My name is Chuck and the story I’m about to tell you is real. You couldn’t make this s**t up even if you tried. It all started normally. I was at home watching a little bit of television while eating my dinner. I’d just taken the first bite of juicy steak when I heard a knock at the door.
I got up to answer it and found my friend Richie standing there stoned out of his mind. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days. He hobbled in almost passing out on my floor, but I grabbed his shoulder and escorted him to my couch gently sitting him down.
“Jesus Richie! You look like s**t,” I said to him. He flipped me off, cleared his throat, and responded back, “Well I love you too buddy…” I sighed.
“Why are you here Richie? Why can’t you crash at your place?”
Richie spoke back, “Well buddy, I came here to tell you something, if you are interested in hearing it.”
I thought a moment before responding, “If you’re here the brag about your s*x life again, I already know Richie. You’re a stud.”
Richie looked down and said, “No dude. Not that. I already know I’m a stud, but that’s beside the point. The reason I’m here is, I need to tell you about a house that showed up out of nowhere, right in my neighborhood nonetheless.”
I listened to him and couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Richie was known to get pretty wasted or high and see s**t all the time. I was about to tell him to leave when he said, “I can prove it. Let me show you that this house is real, and if it’s not there like I say it is, then I’m f****d up out of my mind and I will stop doing drugs.”
I signed and said, “Alright Richie, you got yourself a deal. If it’s not there, you stop doing drugs. If it is, I will believe you from now on.” We shook on it making the deal final and I waited until Richie was sober enough to get up on his feet.
A few hours later, we got ready to go and went outside. I told him I would drive considering he was still pretty messed up, so he handed me the keys and we got into his car.
Richie drove an old Cadillac that had been passed down by his grandfather. It was a beat-up old clunker of a car, but it still ran. I guess you can’t judge a book by its cover I suppose.
We drove down the road and headed towards Richie’s neighborhood. I had an eerie feeling, something in the back of my mind was telling me not to go there. I didn’t listen to it though. I just shrugged it off and kept driving.
We drove a couple of miles before finally reaching his neighborhood. Rich lives in one of those neighborhoods that look like something out of an 80s movie. You know, many cul-de-sacs, grass cut uniformly, and lots of fences painted white. Don’t get me wrong, I would love to live in a place like that, but the neighbors are just too close. That’s why I live away from town.
We drove down his street and he told me to pull into his driveway. We could walk the rest of the way, and he didn’t want his car near the mystery house for some reason.
I pulled into his driveway as he’d asked and got out of the car. We started to walk the rest of the way until Richie stopped in his tracks. I couldn’t believe my eyes. There it was like Richie said.
It was a house that had no reason to be here in this particular neighborhood. It was wrong somehow, out of place. The house was older than those that surrounded it and it was built in a Colonial style. The windows appeared to be boarded up, the shingles on the roof were chipped away, and the grass was completely dead though it was summer at the time. I couldn’t believe it, Richie was telling the truth.
I looked up at the house in awe, “Well s**t Richie, I guess a deal is a deal. I owe you an apology. I guess you are telling the truth.”
Richie said rolling his eyes, “I told you I wasn’t too f****d up and imagining s**t. This house was not here yesterday. It just showed up. I don’t know how and I don’t know why, but it feels like something out of a damn Creepypasta”
I said, “Yeah man, I feel you on that. Kind of like a ‘No End House’ situation or some s**t.”
Richie responded, “Yeah, but this isn’t a Creepypasta Chuck. This s**t is real and the feeling that I’m getting right now, just by looking at this place, it feels like I’m about to piss myself.”
I rolled my eyes, “Well just hold it because I’m not standing next to a guy who pisses himself. Anyway, what do you think? Should we go in? Do you want to investigate?”
Richie shouted angrily, “F**k no I don’t want to investigate! If you want to, be my guest.”
I laughed, “What’s the matter Richie, too chickenshit? Afraid of a house?”
Richie growled, “Shut up.”
I smirked, “Whatever man, I guess I am going to check it out myself if you’re not going with me,”
I hesitated a little bit, but I had to show him that I wasn’t chickenshit like he was. I slowly approached the house even though red flags were going off in my head, telling me to run away. This was a bad idea, but like the feeling I had in the car, I just shrugged it off and proceeded anyway.
As I walked up to the house and stepped foot on the porch steps, I laid my hand on the wood railing. To my surprise, it was warm, but not like warm as in the sun had been shining on it all day, warm as in human type of warm. To top it all off, I swore that it was pulsating like it was alive.
I slowly reached for the doorknob, but immediately drew back. As soon as my fingers touched the knob, the door opened by itself. I thought, “Okay man, this is an old house. The door must have already been open or it was the wind. There’s nothing wrong about that. Just s**k it up, look inside.”
I stuck my head in first and was greeted by nothing but darkness and quiet. I turned around and saw Richie still standing there so I hollered out to him for a flashlight, “Hey Richard, do you think you can stop being a scared little girl for a few minutes and get me a flashlight?”
Richie hissed, “Yeah I can and f**k you too!”
Richie ran back to his car to grab a flashlight and brought it up to the house but refused to step foot onto the stairs,
“Well, are you going to give me the flashlight or not?” I asked grumpily.
Richie growled at me once more, “F**k that, I’m not going up there!”
Richie tossed the flashlight and started to walk away. I shook my head in disbelief at how childish he was being. It’s just the house right? There’s no reason to be afraid of an old empty house is there? I flipped him off, turned on the flashlight, and looked back inside. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. Sheets covered the furniture, dust and cobwebs reigned supreme all through the place. I took one step further and went into the house, that’s where the real story began.
I took a look around the living room. There was nothing too out of ordinary, maybe a few creepy pictures. You know, the ones that seem to follow you around the room. A bunch of rats ran across the floor, but everything just seemed normal for an old house. That is until I heard a noise coming from the dining room area. I decided to investigate it.
I stepped into the dining room area and that’s where things took a turn for the worse. I can’t really explain it, all I can tell you is, I saw the table set as though someone would soon be holding a dinner party. The plates, knives, spoons, and forks were placed carefully on a pristine tablecloth without a speck of dust on them though everything else was covered. I thought maybe someone was crashing here for the night or some homeless person was staying here having nowhere else to go. After all, the homeless shelters around here are crap. They only help a few people at a time anyway. Most people were turned away when they needed it most. Why would a homeless person set a table like this? Possibly there was more than one or they just have high standards. Who knows.
I started hearing the noise again though this time, it was coming from the kitchen. I followed the noise, but when I got there, I stopped in my tracks, immediately afraid. There was blood everywhere. It covered the walls almost as if someone had cut up a body and splattered the walls with blood. It looked kind of like a Jackson Pollock painting in a sick and twisted way. I turned around to go back to the dining room, but the door that I originally came through was gone.
I started the freak out. Hell, at this point I was scared shitless. “Oh f**k, oh f**k, oh f**k, oh s**t! What is this place? Doors don’t f*****g disappear! Okay Chuck, get it together man. No time to freak out here!” I said to myself.
I took a deep breath to calm myself down a little bit and that’s when I saw another door on the other side of the kitchen leading to a hallway. I made it to the door, passing through the blood splattered floors and walls and started to walk through the hallway. I saw many doors. Letting my curiosity get the best of me, I decided to open the first door that I came to. That was a mistake.
I turned the knob. When the door opened, I was dragged inside by an unseen force and the door slammed shut behind me. It managed to vanish like the door in the kitchen, but that was the least of my worries. I started to hear disembodied screaming that sounded like someone getting tortured followed by the sound of a gunshot. At this point, I was down on the ground bawling my eyes out, begging for the screaming the stop. It just kept getting louder, becoming unbearable.
Just when I thought it would last forever, a door finally appeared in front of me. I quickly grabbed the knob and ran out. I was back in the hallway where I started. I decided not to open any more doors unless I had to.
I just kept walking through the hallway for what felt like an eternity. I didn’t think I would ever get to the end.
Without warning, a door on my right opened by itself. I was hesitant to go through it because I was afraid of what might happen, but I sucked up my pride and went in anyway.
In the room, I saw something that will forever haunt me. If I thought the room with the screaming or the kitchen with the blood was bad, they weren’t anything compared to this room.
Lining the walls and ceiling where bodies of mutilated people men, women, and children. White and black you name it, they were covering the walls, bleeding onto the floor. They looked fresh as though they’d been killed recently and hung on the wall like sick and twisted trophies.
I tried to hold back the urge to vomit, but the sight was too horrible. I couldn’t hold it in much longer and let it go as I cursed on my head.
I puked up my words, “What sick b*****d would do this?”
I kept on cussing and puking until I finally calmed down. I looked up to see another door open and I started to walk through the blood and vomit towards it. As I was about to grab the doorknob, the hands of the bodies started to reach out for me, crying in pain and begging me to help them.
The bodies yelled in pain, “Help us please! Help us, we don’t want to die!”
I cried through another bout of vomiting, “I’m sorry! I can’t, I don’t know what to do! I’m sorry!”
I swung the door open and jumped out of the room ending up back in the same hallway. Another door opened across from the room I’d just come from revealing a flight of stairs leading upwards. Just like the other rooms before it, I was hesitant, but I knew I had to get the hell out. I began walking up the stairs.
They say when you ascend, you go to heaven. Ascending these stairs was like walking upwards through hell.
I knew if I didn’t go through this, I wouldn’t ever get out of there. When I reached the second floor, I was again greeted by another hallway. It closely resembled the one on the ground floor, but this one seemed more distorted than the first. The wallpaper was ripped and the light fixtures were either busted or flickering on and off almost making a strobe light effect. It messed with my field of vision, but I didn’t let that bother me. I just had to work through it.
I walked through the hallway and just like the last one, it seemed to go on forever. It felt like I’d been walking for hours, the lights messed with my mind each time they blinked on and off. I swear I saw someone standing at the end of the hallway watching me, taunting me, but when I got to where the person was, they seem to have disappeared.
I thought that I was about to lose my mind. I was thinking that I was going to die here in this house when a door opened. I knew that if I went through the doorway, more terrible things awaited me, but I didn’t care. At least I would be out of that hallway. I made a dash for the door and found myself in a child’s playroom filled with the most f*****g life like porcelain dolls I’d ever seen. I was afraid they would come to life and that was the last thing I needed. Besides, how embarrassing would it be to be killed by a doll?
I moved around the huge room just looking around at the dolls and toys. They were innocent enough until I started hearing child-like giggles followed by a creepy, soft voice.
“Do you want to play with me Mr? Please, I’m so lonely here. I promise I won’t break you like the others.” it said.
I was confused, “Who are you and what is this place?” I yelled out trying to get an answer. I got an answer, boy did I get an answer and it was one I didn’t want to hear.
A small girl appeared suddenly, a smile on her face, “You’re in my house and in my house you do as I say or you will be punished like the others before you.” she giggled
I yelled, “Well f**k this and f**k you! I’m getting out of here!”
The little girl giggled once more, but this time it was more demonic and sinister. She spoke up again when her giggles ceased,
“Naughty, naughty. Toys shouldn’t swear in front of a little girl like that. You better behave.”
I growled, “Who the hell are you calling a toy?! I’m a human being, not some plaything for your amusement. I’m out of here! Goodbye creepy little girl!”
She smiled softly, “Okay, but once you leave this room your nightmare will continue.”
I scoffed and responded, “I will take my chances.”
Just like that, I left to find my way out. I dredged on and at last found another door. I didn’t know what hellish things awaited me behind it. I took a deep breath and went in. What awaited me this time was nothing. Nothing but a white room and again the door that I came through disappeared. I was trapped. I took this opportunity to rest. I was exhausted and burnt out. That moment of rest would be short lived however. I began to hear whispers telling me to kill myself or I’d never get out alive. They kept getting louder and louder to the point where I had to cover my ears with my hands to keep them from bleeding, it was so f*****g loud.
Just when I thought it would never end, the sound just stopped and it was silent again. My torture wasn’t over yet however. The room went completely dark and a screen on the wall in front of me turned on. What I saw on that screen chilled me to the core. Right in front of me was the image of my friends and family from past, present and even the future. I thought to myself how this wasn’t possible. How could they know all this? Could they be reading my mind? If that was the case, what purpose does it serve to do this?
These questions ran through my head all at once. My mind was clouded with even more questions that couldn’t be answered. My thoughts became heavy as I focused on the images that appeared of my late sister. She looked as she did when she was alive, but she seemed different. She looked dead at me, her eyes staring into my soul. She spoke words she would never have said to her own flesh and blood when she was alive.
She said, “You have failed me little brother! You let me die, you let me become food for the worms. You’re nothing but a poor excuse for family! Pathetic pile of s**t that deserves to die right here, right now!”
I began begging, “No that’s not true! You know I would never leave you to die, and besides you had cancer there was nothing that I could do! Nothing the doctors could do!”
My sister smirked, “Excuses, excuses, excuses. That’s all you’re f*****g good for. Our mother should have let you die when you were born. You are nothing but a waste of life.”
I begged her once more, “That’s not true! Stop! You are not my sister. My sister would never say such things to me! Stop it now!”
My sister laughed, “Hahaha, you pathetic man! You are weak just like every other human on this planet! Fragile, soft! It would be cute if it wasn’t so f*****g vomit inducing.”
I begged one last time, shouting, “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!”
As the entity continued torturing my mind, I yelled for it to stop. It was getting to the point where I couldn’t take it much longer. I knew this thing wasn’t my sister, but it was telling me things that only me and my sister knew. It was using traumatizing events of my childhood against me. When I couldn’t take any more than I already had, she disappeared and the screen went black. The room was dark once more but only for a moment as the lights come back on. My eyes adjusted to the light and I realized I wasn’t alone. There in the corner of the room facing away from me was a little boy and he was crying.
Being as cautious as possible, I slowly approached the boy. I had to make sure he wasn’t a threat to me. I’d learned my lesson the hard way. I softly tapped him on the shoulder, asking him if he was all right,
“Hello, little boy. Are you alright? Are you hurt?”
The little boy continued to cried.
I tried to comfort the little guy, but he kept his back to me still crying. When the crying finally stopped, he spoke to me in a voice that sounded very familiar to me.
The little boy cried, “Why did you have to grow up Chuck? Why couldn’t you stay young and be a good little boy?”
I was deeply confused, “What are you trying to tell me? Who are you and how do you know my name?”
The little boy smiled, “I’ve known you all your life Chuck. Don’t tell me you have forgotten?”
I was dumbfounded. In my confusion, I said, “Forgotten you? I don’t even know you kid.”
The little boy smiled once more, “Of course you do Chuck. I’ve been with you all your life.”
As the boy said this, he turned around and faced me at last. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, the little boy was me. I was speechless, lost for words. I didn’t understand it, but of course after what I had seen and heard, anything was possible in this place. I looked at him as he looked back at me. He took my hand almost like he was trying to comfort me for a brief moment. I did feel comfortable. It was me after all and I knew better than to not hurt myself.
The little boy asked softly, “You want out of here don’t you? If you can trust me, I will help you.”
I apologized, “I’m sorry if I seem kind of skeptical after what I’ve been through. Trusting something in this place doesn’t seem like an option for me.”
He smiled softly and looked at me with those big blue eyes I once had as a child but had faded as I got older.
The little boy said calmly, “It’s okay. I swear I’m not here to harm you. I’m only here to help you so if you want out of here you need to follow me.”
I rolled my eyes, “Alright, it’s not like I have any other choice. If I can’t trust myself, who the hell can I trust anyway.”
The little boy giggled softly. I gripped his hand as a new door appeared. We walked out of the room and back into the hallway. He started to lead me to the exit. This time, it was me and myself against this house as we walked past many doors and many rooms. There was even a room that had an alligator pit in it.
I asked, “What type of person keeps an alligator in their room?”
My younger self looked at me and just shrugged.
The little boy spoke, “I don’t know either but we’ve got to keep going.”
We walked by more rooms going deeper into the belly of the beast. We could have easily gotten lost and I thought we might be until we opened one last door. It lead us to the living room, the same living room that I had started in. This time it was different however. There were no cobwebs to be seen, no dust anywhere and the sheets were no longer on the furniture.
I said spooked, “Thank God we’re out of that hallway and out of those damn rooms.”
As I said this, the door to the outside appeared. I was finally going to get out! I ran to the door, and it immediately opened on its own. I was relieved to smell the fresh air and happy to be out of that house.
As soon as I stepped off the porch, I saw my friend Richie waiting for me. Never in my life was I was so happy to see that stupid dope head. I ran up to him and hugged him, saying to him, “You were waiting for me all this time!”
He looked at me confused and told me, “Dude, you were only in there for like 5 minutes.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. What felt like hours, days even, only five minutes had passed out here. Oh that didn’t matter now. All that mattered was I was finally free thanks to my younger self. I told Richie I wanted to go home and since he had sobered up, he drove. When I entered my house, I crashed hard on the couch, unable to make it to my bed. I was so tired, but I was glad that my nightmare was over.
After only a few hours of sleep, I was awoken by the sound of a small child crying. I opened my eyes, allowing them to adjust to the light. When I focused on my surroundings, I realized I wasn’t in my house. Instead, I was in another room connected to the hallway of the mystery house…
To be continued…
