Creepypasta

It's late, and Jeff is reading a book in his room. The house is pitch black, and the only light comes from a small desk lamp at Jeff's side, illuminating the small space around him. A rustle of paper softly brushes aside the silence as Jeff flips a page. He continues reading, engrossed in the literature, until he hears an obnoxious gurgling sound.

I must be hungry, he thinks to himself, placing his book down and walking to the kitchen after a short stretch. The gurgling intensifies when he enters the kitchen. It is soon followed by small burping sound, as if someone had caught their bile in their throat. Jeff stops cold in his tracks, staring at his refrigerator. The door hangs slightly open, illuminating a sliver of the wall next to it.

A chill runs down his spine, making his hairs stand on end. No one else is home, and the gurgling noises definitely aren't coming from him. feeling extremely uneasy about the refrigerator, he looks at the kitchen sink to see if it's making the noise. It's completely dry, and shows no evidence of water going through the drain. The gurgling, slurping noises echo throughout the house, filling Jeff's ears. He feels the oppressive presence of the open door, seeming to watch him even as he runs the in sink garbage disposal, just in case. Nothing, the gurgling continues.

He's broken out into a cold sweat, and turns slowly to the gaping door. The light contrasts brightly with the darkness all around, darkening the kitchen even more. Gathering his courage, he walks stiffly in front of the fridge and opens the door all the way. The gurgling immediately stops, and a strong stench of rotten flesh and puke invades his nostrils. Jeff covers his nose and mouth in disgust and horror as he views the inside of the fridge. Empty, save for a two foot wide blood streak that drags itself out of the fridge...

beneath his feet...

up the wall beside him...

and... splat

A glob of saliva drops onto his face as Jeff beholds the orgin of the gurgling. An inhuman creature, seeming to be inside-out, muscles and bone stripped of all skin, stretched over the ceiling like a gruesome, living, breathing chandelier. It's maw is open wide, and rivulets of blood pool in empty eye sockets. Jeff screams out of pure shock and terror as it detaches from the ceiling with a wet pop. It lands on him with a sickening crunch, and begins to devour him, still screaming. The creature finishes its human feast in a matter of seconds, and then drag itself back onto the ceiling.

A soft gurgling echoes through the house once more.

The Holder of the End

In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house in you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of the End".

Should a look of child-like fear come over the workers face, you will then be taken to a cell in the building. It will be in a deep hidden section of the building. All you will hear is the sound of someone talking to themselves echo the halls. It is in a language that you will not understand, but your very soul will feel unspeakable fear.

Should the talking stop at any time, STOP and QUICKLY say aloud "I'm just passing through, I wish to talk." If you still hear silence, flee. Leave, do not stop for anything, do not go home, don't stay at an inn, just keep moving, and sleep where your body drops. You will know in the morning if you've escaped.

If the voice in the hall comes back after you utter those words continue on. Upon reaching the cell all you will see is a windowless room with a person in the corner, speaking an unknown language, and cradling something. The person will only respond to one question: "What happens when they all come together?"

The person will then stare into your eyes and answers your question in horrifying detail. Many go mad in that very cell, some disappear soon after the meeting, and a few end their lives. But most do the worst thing and look upon the object in the person's hands. You will want to as well. Be warned, if you do your death will be that of cruelty and unrelenting horror. Your death will be in that room, by that person's hands.

This object is 1 of 538. They must never come together. Never.

The Lighthouse

There is a small island in the Mediterranean Sea that does not appear on any map. It cannot be seen from any other island, nor can any other land be seen from it. On this island is a lighthouse, rotting from age and sea water, which is never lit. There is nothing inside it, save for a spiraling staircase that leads to the top, and an ancient, dusty bookcase.

The case is filled with unmarked books; bound in ancient leather, save for a single space. If you remove a book from the shelf, it will fling itself open in your hands, and the words inscribed in it shall start screaming to the air. You must wrestle the book closed and shove it back on the shelf, or the immortal evil contained within its pages shall break free, and you will be forced to take its place, with pages, ink and binding crafted from your own flesh and blood.

However, if you bring the correct book to the island, and place it in the empty space, the lighthouse will light. As long as it is lit, the world shall enjoy an unending paradise, for all the evil in the world will be contained in the lighthouse. And while it is lit, nothing can go in or out.

The only problem; you will be trapped for eternity with all the evil ever known or conceived, by man or god. And the only way to escape is to douse the light.

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