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UPDATE — The ENDLESS closet Part II

Adan Men
22 min readAug 5, 2023

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They just didn’t quit; they kept knocking at the door, my neighbors. They wanted to talk to me but honestly I had no interest in hearing what they had to say. It had been a few days since me and Emma did our best to escape Ginger Hills, I’ve must driven for what seemed like hours and at first; the plan was simple it was to keep driving; I mean there had to be an exit, right? For the first few days we slept in the car, actually more like I would take naps and Emma, well, she still hadn’t woken up; the poor thing was exhausted and I couldn’t blame her. I think I might of gotten a total of 4 hours of sleep since the moment we started looking for a way out; a way to escape ‘Ginger Hills’. Every time I felt myself dozing off one of my neighbors would find us and approach the car; gibberish spewing out of their mouth, I didn’t bother trying to listen to what they had to say, instead; I would peel out of there with vigorous intent.

This became routine, I would park and close my eyes, as soon as I felt my body become weightless I would usually then hear the ponderous steps of someone getting close; that’s when my eyes would shoot open, I would then turn the engine only to find a new spot to hide. Eventually we ran out of gas, I didn’t have any other choice than to return home. I tried to wake my girlfriend but she didn’t budge, I had to carry her, at first I had no clue in the neighborhood where I was and figured I might be walking for hours, as soon as I turned the corner their was our house; It wasn’t even two blocks away. I didn’t have any logic to this whole ordeal and just accepted whatever the hell this was. I got back inside the house and placed Emma down on our couch, she was still breathing but it was faint and I feared she would never wake up. I threw a blanket over her cold body and kissed her forehead as subtle tears cascaded down my concerned face. I then looked over at our bedroom; the door was wide open exactly how we left it, but even more dreadful was the closet door; it too wide open, darkness pouring out into the living room. With hints of terror swirling around my head I cautiously closed the door to the dire room not wanting to make a sound just in case that ‘thing’ heard we were back. After a few days the knocking started, my neighbors knew we were home, but I remained hidden in the shadows of our living room grabbing at my ears trying to shelter…

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Adan Men
Adan Men

Written by Adan Men

If horror is your jam then my stories will have you on the edge of your seat, get ready to be enthralled into the world of the unexpected and unusual.

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