"The Unfolding Room" (Creepypasta)

my childhood best friends Brian and I fell at a touch shortly after college and I'd only see him through short glimpses of social media posts over the past few years he'd been a respectable mathematician at the college in Massachusetts he taught at and though unmarried he seemed to be generally happy as far as I could gather a man of math and science logic in Lebanese I first thought his account had been hacked into you when his posts began to shift from clever musings about scientific pioneers and math related puzzles to bizarre and almost religious rantings before he disappeared over a month ago Brian would typically post comments about historic events of that day honoring Marie Curie or notifying a very select few about the upcoming Abel prize his other more casual posts would document wine pairings with dinners and an occasional shot of owls and other birds he photographed as a hobby his posts were short witty intelligent and always a bit tongue-in-cheek using double entendres and a few clever jabs at the political or social figure of his choosing but they became cryptic and confusing before people became concerned It was as if a switch was flipped and I'll avoid sharing too much of his private life but I will show you a few posts to demonstrate the shift September 22nd 2017 five-room house puzzle can you cross each wall using a single line with a picture of two rows one with two columns over a row with three shorter ones one person got it correct after a half dozen long one eliciting Brian's calling the fellow had one room short of a five room house [Music] October 1st 2017 invention my dear friends is 93 percent perspiration 6% electricity 4% evaporation and 2% butterscotch Ripple accompanied by a photo of a bowl of ice cream on a picnic table with dense trees in the background October 18th 2017 personal perfect project a photo of him in overalls holding a hammer building a wooden structure a few pictures of him sawing lumber and a fixing doors two frames November 3rd 2017 the nine room paradox 10 weary foot sort travelers all in a woeful plight sought shelter at a wayside in one dark and stormy night nine rooms no more the landlord said have I to offer you two each of eight a single bed but the ninth must serve for two the poem that continued on was from the late 1800s and presented a riddle as to how ten men all seemed to end up with their own room two people answered correctly but Brian didn't reply December 7 M 2017 God hides in plain sight in the fold everything has been lying beneath the surface but it's right there to the response of laughing Dawkins memes and questions of whether he was okay somewhere from his colleagues at University and it became clear he'd been absent from work for some time which was disconcerting December 11th 2017 seeing an old friend today with a strange photo that looked like him endless spiral of blurry framed squares descending inward that was a bit creepy and beyond confusing there applies to the post were mostly from the following weeks from concerned friends and family asking anyone with information to contact them as well as hopeful wishes from his other friends even prayers which normally would have been ironic had it not been for his recent reference to God there was nothing but silence on his end I texted called and emailed him but nothing garnered a response I just hoped he'd show up soon perhaps via an apology post after a vacation on a friends page who'd found him at a clinic recovering from some sort of existential breakdown midlife crisis that changed four days ago when I'd received the cryptic SMS message from Brian's number there was no text just a blurry picture of a hand holding an open wallet and chills crept up my spine as I squinted realizing it was mine my driver's license and my credit cards and the slotted pockets I checked my wallet was still in my jeans and there was no way Brian could have gotten the photo without breaking into my apartment and photographing it in my sleep which was beyond unlikely furthermore the wall that was held in front of the Sun bleached wood of a structure I recognized from my past it was his parents old barn in Lancaster Pennsylvania where we'd played his kids nearly 200 miles away flooding memories of getting splinters from shimmying up wooden beams and falling onto haystacks the dodge hurled potatoes made me smile I hadn't been there in over 25 years and the nostalgia pulled tears of relief over my eyes with the realization that Brian was likely okay I texted him back a few times with inquiries and tried calling but heard no response and grew concerned once more I finally decided that come the weekend I Drive down there to try to put my worries to rest skyscrapers grew further apart from each other as the skies opened on the southwest Drive on the road I planned ways to address him if he'd drooly lost it it was one of my oldest friends and he had contacted me before all others for some reason or another perhaps a stroke had affected his brain and motor functions I just needed to make sure I at least checked on the one lead I had in case he needed my help as the swaying stalks of wheat and corn blurred passed through the framed car window memories mixed with a DejaVu I had not felt in ages the last time I'd been this far into Pennsylvania was said his father's funeral just a year after his mother had passed and though Brian had been smiles and polite conversation his eyes had shown he was beyond devastated by their loss as a GPS guided me down windy roads and past Amish territory a culture of which neither Brian nor his parents shared I began to recognize the curling perimeter of trees and rolling lawn of their farm and residents sure enough Brian's car was in the driveway with his college bumper sticker as well as a very tall stack of wooden planks 12 feet high and maybe eight deep and my mind jumped to the personal project Brian mentioned with his photo of holding a hammer on his page I felt a peculiar unease as I knocked on the house doors and windows finding them all locked before heading to the barn the barn door was slightly ajar and upon glancing in I was dumbstruck within the walls of the vast wooden interior of the barn stood a newer wooden structure of nearly equal size It was as if Brian had decided to build a slightly smaller barn inside of the barn with ceilings sturdy walls and flooring as well as one single door on the left side hundreds of schematics and plans littered the floor and stacked and crumbled piles frantically crinkled and scribbled into with frenzied notes words and numbers were scribbled down in equations and formulas I can't pretend to have understood fractions angles and spirals drawn hastily across large pages of newsprint I called out Brian's name to no response and glanced through more of the notes realizing he had indeed likely lost his mind there were stacks of black and white printouts of cubes within cubes of a spiral over squares I'd recognized as the golden ratio and notes of numbers crossed out with only the number nine circled at the bottom surrounded by an underlined 90 degree angle images of three by three grids and unfolded cubes were crossed out as if proven incorrect with thick black marker other printouts of the nine words of Norse mythology and of biblical passages of a movement of God and Dante's nine circles of hell there were wiki pages on Egyptian history and a group of gods named in need as well as random pages from numerology which I completely refused to believe the Brian I knew would even humor reading let alone print out if it wasn't for his tall looping cursive I used to tease him about I had I would have assumed this was the work of someone else entirely I called out loudly and once more before noticing the blueprints plans for a rectangle nearly a square itself comprised of nine perfect squares of varying size and I remembered from algebra many years ago and the term stuck on the precipice of my mind finally tumbled forth a perfect rectangle 2 5 7 9 16 25 28 33 36 marked the boxes within the box on the diagram and underneath was a blueprint scaled up to 138 by 122 and I realized these numbers might correspond to the massive structure before me Brian are you in here I showed it at a large building within the walls of the barn I approached the strange construction opening the door of the entrance to peek inside vertical beams of cedar stretched between the wooden floor and tall ceiling of the empty room one door was on the wall to the right I fully entered the room that seemed to be about 50 square feet and felt a cold chill on my skin confused at how an additional wall of insulation from the winter air could cause the temperature to drop Brian are you in here I call it loudly my voice echoing flatly off the wooden walls I heard a steady humming once inside that reminded me of a fan but the source seemed to be coming from further within the structure I continued on trying to fight off the uneasy feeling welling in my stomach I walked further to the next doors knob turning it slowly and pushing it open to be assaulted by a horrible stench that filled the darkness I removed my phone and switched on the light before stepping in confused at the feeling of pressure building like growing marbles inside of my ears I stopped in my tracks staring at the decaying body on the floor the white bone peeking through the blocking necrotic flesh that was once a face no no no no Brian I called out walking slowly to the side of his body covering my nose with my jacket sleeve and noticing the matching color he was wearing the same jacket his stained with the noxious fluids of putrefaction I stared for a few moments of the decaying corpse II realized every single article of clothing his jeans his tan work boots in even his tousled hair on tissue paper skin it's the same as my own I kneeled by the putrid body and picked up the wallet by his side and it was my wallet the one Bryan had sent me a photo of every detail was undeniably the same even the wrinkled $20 bills with folds in the same places marked with identical serial numbers my license and the scuff marks on my credit cards they were identical in every way every knick scratch and crease I stared at the rotted body cringing as I gazed into the horrible lipless scream of a mouth able to make out the fillings and the teeth that matched my very own a shiver his horror and madness dripped from my lizard brain when the feeling of immediate danger forced me to my shaky legs and screamed at me to leave I ran back to the door I'd entered from half expecting it to be locked and Beyond relieved it wasn't I spilled back into the first chamber claustrophobia gripping my throat as I ran to the exit and push the door open in confusion as any sense of relief was replaced by dread the door opened to an adjacent room of identical structure wooden an entirety was only a door to the left and the one behind me I had entered from I ran to the other door opening it fast and wheezing with hyperventilation in my peeking confusion I was in another identical room it was impossible the rooms couldn't have been shifted or rearranged the doors were framed and securely constructed in place even if somehow that had been the case of the entrance I came in through was less than two meters from the wall of the barn itself I paced back and forth telling myself it was a dream I'm almost laughing because simply wasn't possible and I tossed some pocket change under the pine floor I continued to the next door noticing the springs on the hinges that closed them automatically for the first time I opened the door to find an identical room yet again and paused as my brain tried to understand the structure I was in to no avail I backtracked to the previous room to find the change missing and I laughed loudly this mad must dissolve the rationale that have been encoded for decades after my brain I pounded on the sturdy pine walls with my fists illuminated by the light of the phone in my other hand and I saw that the signal was present but I was unable to make a call I then noticed the time 9:00 12:00 a.m. and wondered how I could have been in this strange structure for over half a day and what felt like under 20 minutes the shocking confusion of how I'd become trapped slipped slowly away as I peered down at the date in the corner of the phone screen and I blinked an exclamation before sliding to the floor processing the display date December 11 2017 was glowing in a thin white font not January 20th 2018 the day I drove here that date was familiar and it wasn't until I opened the social app to check Brian's page to read his last post that uh nice wrenched my stomach posted fifteen minutes ago seeing an old friend today I read above a now clear photo of my collapsed body and I heard the sound of a door closing from another room if you made it this far I hope you'll follow me on Twitter at Kings spook 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Length: 18min 2sec (1082 seconds)

Published: Wed May 02 2018