Found it! The House of Bones is even creepier in person. Can’t believe I’m finally here. The gate was easy to climb and the back door was only lightly secured. Almost like it wanted me to come in. Going inside now—wish me luck!
Place is a total labyrinth. Rooms lead into more rooms, and everything feels wrong, like it was stitched together from different buildings. No signs of life—just dust and decay. But the silence… it’s like the house is holding its breath. And the shadows. It feels wrong.
Been wandering for a while. Each room feels like it’s watching me. Not literally, of course… but the atmosphere here is suffocating. Like I’m not supposed to be here. The architecture makes no sense. Keeps changing, or maybe I’m getting turned around.
Weirdest thing. The whole place just shuddered. Felt it in my bones. Some kind of low vibration. It’s almost… alive? This house is more than just old. Something is wrong here. I can feel it. Going to try to find a way out. Enough exploring for one night.
Floor just collapsed under me! I’m in some kind of tunnel now. Catacombs? There are bones everywhere, like the walls are made of them. This isn’t just an old house. It’s something much worse. I can’t tell which way is up anymore. The tunnels keep shifting.
There's someone else in here. I'm sure of it. I keep seeing - something. A shadow. Someone. But when I turn there is no one there.
Been crawling through these tunnels for what feels like forever. The walls are closing in. Literally. I can barely move. The air is thick and heavy. I’m starting to think this place is alive, and it’s trapping me here. My head is pounding with this constant vibration. Like it’s in sync with my heartbeat.
My shadow is still there.
I found some of them. The disappeared. Or what’s left of them. Their bodies are part of the walls now, fused into the stone. It’s like the house consumed them, made them a part of itself. I don’t know how much longer I can keep going. The tunnels are squeezing tighter.
I’ve no signal. I don’t even know if any of this will post. If you’re reading this, it’s probably too late for me. I’m in the catacombs beneath the House of Bones, and I don’t think I’m getting out. If you’re here, reading this on my phone… then you’re already too close. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
I got out. I don’t know how, but I made it out of the house. Stumbled out into the street, covered in dust. Can’t explain it, but I feel like I left a part of me down there. Can’t shake the feeling that the house is still… with me. That my shadow is still... with me.
Back at work today. Trying to get back to normal. But something’s off. Everything looks the same, but it doesn’t feel the same. It’s like the house is still watching me, even though I’m miles away. Maybe I’m just tired. Haven’t slept much since I got out.
Weird things are happening. Last night, I heard creaking in my apartment. Thought it was the building settling, but the sound… it was too familiar. Too much like the house. And then, this morning, there was a crack in the wall that wasn’t there before. No way I’m sleeping tonight.
I’m at a hotel now. Can’t stay in that apartment. Every time I close my eyes, I feel the walls closing in, just like in the tunnels. The crack from earlier is in the hotel room too. Same shape, same size. I know it sounds crazy, but I think the house is trying to pull me back.
Changed hotels. Different part of town. But it’s happening again. Woke up to find another crack in the wall. And when I ran my hand over it, I swear I felt something pulsing inside, like the walls are breathing. I’m moving again. Can’t stay in one place.
I'm being followed.
I’m losing track of time. Lost count of how many places I’ve stayed. But no matter where I go, the feeling follows. The air gets thicker, the walls start to creak. And there’s this smell… like damp earth, old and sour, just like in the catacombs. I’m not safe anywhere.
I haven’t slept in days. Every time I close my eyes, I see the tunnels, the bones. I can feel the house calling me back, pulling at me. It’s not just in my head. I think it’s trying to take me again. I don’t know how much longer I can fight this.
Something new tonight. I woke up with dirt under my nails, my clothes covered in dust like I’ve been crawling through the tunnels again. But I haven’t left the room. I don’t know what’s real anymore. The line between here and there is blurring. I’m scared to sleep, scared to stay awake.
I’m running out of options. The cracks are everywhere now. Even in places I haven’t been yet, they’re waiting for me. Last night, I heard a low hum coming from the walls. Just like before. The house is getting closer. No matter where I go, it finds me. And that man. That thing. I can't escape.
I can’t keep moving. I’m too tired. I feel like I’m already back there, even though I’m sitting in a room that should be safe. But it’s not. I know it’s not. The house has found me again. I never escaped. I never escaped. I can feel it closing in. The house is everywhere.
