My mind was spinning into an attic of unanswerable questions. Who put this here and how did they get my name and not only that how did they know I would make it this far and then a lot of thoughts started hitting my mind as I came to conclusion that this haunted was the reason for all the strange things that were happening in our city, or the strange disappearance of random kids and people sometimes you would see a house today and the next day it's gone like it never existed

I knelt on the cold wood floor and watched myself sitting in that chair, sobbing uncontrollably and begging myself for mercy. It was all too much to process. The house and the management had been playing with me this whole time. My thoughts for some reason turned to my friend and I wondered whether or not he had managed to get this far. If he did, did he met himself sobbing in this very chair, rocking back and forth… I shook those thoughts out of my head; they didn’t matter. I took the knife from under the chair and immediately the other David went quiet.

“David,” He said in my voice, “What do you think you’re going to do?”

I lifted myself from the ground and clenched the knife in my hand.

“I’m going to get out of here.”

David was still sitting in the chair, though he was very calm now. He looked up at me with a slight grin. I couldn’t tell if he was going to laugh or strangle me. Slowly, he got up from the chair and stood, facing me. It was uncanny. His height and even the way he stood matched mine. I felt the rubber hilt of the knife in my hand and gripped it tighter. I don’t know what I was planning on doing with it, but I had a feeling I was going to need it.

“Now,” his voice was slightly deeper than my own. “I’m going to hurt you. I’m going to hurt you and I’m going to keep you here.” I didn’t respond. I just lunged and tackled him to the ground. I had mounted him and looked down, knife poised and ready. He looked up at me, terrified. It was like I was looking in a mirror. Then the hum returned, low and distant, though I still felt it deep in my body. David looked up at me as I looked down at myself. The hum was getting louder and I felt something inside me snap. With one swift motion, I slammed the knife down, but before it pierced my chest, the room was engulfed in darkness and I could feel myself falling… falling… falling…

The darkness around me was like nothing I had experienced up to that point. Room three was dark, but it didn’t come close to what was completely engulfing me. I wasn’t even sure if I was falling after a while. I felt weightless, covered in dark. Then a deep sadness came over me. I felt lost, depressed and alone. The sight of my parents entered my mind. I knew it wasn’t real, but I had seen it and the mind has trouble differentiating between what is real and what isn’t. The sadness only deepened. I was in room nine for what seemed like days. The final room. And that’s exactly what it was: the end. No End House had an end and I had reached it. At that moment, I gave up. I knew I would be in that in-between state forever, accompanied by nothing but darkness. Not even the hum was there to keep me sane.

I had lost all senses. I couldn’t feel myself. I couldn’t hear anything. Sight was completely useless here. I searched for a taste in my mouth and found nothing. I felt disembodied and completely lost. I knew where I was. This was hell. Room nine was hell. Then it happened. A light. One of those stereotypical lights at the end of the tunnel. I felt ground come up from below me and I was standing. After a moment or two of gathering my thoughts and senses, I slowly walked toward that light.

As I approached the light, I realized it was a vertical slit in a heavy curtain. I slowly pushed my way through the slit and found myself back where I started, in the entrance hall of No End House. It was exactly how I had left it, still empty and still adorned with childish Halloween decorations. After everything that had happened that night, I was still wary of where I was. I looked around the place trying to find anything different. Or if it was another big trick made to reduce my morale and make lose hope of not making it out of this place alive again

On the desk was a plain white envelope with my name handwritten on it. Immensely curious, yet still cautious, I mustered up the courage to open the envelope. Inside was a letter that read:

“Dear Mr Williams, Congratulations! You have made it to the end of No End House! Please accept this prize as a token of great achievement. Yours forever, The management of No End House.”

The envelope held a scroll of wisdom untold at last I was victorious against all odds and I could not wait to get home so I could celebrate with my friends

I started laughing, a high-pitched hysterical laugh.

I couldn’t stop laughing. I laughed for what seemed like hours.

I laughed as I walked out to my car, I laughed as I drove home and I laughed as I pulled into my driveway.

I laughed as I reached my house, I laughed as I walked up to my front door and I laughed as I noticed the small number 10 etched into the wood.

As I got home I noticed something was not right, everything has changed, with the scroll still in my hand, they newsletter delivery guy had just dropped some newspapers right before me as I look at the date, it stated 20 October 2120, I could not believe my eyes, I've been stuck in the no end house for nearly a century and I have not aged a day, I'm going to need to figure out how to get back my time but with the scroll at hand, I only need time