apartment. Soon I'm looking at my balcony, and I see somebody standing there. A dark figure stood completely straight, stiff to the point where it nearly resembles a mannequin. But it isn't one. If I look closely, I can see it just slightly swaying. I froze in place.

My mind hardly able to understand or accept what it was seeing. It's not my roommate. It's too tall. In fact, it's too tall to be anybody I know. its head nearly scraping the bottom of the balcony above. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't make out any of its details. The darkness and distance may have been enough to explain that away, but there was something about it that drove me towards a different conclusion,

that this thing simply possessed no details that could have been observed, that the only element of its composition was that of unadulterated darkness. Of course, my gut instinct was to get the hell away from it, but the voice in my head was telling me that if I were to try and run, this thing would end up following me. I went back into McDonald's instead, locking myself in the bathroom as I finally dialed 911. I told the operator that somebody had broken in my place,

but that I'd gotten out of there without them noticing, but that they were still in there. It was the story that most accurately represented the situation without making me come across as bad shit. The operator told me that they'd be sending somebody over for me to hang tight. I left the bathroom, waiting at the table closest to the exit, until I could see the red and blue lights cutting through the darkness.

I went outside to meet the cops, looking up at the balcony to find it empty, though the door to the living room had been left open. They pelted me with a bunch of questions that I found difficult to answer. Is the intruder armed? Do I have an idea who it might be? What are their intentions? I told them I didn't know.

Then I couldn't figure it out, but they just kept on asking. Soon I was practically yelling at them to go up there and check it out for themselves, and I suppose the terror in my voice was enough for them to begin taking this seriously. They told me to wait by the entrance, and I watched on as they entered the building. I was out there for a long time, growing increasingly anxious, the thought of what they were going to tell me when they came down. A few minutes later, the silence was broken by a single muffled gunshot. My heart dropped into my stomach, and I continued to wait there, unsure of what to do otherwise.

Twenty more minutes of silence, and the officers still hadn't come down. Soon I could hear more of them approaching in the distance. Before I knew it, four more cop cars had pulled up around me, and the scene had fallen into chaos, officers shouting over each other and into their radios, more questions being hurled my way, none of which I was able to answer. The next few sequences were mostly a blur, but I remember the building being evacuated. The tenants frightened and confused as they were ushered outside, while the officers became more and more frantic.

I remember hearing more scattered gunshots, some screaming, other noises that were difficult to make sense of. There were a few lapses in my memory after that, but I recall being pushed in the back of a police car. After being driven to the station, I was led into one of the interrogation rooms where I found two nondescript men in suits waiting for me. They didn't introduce themselves and immediately went into a series of questions,

each one more bizarre than the last. What company was your roommate employed by? What was the nature of his job? How many different people have been inside your apartment since your roommate moved in? Have you ever heard voices in the house? apartment from the hours of midnight to 3 a.m., voices that did not belong to your roommate. Have you ever seen a circle of people standing outside of the apartment from the hours of midnight

to 3 a.m.? People that were exceptionally tall. And one of the most unsettling ones. Have you ever seen somebody standing at the foot of your bed upon waking up between the hours of midnight to 3 a.m? only for them to disappear moments later. If so, do you remember what they looked like. Any distinct features? As they continued probing me, my mind began conjuring up some of the strange shit that had happened after my roommate had moved in, shit that I had written off as figments of my imagination, simply because I had no other explanation for them. I did hear the voices, always coming from the room next to mine where my roommate slept. I was always so tired when I heard them,

but I do remember it either sounding like a young woman or a man with an extreme deep voice. I could never make out any words. It always sounded like gibberish. And then there was that one time where I went to the bathroom in the middle of the night. Still half asleep, I didn't bother turning the lights on as I entered. But as my eyes began adjusting to the dark, I could have sworn that somebody was already sitting on the toilet. Somebody extremely tall. Of course, when I turned on the lights, nothing was there. It was easy to chalk it up as a product of late-night drowsiness. at the time, and I'd never really thought about it since. After doing my best to give them useful information, the suits spent a good few minutes

taking notes on their phones. Once they were done, they sat up quickly, told me that they'd be in touch before leaving the room. A cop came in a few minutes later and told me that since I couldn't return to the apartment, they would set me up at a nearby hotel until they were able to get the situation under control and that I should stay put until they gave me a call. What happened? What did you guys find up there? I mean, I...

I really don't know. I nodded. Tried to smile, though I'm sure it didn't come across very well. It's the next day now, and I'm in the hotel. Of course, I couldn't sleep, couldn't really eat. The officer hasn't called me yet. When I try searching up information about the evacuation on the internet, all I can find are articles claiming that it was due to a fire.

A fucking fire update. I fell asleep, but I just woke up. It's 1 a.m. now, and I can hear the shower. Thank you for your patronage. Hope you enjoyed your new relic as much as I've enjoyed passing along its sordid history. It does come with our usual warning, however. Absolutely no refunds, no exchanges, and we won't be held liable for anything.

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