Holder of the Seeker

In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway 
house you can get yourself into. When you reach the front desk, ask to 
visit someone who calls themselves "The Holder of the Seeker". A bored 
look will stretch across their face and they will ask you, "Friend or 
Family?" as they shuffle through their papers. Answer promptly, but 
calmly, that you are "The One Who Seeks". They will shoot you a look 
that will make you feel as if you were already committed. Perhaps you 
should be if you are actually considering this voyage. The clerk will 
dismiss you, claiming to have no time for pranks. Do not press the 
issue. You will only be escorted out by the guards, and your attempt 
will be ruined. Leave at once, and place your hand on the door of the 
building. Many who have sought this Holder distinctly remember weeping 
bitterly at this point, though I doubt you will need to. Scream at the 
top of your lungs, with a voice enough to shake the stones "I KNOW THAT 
THEY ARE REAL! DON'T LET THIS END HERE!"
You will feel a hand on your back. Perhaps she will touch your 
shoulder or arm, or perhaps she will tug on your pant-leg. Turn to face 
her, although she will not be there. You will find a run-down shack 
directly across or down the road from you. If a forbidding air seems to 
push you away from it, you know you have found the place. If you wish to
 spare yourself the innumerable horrors of the 538 objects, turn back 
now. No-one will think the less of you. However, if you are brave, steel
 yourself and knock upon the plastic-siding door.
It will slide back, revealing a beautiful woman in an elegant 
dress. Her eyes will be dark-ringed from lack of sleep, and red from 
crying for so many years. So many years. And those brown eyes were so 
vivid once. She will ask you if you truly believe in them. Tell her the 
truth, for if you are lying to her this day she will know. Your quest 
will end here. If you do tell her the truth, and she likes your answer, 
then she will invite you in. Remove your shoes once inside. She is a 
neat freak and would be angry if you tracked anything on the carpet. 
Yes, the inside of this ramshackle place will be opulent, bedecked in 
marble, gold, silks, and fine woods. Some exist here who remember 
building this for her.
Touch nothing as she escorts you into her lounge. Especially 
touch not the crystals. Once inside the lounge, sit at the low table as 
she reclines opposite you. This table is shaped as a bagua, with a 
crystal ball in the center and feet made from effigies of the other 
objects. Do not look at them. Do not touch the ball. There will be time 
for this yet. She will ask you questions. Deep questions about your dark
 secrets. Questions that will lay bare your every sin and failure. If 
she begins to cry, know this: She weeps for you, and she weeps for 
herself. Do not console her.
After a while, she will touch the crystal ball. Do so as well. 
She will ask your name. Give it in full. Your name will drift away into 
the crystal ball. She will ask your birth date. Give it. It too, will 
drift away. She will ask you for your titles, your pseudonyms, your 
sign-on names, your nicknames. All will float away from you and into her
 crystal ball. When she bids you rise, do so, and follow her to her 
bedchamber. Here, she will lay out clothes on the bed and step outside, 
still clutching her crystal ball. Strip yourself naked in front of the 
mirror. Do not leave a single ring on your finger, or in your ear. You 
must be bare of all but your skin. Throw your clothes into the unlit 
fireplace. Dress yourself in the clothes that she laid out for you. Your
 fate will be sealed by the colors of the garments.
Lay down in the bed. Do not lay on your side or on your stomach, 
for if you do, you will lay there for all eternity, never able to sleep,
 but experiencing every nightmare there ever was or will be in every 
moment. Lay still for four minutes and thirteen seconds. If you stir, 
she will not come. When she does come she will be wearing the same 
clothes that you are, and her raven black hair will be deftly brushed. 
Her makeup will be done to a tee, and she will look ever so beautiful. 
This is your last glimpse of true beauty before your long journey of 
horror. She will toss your shoes into the fireplace and light it, 
burning all of your clothes and belongings. She will then lay down next 
to you in the bed, smoothing back your hair as a mother might her child.
 Watch in stillness as hundreds of grotesque servants enter the room. Do
 not look them in their pain-wracked eyes. Do not listen to their sullen
 murmurings. For if you do, they will make sounds that will slowly and 
painfully melt your every bone. They will then take your frameless form 
from the bed and consume you alive, inconsiderate and unworthy person 
you are.
As long as you do not do these things, and you allow her to pet 
you, and you stay absolutely still, you may watch as these servants in 
their black clothing bring in your every belonging and throw it into the
 fire. Do not weep for the loss of these things. The worst is yet to 
come. When all your things have burned to cinders, she will roll over 
and straddle your waist. She will then poke and prod your muscles and 
nerves. At times she will seem to poke at your very marrow. She will 
then rise to her full height and say, "You know what it is you must ask.
 Ask it."
Ask her "Am I the One Chosen to Seek Them?"
This may yet be your last moment with your mind, heart, soul and 
body intact. She will likely begin to cry. Ever harder. Her tears will 
splash down on your chest. She will begin to massage her tears into your
 skin. If at this point her nails dig into you, know that your every lie
 this day has been discovered. Foul creature, how could you lie to her? 
Her tears will leak into your veins and dissolve your will into a 
screaming husk, and you will serve to carry people's belongings for all 
eternity, but never have any of your own.
If, however, she bends over and kisses you on the lips, and your 
white garments touch hers, know that you have been chosen. She will tell
 you of the Holders who have been lost to documentation. She will tell 
you the proper order in which to approach the Holders, so that you may 
seek Them. And by seeking Them, seek Him. She will then whisper into 
your ear your new name, your name as the Seeker of Holders. Know that 
every person who knows of you will not remember any name, pseudonym, 
nickname, or signon you gave them. Only your name as the Seeker of 
Holders. If you stand at the footsteps of any mental institution or 
halfway house and ask the wind to bring you the Bride of the Seeker, her
 home will appear for you as a haven from your troubles.
You are now object 90 out of 538, the Seeker of Holders. Whether 
you seek to gather them or destroy them, we who have gone before you 
pray for your soul.
Do not let us down.