The chair's shadow remained, but the others were gone. I turned back to the room and the shadows were gone. Was it a mechanical lock that set automatically? Maybe. Was someone locking the doors as I progressed? There was no way. I didn't even think as I automatically tried to open the door I came through. It was at that moment that I knew something wasn't right. I had barely walked in the door and I was already terrified.
With the exception of the chair's, there were others. A single lamp in the corner did a poor job of lighting the area, casting a few shadows across the floor and walls. There was a chair in the middle of the wood paneled floor. On the surface, it looked like a normal room.
Room three is when things began to change. Logic overtook me after a few terrified moments, and I shook it off and entered the next room. A feeling of dread hit me so hard I could barely even think. I reached for the doorknob and my heart sank to my knees. I stepped over a few toy rats that wheeled around and walked with a puffed chest across to the next area. I didn't see a stereo, but I guessed they must have used a PA system. They seemed to have a Halloween soundtrack that one would find in a 99 cent store on loop somewhere in the room. Not only was there a fog machine, but a bat hung from the ceiling and flew in a circle. The room definitely upped the ante in terms of technology. I was greeted by fog as I opened the door to room two. I brushed through the fake spider webs and headed for the second room. At the far end was an exit it was the only door besides the one I entered through. The decor resembled the Halloween aisle of a K-Mart, complete with sheet ghosts and animatronic zombies that gave a static growl when you passed by. Reach the end and you win!" I chuckled and made my way to the first door. The room looked like a normal hotel lobby decorated for Halloween.
My heart slowed and I let a relieved sigh leave me as I entered. Have you ever seen or read something that shouldn't be scary, but for some reason a chill crawls up your spine? I walked toward the building and the feeling of uneasiness only intensified as I opened the front door. When I arrived, I immediately noticed something strange about the building. I told him I would check it out the next night and no matter how hard he tried to convince me otherwise, $500 sounded too good to be true. He told me it would be too much for anyone. He was a heroin and who-knows-what-the-fuck addict, so I figured the drugs got the best of him and he wigged out at a paper ghost or something. The house was located outside the city, roughly four miles from my house. The rules were pretty simple and cliche: reach the final room of the building and you win $500. It got that name because no one had ever reached the final exit. That was when he told me about the NoEnd House. Before I could initiate a conversation, he sent me a message. He was a pretty notorious flake and drug addict, so I assumed he just stopped caring. There was a period where he wasn't online for about five weeks straight. We would talk online every now and then (AIM was king in pre-Facebook years). After I moved out of the dorms and into a small apartment, I didn't see Peter as much. He dropped out after two years of barely cutting it. We were friends in college and continued to be after I graduated. Let me start by saying that Peter Terry was addicted to heroin.
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