This is Creepy. A podcast dedicated to sharing, the most thinnest chilling and disturbing creepy

pastures and urban legends in the world. Whether these stories truly happened or are simply

fabrications is for you to decide. These stories may contain graphic depictions of violence

and explicit language. Listener discretion is advised.

No end house by Brian Russell.

Let me start by saying that Peter Terry was addicted to heroin. We were friends in college

and continued to be after I graduated. Notice that I said, I. He dropped out after

two years of barely cutting it. After I moved out of the dorms and into a small apartment,

I didn't see Peter as much. We would talk online every now and then.

Aim was king in pre-face book years. There was a period where he was not online for about

five weeks straight. I was worried. There was a pretty notorious flake and drug addict

so I assumed he just stopped caring. Then when I had a sound log on, before I could initiate

a conversation, he sent me a message. David, man, we need to talk. That was when he told

me about the no end house. It got that name because no one had ever reached the final

exit. The rules were pretty simple and cliche. Reach the final room in the building and

you win $500. There were nine rooms in all. The house was located outside the city.

Afully four miles from my house. Apparently Peter tried and failed. He was a heroin

and who knows what the fuck at it. So I figured the drugs got the best of them and he would

doubt it on a paper ghost or something. He told me it would be too much for anyone.

That it was unnatural. I didn't believe him. I told him I would check it out the next

night and no matter how hard he tried to convince me otherwise. $500 sounded too good to

be true. I had to go. I set out the following night.

...