Is The Creepypasta NoEnd House Real? The Haunted House Legend Goes A Long Way Back

Table Of Content

• Where Do you Get Your Ideas?
• Episode 28: Circadian lighting’s role in design (DPA Lighting)
• Famous Creepypastas
• Does This Haunted House Actually Exist?
• Episode 31: design through a filmmaker’s lens (Dereck Joubert)
• Share this story
• This weird abode has inspired everything from the "House On Haunted Hil" to a robot hunter's pad.

If I didn’t know any better I would have assumed that I was home and that this was a bad dream. My mind went to David and wondered what room 8 was to him, what it was that the house showed him. I walked around and studied the area. Literally everything was how I left it, right down to the half-eaten Chinese left out next to the sink. I looked over at my computer desk in the family room.

Where Do you Get Your Ideas?

As he explores the building, each room becomes increasingly disturbing, and the narrator begins to wonder if he will ever escape the house. Nick is a Cajun Country native and an Assistant Managing Editor with a focus on TV and features. His humble origin story with CinemaBlend began all the way back in the pre-streaming era, circa 2009, as a freelancing DVD reviewer and TV recapper. If you ever happened to hear his music or read his comics/short stories, you have his sympathy. But “home,” it turns out, isn’t home. And it confronts him with horrors he can’t even begin to deal with.

Episode 28: Circadian lighting’s role in design (DPA Lighting)

Entering the first room alleviated my fears even more. The room was a completely normal attempt at a haunted house, though rather lacking. In each corner was a scarecrow, but not even scary ones. They were the kind you used to see in grade school, with the big smiling faces. Paper ghosts hung from the ceiling, and a fan in the corner added a cold breeze that made them spin. Next to one of the scarecrows was again the only other door in the room.

Famous Creepypastas

I had made it out of the fourth room, but only to enter room 5, and there was no leaving it. I was stopped by a wall that shouldn't have been there. Clearly this isn't an actual mountain.

I did not want to open that door. A feeling of dread hit me so hard I could barely even think. Logic overtook me after a few terrifying moments, and I shook it off and entered the next room. Not to mention the fact that as I knelt on the cold wood floor, I also sat in that chair, sobbing in protest of being hurt by myself.

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It was an empty room, it resembled a waiting room for a doctor's office. She was wearing a soft, white dress that went down to her ankles. She had long blonde hair to the middle of her back and white skin and blue eyes. She was the most frightening thing I had ever seen, and I know that nothing in my life will ever be as unnerving as what I saw in her. While looking at her, I saw something else.

Episode 31: design through a filmmaker’s lens (Dereck Joubert)

He had seen what this place was capable of, and he had witnessed some of the most sanity-testing experiences imaginable. He’d seen it all–or at least he thought. As he walked, David could now hear the tunnel shrinking in from behind. The grinding, sloshing noise of flesh twisting on itself to seal him in made him feel sick again, but he only sped up his walking. After a moment, he heard something that made him stop dead in his tracks. A girl’s — and it wasn’t Maggie’s.

I heard them fly by my face and sting my skin, but I couldn't see a single one. What I saw didn't scare me; it simply surprised me. I couldn't even see the door from where I was; various brush and trees must have blocked my line of sight with the exit. I screamed in protest; I couldn't hear this goddamn sound for another minute. With the exception of the chair's, there were others.

This weird abode has inspired everything from the "House On Haunted Hil" to a robot hunter's pad.

Again, the room was a carbon copy of rooms three and six, but sitting in the usually empty chair was a man. After a few seconds of disbelief, my mind finally accepted the fact that the man sitting in the chair was me. Not someone who looked like me; it was David Williams. I had to get a better look even though I was sure of it.

I entered and immediately went up to my room. There on my bed was my cat, Baskerville. He was the first living thing I had seen all night and I reached to pet him.

My heart sank as I spun around towards the hallway. I got up off my chair, and I could still hear the screams emanating as I walked toward its source. I reached my bedroom door and the screams were now replaced by the hum. It had haunted me the entire time. I slowly opened the door, and I saw inside my room what I had seen on my computer.

I couldn’t tell if he was going to laugh or strangle me. Slowly, he got up from the chair and stood, facing me. 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 had no idea where I was going; the entrance was nowhere in sight and I still hadn't even seen the exit. I tried to run, but I couldn't; my body was exhausted from crawling and dealing with whatever it was that was on me. The handsome Spanish Revival mansion at 2475 Glendower Place in wealthy Los Feliz has long been one of Los Angeles's creepiest mysteries.

When I woke up, I was outside the house. I could feel the cold earth below me. I rolled onto my back and looked up at the night sky. The NoEnd House towered above me, complete with my car parked in the same spot.

The ground wasn’t made of grass or rock or dirt, it was wood paneling. It was the same floor as in the previous rooms. Somehow I was still in that house. There were a few torches mounted to the side of the rock surrounding me, and the cave beyond was pitch black.