Creepypasta #1455: A Day Off In Hell

Length: Short

Hell
is a room with two doors.

The
first shuts behind you as you step inside. It locks into the frame, never to
open again. The second door stands at the opposite wall, a solid implacable
barrier, its purpose utterly inscrutible.

As
soon as both doors are closed, your torment commences. The room houses a single
unique punishment, dealt out at the deft sadistic hands of your custodian. You
will scream, you will cry, and as you watch your wounds heal just enough to
keep the pain fresh, there will be nothing you’ll want more than escape.

Once
you have endured 24 hours of punishment, you are permitted a day off.

The
second door will swing open, revealing a bare, soft lit room. Any time you wish
you can pick yourself up and shuffle, unimpeded, through the doorway into the grey
stone room. The space is featureless except, as always, for two doors.

As
the door shuts behind you, your wounds will heal, your pain will subside and
for 24 hours, nothing will happen. There are no special comforts, but in the
quiet absence of ceaseless torment you drink every second like ambrosia.

Here’s
the thing however. When your time is up, when the second door opens and you are
pulled inside, you will be in a new room, with a new tormentor and,
importantly, your new punishment will be noticeably worse.

Some
take a while to notice the pattern. Some notice immediately but just can’t take
the pain. They dash through the door as soon as it opens, eager for a day of
peace. Those people have it the worst. They descend quickly beyond the realms
of imaginable suffering, and their yearning for release will only make those 24
hours more inadequate. All of them will start to think of their earlier
punishments almost fondly, lamenting that they ever set foot in the grey room
but unable to stop.

But
the real trick is played on those who learn restraint. Those who realise the
bone rending torment they’re undergoing is better than anything beyond the grey
room. Their heart breaks a thousand times, every moment they decide not to step
into that next room. Their soul shatters the moment they decide they’re going
to stay in that room.

Hell
is a room with two doors.

The first shuts behind you as you step
inside. It locks into the frame, never to open again. The second door stands at
the opposite wall, open and waiting. Reminding you with every agonising second,
that this is a Hell you chose.

Credits to: NeonTempo (story)