Saturday, December 08, 2007

Holders Series, #1 Through #3

I'm going to try out a new type of filler for the days when I don't have anything for whatever reason. I didn't write these. I found them on the Internet and thought they were too good to pass up. From what I've uncovered, no one knows who started them, and most new chapters it seems were provided anonymously, so I don't feel like I'm stepping on anyone's toes by reprinting them here.

What strikes me about these is how utterly Lovecraftian they are in their macabre, even though he had no hand in writing them, save for possibly providing inspiration. They seem to go nowhere, really, but they are wonderfully creative pieces of horror fiction. Hope you enjoy them as much as I do. I have over 150 of them archived, so I'll only be reprinting a few of them when I don't have the time or inspiration to come up with anything myself.

Holder of the End
In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house in you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of the End". Should a look of childlike fear come over the worker's face, you will then be taken to a cell in the building. It will be in a deep hidden section of the building. All you will hear is the sound of someone talking to himself echo the halls. It is in a language that you will not understand, but your very soul will feel unspeakable fear.

Should the talking stop at any time, STOP and QUICKLY say aloud "I'm just passing through. I wish to talk." If you still hear silence, flee. Leave; do not stop for anything, do not go home, don't stay at an inn, just keep moving, sleep where your body drops. You will know in the morning if you've escaped.

If the voice in the hall comes back after you utter those words continue on. Upon reaching the cell all you will see is a windowless room with a person in the corner, speaking an unknown language, and cradling something. The person will only respond to one question. "What happens when they all come together?"

The person will then stare into your eyes and answer your question in horrifying detail. Many go mad in that very cell, some disappear soon after the meeting, a few end their lives. But most do the worst thing, and look upon the object in the person's hands. You will want to as well. Be warned that if you do, your death will be one of cruelty and unrelenting horror.

Your death will be in that room, by that person's hands.

That object is 1 of 538. They must never come together. Never.

Holder of the Beginning
In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls herself "The Holder of the Beginning". A small smile will work its way over the person's mouth, almost as if to say, "You fool."

You will be taken down a hallway, seemingly leading out into a place it shouldn't. This place will seem to exist nowhere in the institution, but it will. The hall will be silent, even if you try to make noise. Screams will die before leaving your mouth, footsteps will be muffled. Your guide will simply point to the door.


If you enter you will find a cozy room, full of a pleasant, though unidentifiable, perfume. There will be a pretty lady sitting, holding nothing. No sounds will be made in this room, no matter how hard you try, except for one question: "Why were they separated?"

The lady will then explain, in detail, the reason. It will be every horrific event in history, every beating, every war, every rape. Everything. Then, all will fall silent. It is up to you to do what you will with this information.

That lady is Object 2 of 538. It is up to you if they should be joined or not.

Holder of Eternity
In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of Eternity". A sigh might escape the worker as he looks upon you with the utmost pity. He will take you down a flight of stairs into what should be the basement of the building, and yet isn't.

As you press deeper and deeper into this underlayer of the institution a chorus of screams will become audible. Softly at first, as if from a great distance, but the closer you get to the end of the hallway, the louder it becomes until it drones so loud that it seems to consume all other noises; until you begin to claw at your own ears in pain. The worker will show you a door, covering both his ears. As swiftly as he can, he will unlock the door and run, leaving only you in this cramped, dark hallway.

This is your last chance to run. If you decide to continue and open the door, the piercing wail will end abruptly, leaving your ears ringing. The room is coated in an almost-tangible, all-consuming darkness but for the far end of the room. There, manacled to the wall is an emaciated figure, covered in raw lashes. He stares directly at you, with a grin plastered to his face despite festering wounds and a scalpel still half-protruding from his chest. Now is your only chance to save yourself, and the only way is to ask "Who created them?".

He will cackle, in a manner befitting the death throes of an animal before responding. His tale will be the most horrific tale you have ever heard, beyond such primitive concepts such as pain and death, into the very essence of wrong. Of evil.

It is up to you to end this man's life, to release his terrible burden. Remove the scalpel, and he will shudder once in agony before falling silent forever.

That scalpel is Object 3 of 538. It is up to you if the rest should be protected or destroyed.

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