''The Tower Experiment'' | EXCLUSIVE EXPERIMENT STORY FROM DR. CREEPEN'S VAULT

a nightmare a recurring dream a coma some kind of eternal damnation if you can work out what the hell is going on in this story please tell me because I haven't got a clue but this is one that immediately intrigued me I knew that I would have to read it for you also I hope you've got 50 minutes to spare for me this evening is it's a long one and I need your help working out what's going on so my dear dear friends sit back and relax with your favorite drink because I've got one crazy story to tell you and it goes something like this the only thing I can remember is this tower I must have been somewhere else before coming here I don't remember anything before this but I know things I know the room I often wake up in is a doctor's office then again those words together don't seem quite right to describe what I call the Check Point office of a doctor made maybe the doctors study it was warm and homey cold in shelves crammed full of books and knickknacks I wonder why I call them that little objects and shapes with no discernible purpose knickknacks there's a couch nestled in a window no but outside the window is nothing but a blank white as a ball on a stand globe yes yes a white globe that sits by this couch I sometimes spin it when the door is locked there is a desk piled high with books each page filled with handwritten scrawl I don't recognise there is one book that I know I think it was blank when I first came here but I can't be sure I don't remember ever arriving here just being off on its own there's a cabinet that stretches from the floor to the ceiling it's as wide as my arms when I hold them out and made of a dark solid wood it's filled with glass bottles with little labels on them and jars filled with cloudy water and plants vials of powders lying the doors and dried flowers and bags of chopped roots hanging from the top there's one other thing in the room sitting atop a carved podium in the center of the room a blood red phone I know it's old and I know it's called a rotary phone every day it rings loud and harsh it always startles me and makes my heart pound I've climbed over the desk and knocked down side tables just to make it stop when I pick it up and put the receiver to my ear I know what to say I'm here sometimes there's a noise after I say this a scream a loud crash a high-pitched tone a rattling breath but sometimes there's nothing I put the receiver back on its cradle and I hear the click at the door unlock if I've ever knocked anything over in the room it has been replaced and sometimes the furniture is a bit different the window the globe of the desk the cabinet books and phone are always there never moving however sometimes there's an extra chair or table sometimes the shelves look different or there's an extra pile of books on the floor after I stop the ringing and I hear a lot click open I know it's time to keep going the stairs sometimes change but my favorite form is that of a curving stairway one side curls flush with the walls of the tower the other looks down into the gaping maw below usually there's a banister but not always when I look over the railing all I can see is stairs winding down down down all the way to eternity a tiny pinprick of black it is the same when I look up a few times I've opened the door and nearly stumbled off but the stairs were narrow and simply hugged a slender pole going up the middle of the town that's rule number one be careful there are a few other rules I've discovered don't touch the phone unless it rings picking it up will cause the tower to shift and noises to erupt from the other end the phone will start it's harsh ringing and an uproar will erupt from its receiver the door will lock so you're trapped in the uproar until a hue collapse in exhaustion another rule don't try to force the door of the phone will scream at you there is sometimes a television in the check point it has a knob you can turn and antennae you can move if the door is locked you can turn the knob and it will light up the room if the lights have gone out sometimes it'll show fizzling bits of black and white if you stare at them long enough he'll sometimes see things it's a good way to pass the time if you're waiting for the phone to ring or you get to a checkpoint early and you aren't tired yet just make sure you turn it off when the door unlocks if you leave the room with it on it will start growling with a low humming sound it'll get louder and louder until it's filled up your head with it's buzzing raw until you fall or go back down and turn it off those are the last two rules don't sleep on the stairs you will wake up with wounds and bruises it'll slow your progress for quite a while and you don't want to be caught in the stairwell after dark finally go up never down I don't know why but when the phone rings and the door unlocks you should never ever go lower than the checkpoint I get uneasy even turning around to turn off the television but the one time I took a step lower out of curiosity I knew that I had just done something terribly wrong I jump back up to the landing and sat down unable to move for quite a time the Check Point door locks behind you so I eventually had to force myself to trudge upward until I reached in the checkpoints again it was always the same basic room and my own book always lay on the desk but somehow I feel like I'm making progress every day it's the same I open my eyes and I'm in the checkpoint sometimes lying down on the couch sometimes sitting at the desk sometimes standing by the door but always at the checkpoint I wait for the phone to ring I answer it the door unlocks and I climb eventually I make it to the checkpoint again I watched the television and leaf through the books or write in my own book until the room darkens and I close my eyes then everything repeats I don't remember a time that anything was different sure sometimes there will be a new piece of furniture in the Check Point or the stairs were somewhat changed but overall my days bleed from one into another in a ceaseless climb upwards that is until now as I climbed up the stairs yesterday I noticed a second step of echoing footsteps right behind my arm it was barely out of synch the strike of my foot on the stone stairs and didn't seem in any hurry that same feeling as when I stepped down instead of up failed me from my feet to my chest threatening to reach his fingers into my head I'm the only one here I've always been the only one here but I'm not the only one climbing the staircase was wood today it curled around a central white hillock accented with an elegant curved handrail and gold brackets the wood was smooth and cool to the touch drawing a smile to my lips as I glided up wooden stairs always seemed more welcoming than iron or stone and it made the stark light that emanated from everywhere and nowhere seemed warmer and more welcoming there were windows on the smooth stone walls as always they were blank and white like someone had built a second wall on the other side after taking a few cautious steps I settled into the rhythm of the new stands they were nice not too steep but not too shallow I craned my neck up noticing that I could see a door hovering on the edge of discernible vision the check point seemed closed today with the hope of a short climb I picked up my pace a little matching the beat of my footsteps on wood to a song that always hung at the edge of my mind my grandfather's clock was too large for its shelf so it stood 90 years on the floor it was taller by half than the old man himself but it weighed not a penny way to more as steady as the ticking of a clock my footsteps echoed up and down the stairway I found myself humming along with the words in my head ninety years without stumbling tick-tock tick-tock his life seconds numbering tick tik-tok but it stopped I stopped short a footstep echoed I hadn't cold read filled me as I stood motionless I strained against the silent buzzing of a still air but heard no more footsteps I slowly continued to walk this time listening for any deviant echoes and trailed behind me craning my neck upward I squinted towards the Check Point it seemed the stairs were tricking me today though I had gone up quite a bit the checkpoint had barely moved I was tired but didn't want to risk resting without knowing how far the checkpoint really was I blinked and the stairs wavered flickering closer to the central pillar as it twisted itself tighter as it rose my frowned looking down at my feet is the pleasant wood drained into the cracks of emerging stone the same quivering fear that filled me when I took that step towards the lower floors rose to my throat as if running from a rising tide I rushed up the stairway ignoring the handrails in fear of them faltering or changing a second set of footsteps echoed seconds and inches behind my own as the tide of dread arose faster looking at my heels and biting at my ankles with another blink the air waved in the stairs sunk into a flats for landing for I stood panting the echoing footsteps at stomps and a heavy silence had draped itself in to the stairwell I signed and slowed to a stop catching my breath and looking around I found my eyes pulled towards the way I came in the ocean of dread that rose behind me was almost tangible with a shuddering sigh I forced my eyes away and looked up towards the Check Point it didn't seem as far up as it had been earlier but I pushed my excitement down knowing that it might very well move the game with breath and composure restored I started up those stairs again it had been a long time since the stairs had been so active in their changes usually things didn't change while I was on the stairs instead waiting until checkpoints to morph but this time the stairs had slid flush with this central pillar roping upward in a tight spiral I kept my fingertips grazing the stone walls it was nice to have walls on both sides instead of just one I couldn't fully extend my arms but the narrow Hall of stone was comforting as I rounded another tight bend the silence was broken by a sharp shattering and clattering around the next curve I sped to find that a window that nestled in the outer wall was broke fractured glass Harvard and spun slowly in the air as if suspended by wire amidst the scattered debris floated a cup and saucer delicately detailed with white flowers I thought I recognized I prodded at one of the glass shards carefully pushing them away until I could take the cup a bit of liquid flushed out a dark sticky mess chunks of stuff floated in it as though it had congealed from being left out for so long cautious sniff made me sick to my stomach it smelled a rot and blood and poison careful not to spill any more I continued up the stairs it was only a few more bends until I was face-to-face with a smooth wall I smiled and looked towards the central pillar the predictable wooden door the checkpoint was there to greet me it had been a long climb today it would be nice to sit down balancing the cup and saucer in one hand I opened the door and pushed my way into the check the cabinet was already open inviting me to store my new prize inside I would sometimes find bottles and jars on the stairs and I always felt the need to hold on to them I squinted at my teacup closely looking at the painted flowers I knew those flowers carefully placing it on the newly formed hollow perfectly suited for a cup and saucer I scanned the dried flowers hanging from the top I finally found a dried bloom that looked the same although it's white petals were yellowed with age above it the words rule extract or dried were written in precise ìletís I peered back into the cup at the liquid inside what exactly was it I noticed that rotten blood smell again with plenty of space in the stairs for the smell to diffuse it wasn't as noticeable but here in the checkpoint it was stifling I searched in the cabinet for an empty jar successfully finding one in the back holding my breath I poured the chunky stuff into the empty jar closing it fast my head spun I felt sick I stepped away from the cabinet for fresh air and went to the desk I wrote about the active day in my book until I felt the air might have sweetened back to the cabinets I picked up the jar and brought it to the desk for better lines the mixture seemed somewhat layered sharp read slurred around dark chunks and bits of pinkish film I frowned and held it up to the dull light of the window and it didn't seem anything just in case it disappeared I described to both the cup and liquid in great detail and attempted to sketch the cobbler it wasn't the best but it will get the point across the light of the tower dim progressing steadily to darkness I closed the book and hurried my way to one of the couches I didn't trust that the room stayed the same in the darkness and I didn't want to stumble around in the dark I could just distinguish the shape of the couch when the room descended into pitch black I felt my way across the room until my fingers touched familiar fabric and lowered myself down in a sigh happy to be finally I was by the door I wish I was asleep instead ignoring my wishes the phone rang clamoring for my attention with his dark scream when I answered it in my usual way I heard a screeching cry in troubled coughing i stiffened knowing better than to try to hang up before the phone was finished the screaming dwindled to a song a cry a whimper then nothing finally the merciful sound of a sharp note played through the phone giving me permission to hang up unlike the other calls this one sent chills down my spine something about that withering life full of suffering and pain finally ebbing away frightened me I rubbed my eyes and looked around the room it had been ransacked sometime between my blinks the furniture that was always in the room was still intact but the extra tables chairs and couches were torn and flipped over the cabinet had been opened and its contents spilled out in the room the rotten blood and poison mixture from the jar was sprinkled amongst the trail of dried plants that snaked his way to the door the vile smell was unleashed into the room stronger than it ever had been i gagged and covered my nose as I follow the trail out at the checkpoint the stairwell was dim today narrow and wrapped around a thin pillar as it traveled it was made of iron grating and the stairway seemed to widen as it went on I couldn't see anything past the stairs and wondered how large the tower had gotten the free side of the stairs opened to darkness and I knew I'd have to be careful without a handrail there was no sign the sickening trail on those stairs I steel myself with a deep breath before looking down the trail that had led me out of the Check Point had turned down the stairs which twisted down into the darkness I couldn't tell if it widened as it went down or not dread nibbling my ankles and I started up to avoid it I hadn't gone up more than a few hundred feet on the second set of footsteps appeared as always just an instant behind my own I looked up to check the distance of the checkpoint and my heart stopped looking down and meet just a floor or two above was it woman her dark eyes were ringed with tired bruises and they widened at the sight or should I say my own eyes widened at the sight of my reflection I flattened myself against the pillar while my doppelganger took off up the stairs I only heard a few of her steps before silence took over It was as though she'd simply disappeared or she'd stopped and was waiting between me in the checkpoint I knew there were other people like me and I remember ever seeing anyone else but just as I knew the names of things in my room I knew that I wasn't the only person I tried in vain to remember what other people look like but all I could recall when my own blurred features from one of the checkpoints occasional mirrors however the reflection I'd just seen was sharp and perfect as lifelike as a twin I still hadn't moved the idea of meeting myself was too much slowly I moved my eyes down the rocks and blood and poison trail that crawl down the stairs looking like a trail of something being dragged downward my gaze went back up which would be worse following the foul trail into the trembling darkness below or continuing upward towards the Check Point and my other the smell from the trail was turning my stomach pulling the ball of sickness upwards into my throat I swallowed it down and hurried upwards pushing my soon burning legs until they trembled and twitch my hands met flat wall and I instinctively turned and threw myself into the checkpoint door crashing into the room and falling to the floor the nausea had finally receded into the pit of my stomach freeing me to gulp down lungfuls of air as I lay on the cold the checkpoint was very bare today only the phone on its podium and a single chair furnished the room my book filled with daily scribblings was crumpled on the floor as if it had been carelessly tossed I picked it up and looked around the room where was my cabinets clutching the book to my chest I inspected the walls of the room it wouldn't be the first time I'd found a hidden alcove in the checkpoints however the walls were flawless and bare I was actually relieved when the lights began to dim the checkpoint hadn't even provided me with a pen to write in my book with so I had a little do other than pace around the tiny room the chair would have to do for tonight it was a simple wooden chair a type that was used with a desk or a table not the type to curl up in and have a snooze there were no arms or cushions so I was left to awkwardly fumble into what felt like a livable position as the gray lights gave way to pitch black I could hear the soft groans and snaps as the tower shifted its many check points and stairs the door clicks shut sealing me inside the safety of the check points for a long while I just lay and breathed focusing on the cool marble floor and the sweetly stagnant air not even a hint of rotten blood points I couldn't find the phone it screamed and screamed but I couldn't find it the door in its frame stood in the otherwise empty checkpoint the room stretched to the horizon fading into an empty gray as its floors melted into the distance nothing no sealing no walls no foe with adrenaline burning my insides I threw myself against the bull a tattoo of bangs sounded from the other side each strike of the door accompanied by the cracking of wood and a booming voice demanding entrance the tower was angry with a resounding roar a crack spiderweb across the door surface cracking and splitting the paint a burning shell flared in my stomach as I ran in the other direction trying to keep my footing as the floor began to tilt upward in an attempt to dump me back to the door with a defiant scream I pushed my legs faster scrambling up the incline with all the strength I had I'd resorted to crawling on my hands and knees when I saw something at the corner of my eye the smallest of flaws in the perfectly empty room a ragged gasp escape my lips as I change direction and crawl towards it on bloodied knees and hands with a groan the floor shuddered and began tilting back to its original position the phone still screamed and the booming voice still punctuated the violent tattoo against the door behind me but at least I had a fighting chance back on my feet I ran towards the growing shape of my cabinets the splintering of wood grew louder as the door bulged outward in a crack echoed through the empty room where is she I had no choice i wrenched the cabinet doors open and threw myself inside feeling my heart jump into my throat as I came into contact not with the edges of the thing but with cold dead ITT I slipped I fell it was dark deep black darkness so thick and inky it felt as though it had substance like I was falling through a thick thicker and thicker the air grew and slower and slower I fell until I lay suspended in the air for a breath that was relaxed floating in the air and cradled in the thick atmosphere I felt safe cloistered in the solid air but the secure was short-lived as the blankets heightened and snaked around my neck and into my mouth filling my nose and mouth and lungs and ears as I struggled against the constricting darkness i bucked and kicked but the binding tightened around me squeezing the last drop of air from my lungs my head began to spin as blood pounded in my ears the world flooded and my body fell limp and with a gas I found myself above water grabbing wildly the cobblestone that's circled around chlorine like a wild animal into my fingers called the edge and I pull myself up and the water was suddenly shallow I looked at the rock wall encircling me it's edgy is a few inches above my head on shaky legs I stunned warmed up using the wall of this well yes using the walls of this well to pull myself up this is right this wasn't that the stairs this one wasn't the checkpoints this was something else walls were absent from this room however unlike the bastardization of a shape white I'd seen earlier this room was dim and full all around the well smart a gently lapping pool of water he lapped against a grassy edge that poured into a sloping field Beyond on the opposite shore grew tall and sturdy sentinels that blocked the view beyond chirps croaks and gibbering caused occur between them melting into the darkness behind the sentence trees the word came to my head but was dismissed as my eyes scanned the lapping shoreline until the tree shrunk into smaller and smaller versions of themselves and that landscape returned to fear this isn't right careful of any shifts I climbed out of the well testing the depth of the pool surroundings despite its appearance the water barely covered the sole of my shoes tiny waves rippled out from my feet kissing the flecks of green that clustered here lilypads i could clearly see stalks diving down from the pass and disappearing into the darkness far below the surface of the rule and yet my feet would barely wait I took a tentative step then another and another repeating the motion with caution until I was close enough to leap from the water to the grassy shores the tug at the corners of my eyes pulled my attention back to the trees on the other shore and my throat tightened their shift ropes ropes hung from every branch thick sinewy things each with a gaping look at it sentiment pain blossomed in my neck and twisted its fingers down my spine and into my ribs that's a my feeling the sensation of wrongness the same I felt when I thought about going down instead of our stumbled into the grass and flung myself towards the field beyond the painful fingers loosened their grips on my ribs retracting further and further up my back until only a dull ache behind my eyes remained I glanced over my shoulder back into the rope strewn woods those sharp throbbing fingers of pain brandished down to my ribs again squeezing my lungs until I jerked my head away I could breathe again with a cold stone of unease settled in my stomach I turned my attention to the endless fields beyond the grass was stock still only moving when I brushed it aside the stalks slowly returned to their original place with a slow resoluteness reminiscent of a Venus flytrap I squinted into the distance far far asked where the grass blurred into haze was a massive shape it seemed more blurred than the rest of the horizon shuddering and wavering as though it was under water I didn't want to go back to the ropes there wasn't much choice I couldn't stay here no I had to get to the checkpoint what if it got dark this place felt more dangerous than the stairs more open and so so distant from the familiarity of the stairs and the safety of the checkpoints when I looked at the rope trees it was all too similar to the feeling that twisted my stomach when I thought about going down instead of up what if what if I was down go up I had to get back up to the checkpoint and my cabinet and collections and journals and even the blood-red phone that screamed and demanded anywhere was better than here still struggling for breath I pushed aside this stagnant grass and trudged towards the distant sheep at first my progress seemed as unmoving as the grass around me but with every step my lungs filled easier and the distant shape began to grow and sharpen into a white dingy cylinder despite this it continued to waver forever shifting its place in the world I stopped squinting atoms it stretched high into the sky surely too far to even be scaled a few paces more and I began to notice the grass sloping down to a lapping shore that stretched into a tree line those same Rope trees bloomed before me stealing my breath as the familiar pain threatened to bring me to my knee oh I was back but how that was but that jittering shape stood in place of the well it's somehow solid and fluid formed shivering around some undefined center but those ropes they were in the trees beyond and behind I was boxed in trapped between dangling ropes that made my head and chest hurt with pounding blood and asphyxia I only had one chance the old pain began to work its way down my spine and around my lungs as I walked towards the shoreline knowing I would have to bear the pain if I was going to get to that flickering town by the time I reached the shoreline the throbbing in my chest left no space for air to flow into my lungs and I was grasping at the space in front of me desperate to find the entrance to the tower that flicked in and out of existence in a final act of desperation I threw my whole weight against the taunting door I must have blacked out because I work with my face pressed to an oddly warm wooden floor unsteadily I fumbled up feeling somewhat at ease now that I was back inside the tower daddy's left me when I looked around the wooden floor seemed to age and rot the further away from me it stretched pristine wood gave way to rough gray boards the gaps of rotten wood growing larger and larger as dirt and grass to go over the floor finally sloping into a shore and I was back at the lake it was as still as glass not even a ripple at the shores or even around the world that stood in the middle of the lake I didn't want to look any higher than the shoreline what if the trees were still there the trees and those choking ropes I must have my courage and drag my eyes upward preparing for the worst but instead of trees and ropes rough hewn stone walls surrounded the area I sighed in relief I will still inside the tower I was still down but that could easily be rectified with the stairs that curved upward from the shore I walked around scouting away from the to still water to access the base of the stairs I stopped short at sight of what was waiting on the stairs a child very young maybe four or five with the short hair so common in small children most of her hair was covered with a Sun Hat that seemed a few sizes too big for she wore a very fancy dress bursting with lace and petticoats and ribbons she looked just like me how long had I been the girl I the other me looked from her velvet shoes and a resounding sense that I should leave gripped me I was I'm blinking gray I stared at me with no sense of malice but also without recognition or any type of thought just a blank unfeeling stare i used towards the stairs I was indeed and down and I knew I needed to get back up I wasn't supposed to be down I felt sick my stomach rolling with heart and bilious fear as I advanced towards the Blessed stairs and the curse it child the taste of it thick on my tongue her eyes followed me craning her neck up as I came closer finally I was at the base of the stairs by now the fear that's sick in my stomach intensified as a thick cloying smell clouded the air around me it seemed to fill my lungs with the heavy stink lessening the space for much-needed air I had to get up I had to reach the checkpoint I had to get back to the monotonous climb I didn't know if I could get past this this this other me I turned away from the child covering my mouth and nose another step and the smell was so thick it seemed to settle on my shoulders weighing me down with his sour heaped a buzzing had started filling the air and I could almost feel the flick of tiny wings against my face as I drew closer what little space was left for air in my lungs was filled and I gagged I recognized the smell the smell of rot and blood and poison desperate for air but slow from the weight on my shoulders to run I pulled myself up the first few stairs and passed her step by step the air grew clearer lighter but still filled with dread as I felt this of my own eyes on me the pressure of her gaze finally left me as I turned a bend in the spiral stairs the relief sigh drained my last speck of energy and I sank to the ground gulping shuddering breaths the air was clean but that fetid smell seemed to be stuck in my nose I wiped it furiously and pulled myself up by the banister I needed to move it was a bad idea to be caught on the stairs after the checkpoint it closed I knew from the air cooing footsteps and flutter of motion above me that I was again not alone in my client the flashes were fleeting hurrying upward I should hurry to keeping my eyes on my own moving feet I went up the stairs as fast as I could without needing to stop as I climbed the polished wooden stairs steadily rippled from brown into a dull and splintered wood and I kept my hand hover just above the withering banister to avoid the splinters and loose nails a slam from above me startled me and I grasped the banister nicking the side of my palm on one of the nails the hiss of pain echo through the tower and I grasped my injured hand to my chest it stung but it was just a nick in the skin nothing serious I turned my gaze up towards the sound at fault I saw something I'd never seen before the top the Check Point above stood right sown at the end of the stairway an arched ceiling no no just a ceiling huh a roof yes yes a roof hovered over the check points door deep chill wafted up from below cutting along my ankles and ushering a heavy stink that I recognized the lights below it began to dim and darkness used its way upward leading hand forgotten I threw myself upward and grabbed the warm pulsing doorknob and open the final door it was different here not like the ropes in the trees or that room in the down not sickening or painful just different like down this place had grass but no Lake no border of rope choked trees just grass and Hill stretching far far far until they faded into nothingness the whole place seemed to breathe rippling through the tall grass with a rush of cool right wind it was wind the breathing hills were only broken by a single gnarled tree it twisted and wild upward reaching towards the unending dome with pointed fingers and there at the base of the rolling roots was me myself that tiny short haired me her I the child the child's hat flew off her head and she took off to Chasen's there was no sickly smell or buzzing cloud in this time instead there was a soft clean smell to the place carried from the grass and hills the other me caught up to the hands and squatted to pick it up she looked up in time to see a small bit of black jump out of the grass and flutter a distance she dropped the Hat and started towards the creature arms outstretched and eyes bright no more than a few steps were skipped before a booming voice echoed from the wall the same one that had screamed at me while it pounded on that door not so far from me a little one startled but far from afraid the child grabbed up her hat and took off towards the tree leaping through the grass like a spirited fall with a crackling and splintering the tree gave a jerk and his limbs began to straighten as it reached a Twiggy arm toward the girl its twisted limbs smooth into long pale fingers that slightly rubbed the child's hair before pulling her towards its now human body as he did the girl looked up at him her eyes filled with love and admiration the creature turned its head to me and the same twisting pain from the ropes curled down my spine he lowered his head so that only his clenched mouth and chin could be seen and the pain settled into the back of her skull no headache go on little one he said are not too far not beyond our hill he gestured to his roots which were fluttering from wood into cloth and a single grasshopper burrowed out and left high the child made a squeaking noise and followed it excitedly attempting to grab it but narrowly missing as it led her away he started after her seems stiff and his pale face were clenched his signs nothing he started in a low voice nothing I can give her will amend for what was done to her I have tried giving her this place to play and discover guiding and caring for her only so much can be done for that little one I hesitated his is that me at that the creature seemed to grow his black robe rippled in a sudden gust of chilling in the fabric struggled to accommodate his growing form stretching tight enough to see the outline of moans his mouth opened and his lips receded to bone as he screamed you you you stupid woman you are the cause of all this snuffed out after mere days and knowing nothing but pain from the moment her little nerves are watch I felt the tiniest of heartbeats stirring inside me causing a deep dark shame I I felt the memory small and irritating is this I understood I had done something wrong I swallowed and looked up at him whispering is this the abortion so deep growl rumbled in his bony chest that you think this is about that removing a bothersome child from your deserving womb by now the ropes were barely threads woven into yellow boat but his face was still blessedly covered No you could have given her a clean painless death a little soul plucked from you and placed into another her body would be destroyed but she would have lived pieces of the revealed bone were flaking away and even his face cover was loosening T's herbs and honey but it's still brew arriving early red and malformed mewling for days and refusing to quiet until your selfish pride wouldn't allow that you thought yourself so pious and true and so concerned were you of that reputation that you would rather make all around you suffer than to admit the slightest of miss snips and when someone someone truly pious and good tried to intervene to rescue the little one from the pain blood a knife cutting slicing sorting by size and concealing in bags taken out to the back of the fields and hid cleaning wiping scrubbing so much bleach she was going to tell I've asked she swore she wouldn't tell but she went back on her word it was supposed to be a secret but if she still came saw me outsider water even after three days it still clung to life she had to quiet it had to make it stop no courage to end the most innocent quickly even after all her suffering she weak cowardly finally it stopped its twitching and writing still by the frigid lake on that winter day so very cowardly its face was exposed fiery hatred blazing behind its empty eyes is its skull cracked yeah so concerned for yourself unable to bear living while others knew what you had done you refuse to accept the deserved repercussions for your sin the Rope pain shooting from a skull and down her spine gasping for breath that couldn't find a way in I was scared I whispered yes I was weak I was wrong but I was so so with a resounding roar the familiar pain racks down her body so terrible that her vision dimmed and her breath stopped a whipping breeze world around her pieces nicking her skin and tearing her clothes high the creature held above the wind yeah so I should damage you inflict you so much bloodshed and pain weeping yet you still say aye aye aye she could hear the cracking and splintering of bone is the creature shifted its fall no longer human no longer anything that should exist it heaved with some unknown efforts now a huge grotesque amalgamation of mismatched bones and tendons the fire behind its eyes was now blazing as is now Servine skull fractured and lowered with the weight of stretching and cracking angles the final splintering sounded his bone erupted from the creatures curved spine twisting and splitting into some broken reflection of a fallen bird oh the creatures scream wracked its own bones caused him into shuddering clattering ace one another no longer coming from just the Beast the cacophony shook the world around her so it churned and flickered sharpening is the border of trees burst forth from the ground closer and closer more trees broke through the soil the bindings of rope growing tighter and tighter on their branches and Trunks as they multiplied ah a warbling tone that joined his cry ah it screamed and beat with the creatures raging voice ringing ringing ringing I picked up the blood-red phone I know what to say I'm here a single shuddering breath came through the phone before being replaced by silence follow closely by a sharp tone at checkpoints lock clicked open and I started my client ever since I can remember it's been the same thing day after day I opened my eyes to the checkpoints answer the phone and I climb sometimes the furniture may change or the stairs might but I can always guarantee to have a window looking out into dim light a globe and books a cabinet for things I might find and the same blood-red phone the door locked behind me and I felt a sudden uneasy notion that I should look down I use my eyes away from the up would go felt a cold dread grip me with such ferocity that I've vaulted myself up with the first few stairs I had to climb my grandfather's clock was too large for show so I stood ninety years on owning the floor he was taller by half than the old man himself but it weighed not a penny weight more after all that was one of the rules ninety years without stumbling tick-tock tick-tock his life seconds numbering tick-tock tick-tock but it stopped short never to go again when the old man died never ever go down [Music] [Music] [Music] well you can't say I didn't warn you what was that all about I have some ideas but I'd love you to UM put forward some suggestions or at least confirm what thoughts are going through my head cos I'm really not sure about that one interesting I wasn't it definitely well that's it for Monday I'll be back again soon enough don't you worry my dear friends and well plans for the channel that I will soon unleash upon you but I'm still thinking about things so look out for some announcements in the next few videos all right I'm gonna be asking for your advice your thoughts on how I should go forward but for now that's it sleep well my dear friends back real soon but for now viola

Channel: Dr. Creepen

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Id: Dd9KlCAKK48

Length: 56min 0sec (3360 seconds)

Published: Mon Nov 06 2017