Urban Horrors: A Creepypasta Collection of my own Stories

Gates of Hell (Part 1)

My friend Rhys lived in Pennsylvania for years before we came to visit him. My sisters and I live in New York City, but we flew to Rhys's house in Pennsylvania, not far from York County.

Rhys picked the three of us up at the airport, and he was ecstatic to see us again. We'd been friends all throughout high school, but we had grown apart after graduation. My sisters, Piper and Peyton, sit in the backseat of Rhys's SUV. I'm the oldest of us, Piper the youngest. My name is Poppy. Our mother was Penny, and she loved the letter P or something, so that is why she named us all P names.

Rhys is chatting with Piper and Peyton, both girls laughing with his jokes. I stare out the window, watching the blur of a forest as we drive. Rain begins to fall, sparkling against the sunlight that cracks through the clouds. I'd been here before, here in Pennsylvania. But I'm never going to get used to the rain coming down in a storm as it is sunny at the same time.

"So, uh ... my sister, my boyfriend, and my sister's girlfriend and I are likely going on a little... trip soon. So, my question is if you'd like to go, you three."

I look over at Rhys. He's a tall, lanky guy with messy black hair, olive skin, and blue eyes. He's got all black clothes on and his sleeves cover his fully tattooed arms. Rhys is 27, so he's the oldest in the car.

Rhys's sister is Rebecca, but everyone calls her Becks.

"Who are the other two?" Piper asks, sounding excited.

"Oh, uh, Maya and Tristan. They are friends, but when I met Tristan, it was like .... like the world faded away."

Piper chuckles. "Yeah, like me and Mason."

"Mason's a dick," says Peyton, laughing at her. She pokes Piper's arm and Piper swats at her hand. Peyton laughs, her giggles reminding me of a dolphin.

"Anyways," Rhys says, clearing his throat. He looks at me. "Have you heard of Hellam? It's a place here in PA, and there's this urban legend about there being seven gates to hell there. But the thing is.... there's only one gate that's visible during the day, and the rest of them are visible at night. It's said that those who go past the fifth one are never seen or heard from ever again."

"Oooh, that sold me!" Piper exclaims sarcastically.

"Yeah, um, why would we even go there, Rhys?" Peyton wonders, and I see her tapping her chin in the rear view mirror. She looks at me and flips me off, then giggles while she plays with her short blonde hair.

"Well, Maya and Becks want to see if it's real," Rhys explains. "Maya's the one who found out about it... she said that she heard her cousin went to the fourth one, but he freaked out and never told anyone what happened. Anytime anyone asks him, he only says to not go there."

"Why would this story tell us we should go there, Rhys?" Peyton asks.

He shrugs, and turns the car onto the road that leads to his house. "Well, I don't believe in urban legends, Peyton. I think most are all bullshit. So, what's the harm in proving all those people wrong?"

"The harm is the fact that we could all die!" Piper hisses. "I'm so not going. When are you even planning this little trip, Rhys?"

"Tonight, before the sun sets."

"Fuck me," mutters Peyton. "That's an awful idea."

"I'll go," I say. Rhys looks at me, and my sisters fall silent. He pulls the car onto his driveway, and we park. My sisters hop out of the car, and Rhys looks at me.