The Holders is a series of creepypasta stories about a quest to obtain a large number of magical items that will bring about the end of the world once they are brought together in one location. Those who wish to take part in recovering the objects are called “Seekers.”
The exact origin of the creepypasta is unknown. Encyclopedia Dramatica cites the origin as the /x/ (paranormal) board on 7chan, while the online fiction wiki PPC Wikia lists the /x/ (paranormal) and /b/ (random) boards on 4chan as the possible point of origin. The earliest archived post on 4chanarchive featuring a Holders story was submitted to the /b/ board on January 1st, 2007.
The first creepypasta was titled “The Holder of The End,” which provides instructions for finding the first of 538 magical objects. Some versions of the story have listed the total number as 2,538.
In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house in you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself “The Holder of the End”. Should a look of child-like fear come over the workers face, you will then be taken to a cell in the building. 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. It is in a language that you will not understand, but your very soul will feel unspeakable fear.
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, do not stop for anything, do not go home, don’t stay at an inn, just keep moving, sleep where your body drops. You will know in the morning if you’ve escaped succesfully.
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. The person will only respond to one question. “What happens when they all come together?”
The person will then stare into your eyes and answer your question in horrifying detail. Many go mad in that very cell, some disappear soon after the meeting, a few end their lives. But most do the worst thing, and look upon the object in the person’s hands. You will want to as well. Be warned that if you do, your death will be one of cruelty and unrelenting horror.
Your death will be in that room, by that person’s hands.
That object is 1 of 538. They must never come together.
On August 18th, 2007, Unexplained Mysteries Forums user Scout submitted a thread asking others what they thought of the series, which received mostly favorable reviews of the stories from the community. On December 22nd, 2007, the site TheHolders.org was registered, which serves as a database for the original creepypastas and fan-made stories about a group of researchers called “The Seekers.” On November 22nd, 2008, several of the stories were featured on the creepypasta blog Midnight Creepypasta. On August 17th, 2010, the “Holder of the End” creepypasta was featured on the Inus Creepy Stuff blog. On July 9th, 2011, a thread about the series was submitted to the Slender Man fan forum Slender Nation.
TheHolders.org database contains a collection parodies of the mythos.
The Holder of Fluffy Kittens
In any city, in any country, go to any pet store or zoo you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself “The Holder of Fluffy Kittens”. Should a look of child-like glee come over the
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worker’s face, you will then be taken into the building, in a long, well lit, windowed corridor. All you will hear is the sound of fluffy kittens meowing, growling, and purring endlessly. It is a language that you do not understand, but your very soul will feel unspeakable happiness.
Should the kittens stop making noise at any time, start tiptoeing, and be as quiet as possible; you don’t want to interrupt naptime. If you do, you’ll have to leave; don’t stop for anything, don’t go home, don’t stay at an inn, just keep moving, sleeping wherever your body drops. You will know in the morning if you’ve escaped successfully. Or you can just offer them some milk as compensation. That works too.
Anyway, after you’ve dealt with that, continue on. Upon reaching the room, all you will see is a gigantic open-air gazebo, with hundreds of cute fluffy kittens huddled in the corners, playing endlessly and cradling something. The kittens will only respond to one question: “What happens when you all grow up?”
They will then stare intently into your eyes and answer your question in horrifying detail. No matter how fluffy the kitten, no matter how cuddly, cute, or playful, all kittens eventually become cats. They will go into excruciating detail of every sofa shredded, every sweater unraveled, every songbird devoured. Many go mad in that very gazebo; others disappear soon after the encounter, and still others end their lives. But most do the worst thing, and make eye contact with one of those kittens. You, too, will be tempted. Be warned that if you do, your snuggling will be one of cruelty and unrelenting horror.
Your death will be in that room, by that kitten’s paws.
That kitten is 0 of 538. They must never grow up. Never.
Holder of Everything
In any city, in any country, go to any hardware store or tool shop you can get yourself to. Once there, go to any employee, sigh in awe, and say “Will you look at all that stuff?”
The employee will proceed to list everything that is for sale. Listen to what he says and do not interrupt, or every tool and instrument noted – every hammer, every wrench, every set of pliers – will play a part in your drawn-out death.
At the end of his listing, ask to see someone who calls himself “The Holder of Everything”. Take the key the employee will give you. The employee will ignore you, going back to whatever business was taking up his attention.
Use the key to go into the bathroom. It will be very small and cramped, giving enough space for only the moldy and stinking toilet and one person. Close the door behind you, lock the door and sit. You will see upon the door various graffiti and writings ranging from the lewdest to the most derogatory. Use a pen that you have brought along and write on the door “How will everything react to their coming?”
For the sake of all that is pure, do not write anything else or do anything else, for the putrid water of the toilet will begin to spill, slowly filling the room until you have drowned in the mixture of water and human waste. You will not be able to open the door at that point.
If you have done the simple task of writing the question, the answer will slowly write itself on the door. The writings will detail the anguish of loss and the death of hope that will follow the eventuality of their coming. All you should hear is the scratching of an invisible pen writing its unholy message on the door. Should you hear anything else, you must immediately close your eyes and bang on the door, screaming. The sounds should cease. Should you not do this, or should the sound continue, failure will entail an eternity of red carnage and gore.
When the writing stops, you will be free to leave. Open the door and walk out of the hardware store. Look at the key.
The key is Object 50 of 538. It will feel frigid every time you touch it. Should it ever warm, your time is at hand.
Holder of Memes
In any city, in any country, go to any internet cafe you can get yourself into, ask the man behind the counter for the one who calls himself “The Holder of Memes”, if the man screams “DO NOT WANT”, you better GTFO that place.
Otherwise, he should ignore you and begin to type something. After awhile of typing, he should say, “Hes in the back” and give you a key with some words on it or something. When you reach the back of the cafe, there will be what appears to be OVER NINE THOUSAND doors all around you, but one door will stand out, for it is glowing.
Approach that door, and should put the key in the keyhole, and open it(do you really need directions on how to open a door?). There will be no light, ecxept for a glow that is radiating off of a small array of computer screens in the distance. Walk towards them. As you approach the screens, should you hear someone shouting “desu” in the background, you should immediately yell “STFU NEWFAG”. Once you reach the screens, there will be a dude in a chair with his back to you, the screens turn an leery color of blue, and the man turns around. Your first reaction might be “HOLY SHIT ITS MOOT”, but dont verbalize it, beacuse if you utter this Holder’s name, Longcat comes out of the darkness and eats you.
He will only respond to one question, and that is “why did you make it”, he will respond with “for the lulz, why else?”. Then he will hand you a flash drive, with the entire interwebz on it. After this, his true form will be revealed, and you better run before he bans your ass.
The iterwebz is object 9001 of 538, how the fuck does that work?
Holder of Dick
Simple. Put your hand on the dick. You are now Holder of the dick.