NoEnd House • horror

seven.

When I woke up, I was outside the house. 

I could feel the cold earth below me. I rolled onto my back and looked up at the night sky. The NoEnd House towered above me, complete with my car parked in the same spot. I wasn't sure whether I should laugh or cry. 

I was out. I was out I was out I was out. 

I got up and dusted off my pants. My body was still shaking as I walked to my car, but a feeling of uneasiness washed over me. There was no way I escaped. The house wouldn't just let me go. 

Something wasn't right. I knew it. I knew I didn't kill David in the sixth room. I knew I didn't. But he was nowhere to be found. I reached down into my pocket and took out my phone. No unread messages. But I had service. I flipped it open and I began a text to David.

"Where are you?" I wrote. Within a second of sending it I got a reply. I pressed open excitedly.

"room 10 your room 7 run." and the deafening hum returned.

I bolted. I didn't know where I was going, but I knew I wasn't outside. 

I was still in the house. 

The hum rattled everything around me. It shook the trees and the air itself. I just needed to find an 8. I needed to find the next room. That was my only chance. I needed to find room 8. The first few rooms were obvious, but as I progressed it was getting less and less clear where the rooms started and ended. I had no idea what I was looking for, anything that had a number on it. I needed to find an 8 I needed to find an 8 I needed to find-

Unread text:

"your address"

What the hell did he mean? My address? I slid the phone back in my pocket, the hum was growing louder and louder. And that's when it hit me. 

My address. My address. My address. It couldn't be. It couldn't be.

4896 Forest Ln.

Unit #8

I slammed into my car and flung the door open. The hum shook the metal of the car and seemed to follow me inside. I floored it and made my way back down the dirt road toward my apartment.

None of this was making sense. 

How was room 8 my apartment? Should I have even trusted that text? It was from David. I know it was. There was no reason not to trust it. It took no time at all to drive to my complex, and honestly I didn't even remember driving. It was like when you zone out for a minute and wake up farther down the road. 

I didn't even bother locking it as I ran up to the front gate. My hands fumbled with the keys as I unlocked the bolt and made my way into the first hallway on the left. My complex was huge, but my apartment was one of the first ones on the left. I ran as fast as I could, passed 4, passed 5. 

My head was spinning, this night was weighing down on me like a lead vest. Passed 6. The farther I made it down the hallway, the farther away the hum seemed to be. 

As I passed unit 7 I could barely hear it anymore. And when I stopped in front of my unit I was in complete silence. I just stood there, standing in front of my apartment. 

The small gold '8' was at eye level with me. I reached for the doorknob and slowly slid my key in, twisted, and the door swung open and I was sucked in like a vacuum, the door slamming behind me.