Creepy Things That Seem Real But Aren’t is a series that explores modern urban legends, bringing you a new tale each week.
In any city, in any country, there’s a mental institution or halfway house where certain Objects wait. There were once 2,538 of these Objects, but 2,000 were lost.
They are kept by THE HOLDERS, and the remaining 538 must never come together. Ever.
They could be anything, the Objects: A music box, a scalpel, the silence of a room in which no one has spoken for countless years. The stories about them come from many sources, not all of which are reliable; but they all tell of the same things. When brought together, these Objects will bring about unimaginably horrific consequences. Few know the details of those consequences– or rather, few have heard the details and held onto their minds– leaving the rest of us to mere speculation. Will the Objects are gathered together, will they bring about the end of the world as we know it? The end of the universe? Or will it be something far, far worse– something we can’t even begin to contemplate? The only way to find out is to know.
Say that you’ve heard of the Objects. Say that they interest you, in a casual sort of way. Say you want to find one– just as for sport, of course, because naturally those Objects can’t actually exist. Then try this: Locate an institution that seems like the sort of place an Object might wait. It could be in your hometown, or it could be halfway across the world; but whatever your choice, go there and do not hesitate to walk in. At the front desk, tell the attendant that you wish to visit The Holder of the End. The attendant will appear frightened, but he will do as he is told. he will take you to a cell hidden deep in an otherwise ignored section of the building. As you walk the halls, you will hear the voice of someone talking to himself. You will not understand the language, but you will also know that it is not a language you would ever wish to understand.
The talking might cease. If it does, stop and say aloud, “I’m just passing through. I wish to talk.” Should the silence remain, leave immediately. Should the voice resume, continue onward. The cell, when you finally reach it, will be a windowless room, and a person will stand in the corner, speaking the language you do not understand and holding something in his arms. The person will not respond to anything you say– unless you ask, “What happens when they all come together?”
The person will look you in the eye and answer your question. You may not wish to know the answer, but once it has been heard, it cannot be unheard. You may lose your mind in that cell. You may disappear. Or, you may choose to look upon the object cradled in the person’s arms.
Your death will be in that room, by that person’s hands, for that person Holds the End.
That object is 1 of 538. They must never come together.