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I am the type of person to find and pick up any junk worth taking home, so when I found three cases that contained VCR tapes, I didn’t hesitate to bring them home. The saying goes, “One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.” I find this to be completely true. It’s always nice to own something new, and to discover whatever old antique you received.

I found the VCR cases while walking home from a diner. I had just eaten with a friend of mine, and after our meals we went our separate ways. I was out of town from my Urban home, and went to the city with my friend. While walking to the bus stop I happened to glance at the dozens of apartment buildings surrounding my vision. I passed by one specific building containing these large concrete steps. Near those steps was one grey rectangle case. It laid scattered at the edge of the blocky steps. Parts of the case remained chipped at some corners. The scene appeared as if someone or something had just thrown the three cases like useless trash.

My curiosity took the best of me, so I decided to crouch down to check out what it was. I picked up one dusty and abused case, and opened the lid. What spilled out from the case and out of my hands were two VCR tapes. They clattered and skipped on the ground below. I took one of the tapes that fell, and searched if there was any description to what it was. At the front of the case had the words written on it, “Stages One & Two.” That one sentence sparked numerous questions to roam inside my mind. I checked out the other tape, and it seemed as if the tapes were a continuation to the stages these cassettes provide. There were a total of three “Stage.”

I organized the two tapes back into their original case, and I closed the lid of the case. I was immediately hooked. I had to find out what these movies were, and if they were anything entertaining. Maybe if they were birth videos, or some sort of family recording, I can try to contact the owner of those clips. I just prayed and hoped that they weren’t something foul and ridiculous like some psychotic couples’ porno experimentation.

With that in mind I departed from the city, and arrived inside my home at around ten in the night. I had been out the whole evening, and was looking forward to spend the night relaxing on my bed with some tortilla chips. I went inside my room, and dropped the three cases on top of my twin sized bed. I spent the whole bus ride home ruminating whether or not I should watch the videos tonight, and decided that I would. It was a Friday afternoon, and I didn’t have anything in my schedule to conclude.

After a quick shower I went to my basement to search for my old VCR player. I hadn’t use it since I was a child when I used to watch recorded episodes of Goosebumps and SpongeBob SquarePants. My basement was polluted with copious amounts of useless junk, and it was a struggle scavenging through all of my old toys. It took me nearly half an hour to finally find my VCR player. When I removed it from a hidden wardrobe I nearly coughed to death. Dust littered the base of the huge box, and I had to control my nose from not entering into a sneezing fit.

I carried the VCR player all the way to my room, hooked it up, and prepared the proper settings to watch the tapes. I grabbed a plate of tortilla chips from my kitchen, and entered my room with a smile across my lips. I had to watch any type of movie with at least my favorite snack. My room was relatively small, which didn’t bother me so much. I had my bed near the corner of my room, and the TV right across from it.

I snatched the case that contained the videos featuring Stage One & Two. I inserted the tape inside my VCR player, and waited patiently to begin. Quickly I turned off the lights from my room, and was left with the TV’s glare to be my only light source. I sat on top of my bed with my chips near reach, and watch the TV with my eyes wide.

The first few seconds showed nothing but a black screen. The corner of the video fuzzed, and the black screen kept on flashing with this white light. Text appeared from the black screen after five seconds of nothingness. It stated, “Stage One & Two.” I moved my head just a bit closer to the screen.

The black screen cut itself off, and showed nothing for a large amount of time. I was close to just ejecting the tape, and throwing everything away. But my movements were put to pause when a man materialized out of the screen. He was in a room that was painted completely white. Behind the man showed no decoration or embellishment to try to make the setting he was placed in in any way appealing. The man himself, however, dressed sharply. He had on a suit, but it was hard to tell what color and texture it was since the video was in black and white. I wondered how old this recording really was. Underneath the suit was a dress shirt that buttoned all the way to his sagging and wrinkled neck. A tie wrapped itself around the man’s neck. He looked around his elderly fifties, but I could be mistaken. His chubby cheeks sagged with lines of wrinkles, and near his eyes were little moles. The man had large, circular eyes, and wore a top hat on top of his snow-white hair.

“Hello there,” the man began. His voice contained a roughness only an old man can produce. It sounded brusque, and his tone seemed rather contempt. “If you so happen to find this tape, and are currently watching it, I suggest you stop right now. Unless, of course, you want to dive into the depths of an adventure. But do not be fool. This is not your typical expedition.” Each time the old man talked his corpulent cheeks would flap. I found this rather amusing.

“This is an experience like no other,” the man continued. “You will be running into the roads and trails of true terror and horror. If you joined me in this passageway, you’d be leading yourself into what it truly feels to have the exact emotion of every fear your body and heart can maintain. This is a psychological rollercoaster in which there is no returning back. You will be entering what I like to call one of the stages of horror. This is Stage One: Gruesome.

“Put this video away, and drop it off wherever you found it if you do not wish to join me in this adventure. But if you are the rare bunch who actually have the audacity and temerity to dive into such a dismal world, then come join me.” The old man placed his hand on the lens of the camera. I could see in perfect detail every inch of his age just by looking at his palms and fingers. More moles coated his hand.

“Place your hand on your TV,” the man commanded. “Do not worry, I will not scare you, yet. But in order to join me you must do this. We must be in perfect sync to experience Stage One. Are you willing to dare?” Was I willing to dare? That was the question. It lingered on out of the TV, and into my cranium. I pondered about what the hell I was watching. I didn’t expect to see something so bizarre as this film. The man just stood there with his palm on the screen, actually waiting for me! It was so surreal. I couldn’t believe or comprehend what was going on. I waited a few seconds to see if the man would move, even an inch, but not a single fiber of his being shifted. I tried to see if the film was on pause, but it wasn’t. Was any of this real?

I didn’t even notice my body slip away from my bed. My legs moved in autopilot as I strolled closer to my TV screen. Was I willing to dare? The question echoed inside my mind as I stepped closer and closer to the screen. Was I willing to dare? I was now only inches away from my bright screen. Was I willing to dare? My hand gingerly raised itself as it shook to maintain its nerves. Was I willing to dare? I placed my clammy palm against the screen on my TV. All I felt was the plastic and glass that my screen was constructed out of. My hand hovered over the screen for over five seconds. I knew nothing would happen. It’s impossible.

But then I felt skin.

In retrospect, I wish I wasn’t willing to dare.

A tiny yelp escaped my lips, but I couldn’t scream any longer since the old man’s hand tug me inside the TV. I felt my body being dragged inside where the old man was. It was a weird transition from my bedroom to where the man was. My body tingled and felt as if it was vibrating as I crossed through worlds.

I landed on the cold, hard, and white floor of the room. All the air left my lungs, and I was breathing with hysteria. I didn’t know what just happened. I lifted myself off the floor, and glimpse around my surroundings. All I saw was white, white, and did I mention white? There was no specific scent or noise that distinguished this room from anything else. The temperature inside was mildly warm.

“So you have decided to join me?” A voice rang inside my mind. It sounded as if it came outside, like an intercom, but I knew for sure it was speaking inside me. “Well, I guess you are a bold one. Well prepare yourself mentally, because in the next minute you will be experiencing one of the first level of horror. This is Stage One: Gruesome. Can your stomach handle the vision? I guess we’ll know soon.”

The voice closed from my mind, and I was left with myself once more. One minute. I didn’t know how to prepare myself, and to be completely honest I didn’t know what I had just sign up for. The video didn’t provide with as much information, yet I chose to enter this forbidden world. The reality of it closed around me, and I panicked. I ran in one direction, and didn’t stop sprinting. The room felt endless. There was no exit. It just felt as if I was running on a treadmill. Nothing I could do would allow me to leave the prison I set myself in.

I regretted my decision as time ticked by. How was any of this possible? There was a part of me that was fascinated by the entire thing, but it didn’t compare to my apprehension. I kept on thinking about the old man’s hand, and how I felt it with my own. I wonder where he was, and why he didn’t demonstrate himself in front of me. He was able to communicate with me through my mind, but where was he exactly?

The room went to darkness. All the brightness that roamed around me shut off, and I was left with nothing but shadows to cross my body and face. A spotlight shot down a couple of inches away from me, and under that spotlight was a woman who was on her knees. She stared high at the ceiling with her head cocked back. Her skin seemed leathery, and she was naked from head to toe. Her brown short hair contained little specks of crumbs and spit.

I looked at her with a confused gaze. The woman vomited. It sprouted up from her mouth, and landed on her face and body. The color of the puke was green mixed with chunky red. There were some layers of the vomit that had little bits of foods in it. Her eyes rolled out of their sockets, and approached my feet.

Another spotlight brightened my surface, and I stared at the two eyeballs that looked directly at me. I jumped back, and screamed at the top of my lungs. As I stumbled back, I bumped into something behind. Once more a spotlight shone next to me, and I saw how I was right next to a man with a giant laceration on his stomach. He held his tummy with both of his arms, and moaned in agony. Organs, intestines, and blood leaked out from the giant gash that was on his gut. It spilled on top of me, and I was flooded with a wave of intestines. Three more spotlight appeared only inches away from me, and they showed people with broken and disfigured limbs crawling towards me. Their arms and legs were bent in wrong angles, and had zombie-like faces. Parts of their bones protruded out from their skin.

I fumbled back from my position, but ended up lying next to the vomiting woman. Her puke smeared all over my palms and legs. She took hold of my arms, and pinned me down to the floor. Her gaping and wretched mouth hovered over my face by only a mere inch. Her loathsome breath traveled through my nose, and I took in the full scent of her disgust. It smelt like rotten rood mixed with diarrhea and garbage bags. She puked all over my face without any warning.

I didn’t have time to react to my demise, since the three men with broken bones took hold of my limbs. They hissed at me between their yellow and disintegrating teeth. I brushed off some of the puke from my eye with my free hand, and was welcomed with the frightful sighting of the three men with their abysmal gazes. A plethora of spotlights shone through the entire room, and I saw a repeated pattern of the same monsters that were enclosing around me. I allowed myself to cry and scream until my lungs and throat ached. I attempted to hustle away from the three men, but for guys who had their arms and legs broken they held with a firm grip.

Another man with his guts falling off came close to me, and allowed his stomach to land on my face. I vomited myself, and it landed directly in my mouth. I began choking. My own puke was straggling me. It went down the wrong hole, and I felt the last inhale I consume drift away from my lungs. The suffocation was unbearable, and I felt the nasty teeth of the men spike down on my arms and legs. I allowed myself to yell one last time, in doing so using the last of the air inside my chest. I knew I was going to die, so might as well make it quicker. The teeth sank deeper and deeper into my skin. I felt my hot blood spill against my body.

Then it all ended.

I was able to breathe again. I swallowed in and gulp down a huge breath of air, and allowed my lungs to feel the ease of being able to breathe once again. The pain and anxiety I felt just moments ago evaporated from my body and mind, and I was left with nothing in the room again. I returned back into the world of nothingness inside the white open space.

“How was that for a ride?” I heard the man ask inside my head. “I can tell just now that you almost pissed yourself. Try to maintain yourself, boy. It’s only the beginning.”

“Just what the hell are you doing to me?” I protested. “What is this? Where the fuck am I? And where the hell are you?”

“None of that matters now,” the man said. “Listen very closely: You chose this route. I didn’t force you to enter inside this world. You did it out of your own command. Now, do not be threatened. This is not some eternal hell you are trapped in. There is a way out, but you must go through Stage Two of true fear. I call this one Stage Two: Horror. This is where we determine just how much strength and psychological power you truly have. This is where you have to endure the worst of the worst. Good luck.”

“Don’t you leave me you bastard!” I howled, but I felt the old man’s presence leave. I waited with trepidation. I expected in less than sixty seconds something horrible was about to occur. Last time it took that long, so maybe this time it’d be the same.

I was correct.

From out in the distance I spotted a little black ball coming towards me. The lights didn’t shut off as I anticipated it would, but left me with complete brightness. The diminutive black ball rolling towards me emerged into something bigger and wider. It seemed as if more than a single black ball was racing in my direction. The width of the blanket of darkness waving at me grew thicker, and expanded left and right. It looked as if a mob of shadows marched at my direction.

The lights of the room became dimmer and dimmer. I noticed this factor with complete fear. As each second ticked by I noticed the area grow darker, and the small black crowd arriving closer and closer to me. The darkness of the room was making it impossible to see what was approaching me, but if I squinted my eyes I could have seen just a glimpse of what they were. They were not black balls rolling towards me to be exact, but instead little spheres with legs crawling at me. The spheres fattened as the lights kept on disappearing, and the legs of the small circles lengthen. Before the last of the remaining light died away, I know what was coming right at me.

They were spiders. Giant, human-size spiders with legs that can tower over me. The last smear of light went away, and I was left to stare at the luminous eyes of each and every individual spider that glared at me. Their eyes were colored green with a red pupil at the center of each of their eyes. I had to pick my head up in order to stare right at them. There were about a dozen of those prodigious spiders, and about a billion of those tiny ones.

The small army of spiders charged at me. Without missing a second for me to escape, they all jumped and swung onto my back and front. I was plummeted by thousands upon thousands of insects. I felt each and every single one of their rapier and needle-like arms and legs travel on my skin. I jumped in order to try to get rid of them, but they kept on piling on top of me. I tried to smack them off from my arm, but their legs were stuck to my body like glue. The giant spiders loomed over me, and only continued to stare at my direction. Every single spider hissed at me between their small little mouths.

I fell down from my position, and landed on top of a mat of spiders. They carried and maintained my weight with their rounded backs. I was moving without my consent. The spiders were dragging me somewhere I didn’t know, at the same time as their brethren were roaming all over my skin. I went to open my mouth, and three spiders crawled in there. I had to swallow the sons of bitches in order to not have them move inside my cheeks. Their scaly arms and legs nearly sliced the inside of my throat as I gulped them down.

A tiny flare of light grew far beyond. The spiders were taking me to this light. I didn’t know if that was a good thing or not, and I didn’t have time to question it. I was too occupied dealing with my nerves that jumped around like a hopping bunny on caffeine. My body shook itself automatically, and I resembled the movements of someone with a seizure. Each time those tiny critters moved on me my body would twitch. I never had much of a phobia for insects, but this incident made me never to want to see another damn bug again. The giant spiders just kept on glaring at me, and I think that was worse. They had eyes close to that of a human. Their eyes looked dead with not a single spark of life left it them. They were droopy, and rendered insecurities all over my mind.

The light that I saw before was indeed a fire. Wood planks remained below the blazing heat. I noticed there were shadows drifting from the fires. The spiders were nearly sprinting at this moment in a sudden rush to reach the flames. As we drew closer to it, I saw the figures that were dancing around the fire in a circle. They were these dark-skinned men and women who were painted with something red all over their bodies. Several inscriptions of some kind of language illiterate to me decorated their skin. The men and women noticed my presence, and all turned their heads to look at me. I saw their horrible faces, and yelled with spiders entering and leaving my mouth. The men and women had misshapen heads. They offered me a smile, and I saw their sharp teeth with not much gratitude. Some of them beat at their chest while yowling like a werewolf once they saw me get closer to them. All of their eyes were blood-shot red, and opened wide.

The spiders flung me out of their grasp, and I fell in the middle of the circle of the men and women. That was when I noticed the printing on the floor. I recognize some of the art and pictures from the moments I researched ancient history. They were ritual drawings. I was being sacrificed. The men and women surrounding me were throwing some type of sand or sulfur at me, which ignited the flame higher. I felt the fire’s hot touch lick my skin.

The men and women danced around me in circles while chanting some native tongue my ears couldn’t comprehend. All the while the spiders were devouring some of the men and women for the fuck of it. So many things were going on I couldn’t concentrate on a single detail. The drawings below me lit up, and the entire circle drawn around me sparked into a fire. The insane men and women laughed with all the air on their lungs. They giggled and chuckled like hyenas, and threw rocks at me while laughing. I huddled up with my arms and legs, and went into a fetal position. I began weeping at that moment. I wanted all of it to end. I wanted all the pain, torture, embarrassment, and annoyance to end. I wanted everything to be finished with. I wanted to die. I just wanted it to end.

And it did.

A force pushed me away from everything, from the laughter, from the fire, from the spiders, and brought me back to my bedroom. I somehow landed on my bed, and tumbled down to the floor. I hit my back, and it roared with agony. In fact, my whole body was screaming with pain and soreness. This didn’t stop me from jumping up, and wondering what the hell just happened. My cheeks were a bit wet from the cries that escaped me, but other than that there was no sign or indication of the trip I had just left. I began thinking it must have all been some terrible, unspeakable dream. But one quick look at my TV made me forget the thought.

There was a single text on the screen along with the shaky black and white screen behind the words. It said, “Insert Tape #2. Or else.” So it wasn’t some nightmare. I don’t know if that made it better or not. The crazy part about the entire situation was that I actually ruminated if whether or not I should put in the second tape. The threat on the screen didn’t intimidate me that much to question if I should do it, but rather my own thrilling mind. Despite how insane and utterly horrific the entire experience was, it was intriguing in a sense. I never had such an exhilarating trip like that before. I was actually thirsty for something more. Something about that tape brought to life a part of me I didn’t expect.

So I snatched the second VCR tape from its case, took the first one away while dropping in on the floor, and inserted the second cassette. It began. The first five seconds showed the white room, which I now recognize like the back of my hand. But after that moment the TV shut off by itself. I was taken back by this sudden action. I noticed how quiet my room really was. I couldn’t help but to feel a cloud of unease storm on top of me.

Hands gripped and snatched my throat. I was only allowed a tiny croaking sound before I could breathe no more. The hands pushed be back all the way to the wall of my room. The hands felt rubbery and wrinkled. The nails were well-trimmed, which I found a blessing. Nevertheless the hands were still chocking me with all the power they contained. I tried to scratch and pull away whatever was grabbing me, but no matter how deep I dug my nails to the hands they wouldn’t give. I reached out to find out who was grabbing me, and touched a soft cloth. It felt like a suit.

“You can’t leave me now, boy,” I heard a voice say. The voice was coming directly next to my ear. I felt the hot and tender breath of a man breathing right next to me. “You listen to me, and you listen carefully.” I pushed my own hands up, and felt two fat cheeks. I knew who it was.

“This is what I want you to do,” the old man from the tapes continued. “I want you to place the two VCR tapes back into their proper case, and place the damn case in some other location. I think you know what is happening now, do you? If you don’t, let me break it down to you.

“I warn you that this was a rollercoaster into the depths of true fear. Well welcome to Stage Three: Terror. This is the reality of things, young man. This is where you truly piss yourself. In this stage it’s all real. There aren’t no dancing monkeys, crawling spiders, or blood to be spilled. No, this is where you know death is just an inch away. This is terror, in which you question your own morale. This is where you innocence dies. Terror is when you know you’re face to face with a man just like yourself, but deep inside that man is a devil that can eliminate your pathetic life. Terror is when you ask yourself if anything of this is real. Terror is what is in front of you at this very moment.

“This is my job in this world, and this is why I created these tapes. I want to demonstrate to the world that there are still true monsters lurking in our world. But do not be so frightened, I won’t kill you. I may have permanently damaged and scarred your mentality, but it’s up to you to decide how to fix that. I heard drugs help, but that’s up to you.

“Anyways, I will kill you if you do not spread my message. I’ll make sure to throw you to the pits of hell, and to make sure every single skin in your body is burned to ashes. Spread my word and horror to the world, and be proud you are a part of my true masterpiece.” The man released his monstrous grip on my neck, and I dropped down on my floor with relief. I took in the best damn breath of my life. I gazed up at the old man. His top hat covered most of his face, but I could still see is flappy cheeks. “Do not forget, or else,” was the last thing he said to me before he drifted away into nothingness.

I did what he told me to do, and I am not too proud of it. A couple of weeks later I went back to the place where I left the case, and was heart-broken when I found that they weren’t there. Now some unlucky S.O.B. is going to experience the scare of his life. If you so happen to find the case with the two tapes, please do yourself the favor and drop them immediately.

But still, that does not change the fact that I feel terribly guilty about the whole thing. The sanity of some poor sucker was in my hands, and I must have torn that person’s life into pieces just by allowing myself to let somebody else pick up those tapes. I’ve contemplated suicide, but I feel as if it’s not enough. Many times I try to raise the gun to my temple, and pull the trigger. But I just can’t seem to do it. I’m a self-sufficient citizens in this world, and I am mildly successful in life. But deep down lies a depress soul that can never overcome the chains of guilt wrapped around my heart.

Also, the images and liveliness of the tapes still dwell inside my imagination and mindset every single damn day. There have been many times I’ve toss and turn on my bed during the middle of the night, unable to sleep. Flashes of those dark and twisted thoughts haunt me as the night rotates. On some days I even fall into a deep hypnosis where I actually believe I am still inside that white room. I see the spiders, the insane men and women, and the disfigured three men trying to attack me. I also feel the presence of his force. I feel his breath at the base of my neck as I fall deeper and deeper into this hallucination. It never leaves you. I can never escape the damage he has caused. His voice rings and hums inside my eardrums. I’m still here. Where do you think you’re going? I won’t hurt you. I just want to scare you, that’s all. You’re going to wake up tomorrow without a single scratch. Let me just pull on your nerves for a bit, okay? It’s like watching a horror movie. It’s only temporary. I just want to SCARE YOU!

I’d wake up with my hair damp, and sweat dripping down from my back. I’d stare at the ceiling for hours and hours, until eventually I’d drop my gaze to the wall across me.

And I’d see him. I’d see his long, dark suit. I’d see his tall top hat. And I’d see his corpulent cheeks jiggle up and down as the man laughs with hysteria. 