Creepypasta Origins and Stories

No End House part 2 - Creepypasta story

It had been three weeks since I heard any word from David. In the six months since we started dating we had only gone three days without talking, and that was after a pretty intense fight. There was nothing out of the ordinary when I had talked to him last, he had just mentioned that he was going to check something out a friend told him about. But then I got a really weird text the night before. It was from David, but it wasn't from his number. It only had five words in it:

"no end dont come david"

Something was wrong. After I read that text I felt nauseous, like I was seeing something I shouldn't. I decided to get a hold of Peter, but I had talked to this ass before. He was a deadbeat, but at least he might have some information on where David might be. I decided to log onto AIM with David's account. I figured it would be easier to start something with Peter if he didn't know it was me. When I logged on, he immediately messaged me.

"David?! Holy shit you had me worried I thought you went to the house."

"What do you mean?"

"NoEnd House, man, that place I told you about I could have sworn you were gonna go." NoEnd. This guy knew what was going on.

"Yeah, I actually couldn't find it. Maybe I'll try again tomorrow. Where was it again?"

"No way, you already had me worried fuck that place I've been there you do not want to go there."

"Peter. This is Maggie."

"Wait what? Where's David?"

"I don't know, I thought you would know but apparently not."

"Oh shit. Oh shitshitshitshit."

"What? Seriously Peter you need to tell me what's going on."

"I think he went to the house. It's outside of town, maybe four miles down Terrence St. Unmarked road turn right. Shit, man, he's gone."

"No, I don't think he is."

"What are you planning on doing?"

"I'm going to get him back"

I left the next night at around eight. There wasn't a single car the entire trip, and as I turned onto the unmarked street I saw a sign pointing down the road:

NoEnd this way
Open 24hrs

My breathing hadn't been steady since I left my house, and seeing the house didn't help. There weren't any other cars around, which made me think that it wasn't open. A light from the front stoop illuminated the surrounding area, and the windows showed that lights were on inside. I parked my car, walked up to the front, and made my way in.

The front lobby was normal enough, but as I predicted there wasn't anyone there. All the lights were on, but no one was there. Besides the door I came through, there was only one other. Posted next to it was another sign:

Room 1 this way. Eight more follow. Reach the end and you win!

That wasn't what made my stomach sink. That wasn't what stopped my heart. There was more below, scrawled and handwritten in red:

You won't save him.

I must have stood in the lobby for an hour. I was frozen. I didn't know how to go on. Did I go through the door? Did I call the police? After reading the sign I decided that I may have bit off more than I could chew. I'm average height for a girl, but pretty thin. I wasn't about to fight off some psycho that was holding David hostage. I decided calling the cops was the best thing to do, so I reached into my pocket and opened my phone to call. No service. The house must be blocking the signal, and it was basically in the middle of nowhere. I walked towards the entrance, figuring I'd find service outside. I reached to the knob and twisted, and nothing. It was locked. I shook it harder. Nothing. It was locked from the outside. I slammed my hands against the door and called out to anyone that could hear me. I knew it was useless, no one was out here except me.