My name is Adira and I am now a seeker.
In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house in you can get yourself to.
I walked up to North Wood Mental Health Hospital.
When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of the End". Should a look of child-like fear come over the workers face, you will then be taken to a cell in the building. It will be in a deep hidden section of the building.
I walked to the desk and asked, "May I see someone who calls himself 'The Holder of the End'?"
As those words left my mouth, the woman at the desk's expression changed from that of boredom to that of child-like fear. She stood up and led me towards a cell. It seemed to be in a deep hidden section of the institution.
All you will hear is the sound of someone talking to themselves echo the halls. It is in a language that you will not understand, but your very soul will feel unspeakable fear.
As we walked down the hall I heard someone speaking in a unknown language, it's silly but I felt terrific fear creep over my body.
Should the talking stop at any time, STOP and QUICKLY say aloud "I'm just passing through, I wish to talk." If you still hear silence, flee. Leave, do not stop for anything, do not go home, don't stay at an inn, just keep moving, and sleep where your body drops. You will know in the morning if you've escaped.
The speaking suddenly stopped. I froze and quickly yelled, "I'm just passing through, I wish to talk!"
I wished and hoped for the voice to come back...
If the voice in the hall comes back after you utter those words continue on.
The voice came back soon after. I sighed in relief and continued to walk, I got to the door and entered.
Upon reaching the cell all you will see is a windowless room with a person in the corner, speaking an unknown language, and cradling something.
A weird person was in the windowless room, he was in the corner, speaking the unknown language. The weirdest part was that he was cradling something, that I couldn't see.
The person will only respond to one question. "What happens when they all come together?"
"What happens when they all come together?" I asked, I had read that is the only thing he will respond to.
The person will then stare into your eyes and answer your question in horrifying detail. Many go mad in that very cell, some disappear soon after the meeting, and a few end their lives.
The person stared into my eyes, I stared back. He began to tell a story, it was about what would happen. He explained it in horrifying detail, I felt like I was about to go insane. I wanted to rip out my ears... I remained eye contact and thought, 'Stay strong...'
But most do the worst thing, and look upon the object in the person's hands. You will want to as well. Be warned that if you do, your death will be one of cruelty and unrelenting horror.
Your death will be in that room, by that person's hands.
I was tempted to look at the item, I refused to allow myself to. I must keep eye contact, do not look. Never look. I somehow kept my sanity.
That object is 1 of 538. They must never come together. Never.
