"The Stairs and the Doorway" Creepypasta

I don't feel like I'm a nosy person no more nosey than the next guy I just have what my mom would call an unhealthy amounts of curiosity I was the kid who climbed on top of the big oak in the backyard just to see what was in the crow's nest I was the kid who dug a hole in the backyard so deep I hit groundwater because I was convinced there was a cave under our house and I wanted to see it to see my folks aren't dirt poor but they're pretty close they're part of that missing middle of America the people who work for 40 hours a week until they die with no savings to speak of I got my first job at a horse stable when I was 14 it didn't last very long I knew I needed to get a job because I knew we needed the money so I bounced around for the next few years washing dishes waiting tables until I graduated high school pop was really tough for me about the college he never went nobody in his family had so there were a few fights about where I would go after school it was a huge shock to me when just after graduation he drove me down to the Uni he'd been classmates with the Dean and they'd come up with an arrangement where I get full scholarship provided I made good grades and worked for the University I never felt like a scholar in high school I kept my head down and did enough to get by pulling off B's and a few C's I wasn't interested in learning because learning wasn't interesting uni was different I took mainly core classes math English history science but they were fascinating for one thing nobody cared if I showed up on that it was entirely up to me to succeed so I did in exchange for my education I worked security and did some light maintenance duties maintenance was a no-brainer I've always been handy and most of the fix-it jobs were the type that could be solved with a little liberal application of wd-40 or elbow grease or both security was a different story security it gave me superpowers the job itself was pretty easy I got a uniform a badge a flashlight and Meyer gave me some keychain mace for my birthday no I didn't get a gun they weren't allowed on campus anyway I worked mostly nights and weekends and doubles during long holiday breaks I was to walk around the full campus twice in a night checking the labs computer center and library the rest of my time was pretty much my own there were two other guards Jake and al but they were different shifts to me we had overlap nights on Wednesday nights where we get together for about an hour to discuss any major events or changes there might have been some beer at those meetings but I'm underage and you can't prove anything Jake works mostly days shifts and al worked swings and some overnights during the week Jake was a younger guy training to be on the local police force so he took his job pretty seriously on the other hands I'm pretty sure I'll mostly slept during his shifts al was two years older than dirt so he deserved the rest remember that bits about superpowers my first night in the job al gave me a huge keychain with about a thousand keys on it it weighed nearly 5 pounds and was secured to my belt with a heavy-duty metal chain don't lose that key chain kid al said you've got the keys to the kingdom right there any door that don't open you don't want to go in it my work I be the thing that kept me awake on those long cold winter break nights was exploring I made it appoints every night to open some door I'd never opened before I started in the new section with a library and computer Center we're opening each room each closet making a map in my head of where everything was some nights I might explore two or three rooms some nights I might not have time for anything more than an odds out-of-the-way broom closet the Uni is actually a pretty large campus for having a full student body of only 12 or 1300 it was built as a Methodist College in 1896 and became state owned in the 30s there were three main sections the old school house the administration offices and a few unlucky classrooms unlucky due to the lack of central heat and air and the three-story building had no elevators the labs were a brutal horror of poured concrete slabs and tiny windows built back in the 70s when buildings that looked like Soviet radiators were in style the new library was steadily losing its new built in the late 90s built in the late 90s boom and made that unique red brick and glass style like everything else during those years when I think back to those early days those days before I think how stupid I was how naive I should have thought about winter I should have thought about the solstice by December of my sophomore year of college I cleared every room in the new library I'd opened every door checked every closet and had a good mental map of the whole building it was ultimately pretty unimpressive I found no buried treasure no secret stash of missing computer supplies catched in the forgotten closet I did find a small sweaty stack of bad porno mags in a supply closet in the basement level wicked wicked cowgirls who was I to judge December is a slow time for the Uni after the mad rush of finals the campus was suddenly deserted the remaining few staff seeming lost the building stood silenced and dark in the thin winter breezes we had a steady series of snowstorms but none bad enough to close the campus I made sure the sidewalks were clear and the entryway salted and otherwise tried to stay indoors besides I had the old school to explore the main old-school building downing hall was a four-story v-shaped building it had no elevators tiny stairwells and was only exempted from a DEA compliance due to its historical importance it had no air conditioning save for sporadic window mounts units that were only permitted to be installed on the rear of the building so as to not spoil the building's historic charm the building's heat came from a massive ancient boiler in the basement as far as I knew al was the only person who knew anything about the boiler and he must have kept it in good shape because I never heard any complaints about it I spent the second week after finals week poking through the top floors of downing Hall I didn't have a lot of time for exploring every night as the snow gave me more than the usual upkeep chores but I made steady progress I discovered a small room in the Attic on the left wing that must have been an old dean's office completes with a beautiful antique desk and wardrobe I checked both thinking I might find something historic to give to the Dean but the Wardrobe was empty save for a moth-eaten wool scarf and the desks contents were limited to a few old newspapers and some tax forms from the 1950s a level below on the building's fourth floor I found two dozen small empty classrooms in my handyman mindset I checked the windows for loose glass panes and for water or rodent damage I fully expected to see rat droppings or at least some insect damage but found none the second and third floors were much the same except the rooms in the rear of the building were air conditioned and thus actively used for classes when school was in session the main floor was administration and included the dean's office I thought it wise not to snoop around in my boss's office or in payroll so I skipped a lot of these rooms I made my way down the stairwell to the basements used my superhero keychain open the heavy door and went down the basement of downing Hall was different from that of the new library for one thing it was a lot more cramped the hallway was narrow and the ceiling was low with doorways leading off at regular intervals I checked every room flipping the old 2 button switch to on using my flashlight on the dark corners I'd carried a few packs of spare lightbulbs the fancy new CFC bulbs in my satchel thinking to replace any that had burned out and save the environment while I was at it the holiday rooms mostly contains junk spare desks filing cabinets full of 40 and 50 year old papers old holiday decorations and so forth lit by naked hanging light bulbs by the nights of the 20th of December I'd made my way to the boiler room the furnace was a massive monstrosity of iron and rivets pipes and gauges it was hellishly hot in that room and equally loud it was however needs and very clean I'll kept to that way because he said a clean boiler lets you get more shut-eye the furnace had been converted from coal to gas at some points but the suits had stained the walls of the room and the coal chutes still opened in one of the corners I had no intention of givin the boiler room more than a glance I'd been there dozens of times and there was nothing to see just a workbench and the furnace itself when I noticed a small door to the back and left behind the furnace that's weird I thought to myself I'd never seen that door before but then again I had never stood in that particular spot beside the workbench and I'd never really looked the door was smaller than a normal door maybe five feet tall painted in the same non colored drab grey brown of the walls and it was made of metal just like the other doors in the basement I went over to the door and touched the handle I think the body knows sometimes when things are wrong have you ever had that feeling like you're being watched when you know you're totally alone and nobody can see me and nobody can see you but you feel eyes on you have you ever gone left instead of rights because you got that feeling that you just shouldn't go to the right today it didn't work that way for me when I touch that doorknob nothing felt any difference my head didn't hurt my neck hairs didn't stand up and I didn't hear an inner voice saying don't do it the doorknob turned and the door wouldn't open I looked more closely and so small keyhole I checked my magic keychain and found three possible matches struck out on the first two and the third worked of course of course the hinges squealed like they hadn't been used in a long time decades my handyman instinct noted it wd-40 I mumbled I hold open the door and steps through into another small cramped hallway the light switch words and the single ball blue with a crack dammit my hackles did raise then I flicked on my flashlights and quickly swapped out the hallway bulb with a new one I looked around and saw this hallway was narrow straight and ended a few yards away yet another door that door opened easily onto another stairway what the hell I said nobody had ever mentioned the sub-basement for this building the hairs on the back the hairs on the back of my neck was still standing out I shook it off as nerved from the blown bulb and walked to the stairwell it was a standard stairwell and looked pretty much the same as the others in the building I walked to the bottom and met another door I pushed through it to see another long narrow hallway with doors leaning after either side at regular intervals the first door to my left was unlocked and opened fairly easily under the storage closet there were stacks of late 60s era books and a few desks and in takane mop in its bucket the door across from it was in lot but did not open so easily I hold the door open to find a larger room that looked to have been used as a classroom there were desks a blackboard anatomical diagrams and posters on the walls everything was covered in the inch of dust and appeared to have not been touched in a long time why would anyone put a classroom down here I mumbled to myself how would they convince students to get down here in the first place I remember thinking at that points that I must have somehow discovered a back way into the other wing of the v-shapes down call maybe this is where they'll maybe this is where the old science classes were held before the labs were built I moved on to the next set of rooms there were both classrooms abandoned dust-covered and mostly empty so they make spare and the next I saw a total of 12 disused classrooms in that hallway and a small break room completes with a lonely coffee part I also found two small restrooms I didn't spend much time checking them out as light didn't work and I didn't feel like replacing those bulbs I found myself getting slightly nervous I was in a strange section of the campus and I was working alone that night in the back of my mind I just couldn't truly justify the existence the waste of a whole floor full of unused classrooms when I got to the end of the hallway I met another steel door I opened it and saw another stairwell I was fully expecting the stairwell to go up to connect to one of the other main stairwells in the downing Hall the stairs only went down this was the points I remember at which I began to get scared no way there's no way these stairs can go down how would anybody get down here here here here the stair will echo at me I should have checked the time I should have been concerned with finishing up my rounds I should have been hungry for lunch I should have ran I started to climb down the stairs this stairwell was unlit and appeared to be much older and in much worse condition than the others it was also much longer much longer after a few minutes of walking down the steps I began to count them at every 12 steps there was a small landing a turn and another set of steps down after 10 landings I reached another door it was unlocked and opened easily the hinges squealed and the echoes died like lost things in the dark i groped against the lap i groped against the left wall for a light switch and there was none I checked the right and the wall was equally smooth I cast the flashlight around but saw nothing nothing forward nothing to either side and nothing above I snapped my fingers listening for the echo I may or may not have heard one I slowly came to realize that the room into which I had entered was enormous cavernous possibly the biggest room I had ever physically experienced I shrank back to the doorway for the moment this room can't be here I said to myself I started to think about going back but I also started to think about wanting to know what was in there I took a step forward and another until I was walking steadily into the room I kept a steady pace counting my steps I looked over my shoulder every few yards using the light from the open doorway to orient myself I walked slowly for a hundred yards 200 yards until I saw us until I saw a dim glow ahead the glow got faintly brighter and larger as I walked toward it another hundred yards and another and three more passed until I could make out a small dim light bulb near a door that door that door was of a different type entirely it was huge 14 feet at least and half again is wide the surface was black metal studded with rivets and bolts mounted on huge hinges across the face of the door graved into the metal were words in some strange looping script that I could not recognize every surface was carved with that script or with strange diagrams made of splayed circled ended lines in the center of the door was a large spoked wheel lock and in the center of the lock was a tiny keyhole above the keyhole was a sigil enclosed in three circles I looked behind me and could not see the light from the stairwell I couldn't see anything at all I have the superhero keychain to the dim lights and flipped through the keys of course those one small battered key that looked as if it might fit I inserted it into the lock and turned it I heard a click and the thud and a sound from within the door like pouring pebbles or dry tea I pulled the key from the lock and grasped the spokes of the wheel lock my heart was racing and sweat was dripping into my eyes I turn the spokes to the left counterclockwise widdershins some buried memory in there some buried memory in my head said and keep turning our widdershins some buried memory my head said and keep turning until the wheels start there was another thud and a crack and then silence the darkness behind me no longer felt empty in fact it felt positively crowded as if I had an audience watching me I stepped back from the door and flashed my lights around still nothing dry empty floor I turned back to the door grasp the large cast iron handles and poles nothing I tried harder putting all of my weight into the pole and at the last moment at the end of my strength I heard another crack and the door groaned open on the draught of cool stinking air the smell was heavy moist and musky I had a flash memory of my mother taking me to the zoo as a child and the smell of the cathouse with the Lions at the thought of the Lions I let go of the handles and stumbled back a bit I carefully shown my light into the yawning black crevice of the open door I saw a short hallway that opened into a small cramped room I saw a filthy rusted metal chair I saw bones small bones I saw or heard or smelled a form so black it seemed to suck in the light from my flashlight I saw a black form rushing towards me running towards me filling the hallway howling and laughing and speaking in a voice that sounded like mountains collapsing I remember fangs and words that turn my bones into rust glass and words that turn my bones into rusted glass I remember feathers and a hands with too many fingers jeweled with something unspeakable and the smell the stink of something long caged I remember wings I don't know how long I wandered in the dark alone under hundreds of feet of rock there was no light there was no way to judge time my flashlight was dead and my cell phone and even the small speck of luminescent paints on my cheap wristwatch were dark there was something wrong with my right leg it hurts but I couldn't see enough to find out why I kept hearing my audience there in that cavernous room I screamed at them I felt one of them touched my face and I threw my flashlight at it the flashlight bounced and rattled and became still somewhere that I was not something laughed later something laughed later I raved and screamed but didn't throw anything else I found the doorway after hours or days of crawling there were no lights in the stairwell after years of climbing I crawled into the first forgotten hallway I sliced my fingers and the crust remains of the light bulbs I packed my satchel I crawled down the hallway and reached the pnei stairwell I hold myself up them and finally out into the boiler room when I staggered out of Downing Hall two full days after going in it was interred in winter daylight and a full police presence five people had been found dead on and around the campus all had been brutally savagely murdered bodies splayed open viscera missing the teeth suggested the teeth mark suggested a wild animal but the murder scenes and the body positioning also displayed a certain intelligence to them there was also the writing carved into the flesh when it was not yet dead meat the cops wouldn't talk about writing the cops wouldn't talk to me either not afterwards when they first saw me stumble out into the daylight covered in blood they assumed that I was the perpetrator they quickly changed their assumptions when the medics pointing out the greenstick fracture the dehydration the concussion and the obvious shock the cops asked a lot of questions and answered as best as I could I told them about the door in the boiler room they couldn't find it they showed me the bare smooth wall from where I had crawled dazed and broken my tracks stopped at the wall two cups tried breaking through the wall in that spot only to meet old brick and older earth past that the cops wanted to know where the long black feathers came from stuck into my clothes and dried blood I didn't know I didn't want to know the cups the medics nobody would look me anymore the scars in my face the deep gouging out writing was not a site that Mohsen want to see I was marked whatever I'd let out whatever I let out whatever it killed and eaten five people and a week later six more it marked me as a friend

Channel: CreepsMcPasta

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Keywords: creepy, pasta, creepypasta, mrcreepypasta, mr, creepypastajr, scary, horror, narration, reading, shock

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Length: 37min 13sec (2233 seconds)

Published: Wed Nov 21 2012