In any city, in any country, go to any hospital and ask to visit "The Holder of Hate".The attendant will give you a firm handshake, look you straight in the eyes, and say: "It took you long enough." They will hand you a key to room 532 and tell you to go down the left hall.
As you walk down the hall, you will hear some insane cackling. Should it stop, yell "I do not fear you!" If it does not begin again, run as fast as your legs can carry you. Should it continue, keep walking. Stop when you reach room 532. The door will be covered in scratches, gashes, and a manner of burns.
There will be a small, strangely unscarred glass panel in the door. Peer inside. If there is a figure standing with its back to you, retreat as quietly as you can. If the room is empty, unlock the door and enter. A red light will be shining through the sole window in the room. Should you gaze out of this window your eyes will soon burst from the sockets and your screams will be your only utterance for all eternity. The room is small, the walls covered in blood, and a small cloaked figure sits in the middle. It will respond to only one question: "What do they hate?" The figure's cloak will then fly into the air revealing a grotesquely disfigured being. It will answer your question in horrific detail. Upon finishing the story it will collapse, as if a tremendous burden has passed from its shoulders, and crawl into the corner. You will begin to hear strange, unearthly shrieks from beyond the door. They will be getting nearer by the second. Your only hope is to wrap yourself in the cloak and hurl yourself out of the red window. If you were not followed, you will wake up the next day on the lawn of the hospital, wrapped snugly in the cloak.
The cloak is object 23 of 538. It will hide you from their hate.
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The Holders Series (Creepypasta)
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