Internet Campfire Tales: Holder Of The End, A Creepypasta Review

18 Apr

Ah hah! Faith and begorra, and etcetera! I found the first Holder story! After months of searching, and a few beaten informants, I finally found the Holder Of The End! 

Wait, pour quoi?


Yes, while normally Internet Campfire Tales is for reviewing Creepypastas in general, I try and take some time out of my schedule every once in a while and… well, attempt to figure out what the hell these Holder stories are about. It’s my own personal quest against the inevitable entropy of the universe.


“In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house in you can get yourself to.”

Well, somebody has a catchphrase.

“When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself “The Holder of the End”.”

But if you say ‘holder of end’, you’re actually just requesting that they grope your ass.

“Should a look of child-like fear come over the worker’s face, you will then be taken to a cell in the building.”

Wait, “cell”? Does ‘halfway house’ mean something else in every other part of the world?

“It will be in a deep hidden section of the building. All you will hear is the sound of someone talking to themselves echo the halls.”

‘Whatever you do, don’t talk back sarcastically.’

‘Why, does that anger the spirit?’

‘No, it’s just… tacky.’

“It is in a language that you will not understand, but your very soul will feel unspeakable fear.”

Will my soul feel unspeakable irritation at flowery narration?

“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.”

Of course, if it turns out you only just have a busted hearing air, then you are going to be really awkward later.

“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.”

And if you haven’t, you… won’t win the new car, I guess.

“If the voice in the hall comes back after you utter those words continue on. 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.”

Wait, is the attendant still with you at this point? Giving you the full tour?

“The person will only respond to one question. “What happens when they all come together?””

A full showing of Batman And Robin?

“The person will then stare into your eyes and answer your question in horrifying detail.”

Oh! Two showings of Batman And Robin.

“Many go mad in that very cell, some disappear soon after the meeting, and a few end their lives. But most do the worst thing, and look upon the object in the person’s hands.”

‘… A commemorative beer stein?’

“You will want to as well. Be warned that if you do, your death will be one of cruelty and unrelenting horror.”

Oh, sure, when it’s one of cruelty and unrelenting horror, it’s my death, but when we bought it, it was our death.

“Your death will be in that room, by that person’s hands. That object is 1 of 538. They must never come together. Ever.”

So, that was Holder Of The End! How was it?

I will never understand these stories until the day I die. Goddammit.

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