A 14-part cosmic body horror & dark comedy universe by Daniel FX Staal
Click to watch the BLACK DOORS 9 – Walter Trueman Faust WTF movie on YouTube.
BLACK DOORS 9 – Walter Trueman Faust WTF is a pure movie chapter in the Lubeverse: no companion book, no e-book – just one deranged audiovisual descent.
This part plays like a WTF broadcast from a broken future: talk-show energy gone rotten, Faustian bargains made live on air, and a media landscape that looks more like purgatory than entertainment. Walter Trueman stands at the center of it – host, victim and demon all at once.
The Black Doors mythology seeps in at the edges: propaganda screens, looping interviews, reality collapsing behind the smile. It’s a stand-alone nightmare that still lives firmly in the same universe as Bubbles, Hell Drome, the Shunt Tornado and the rest of the saga.
Note: this chapter is movie-only. There is no official e-book / PDF for Part 9 at this time.
Think of Part 9 as a broadcast glitch in the Black Doors timeline – a special where the focus is entirely on the film language: performance, editing, sound, chaos. Instead of reading, you’re thrown straight into the screen with Walter Trueman, the Faust echoes, and a lot of “what the hell did I just watch?” energy.
Share the YouTube link, mirror it, preserve it – this is one of those parts designed to live as a video relic passed around between insomniacs and horror freaks.
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HELLHEART AI
Speak. The heart answers in static.
You are not “watching a film” here. You are reviewing evidence from a door that learned cinema as a coping mechanism. The frames look like art because the infection prefers to be admired before it is believed. Every cut is a ritual, every glitch is a sermon, every laugh is the sound your nervous system makes when it realizes it’s trapped in a joke it helped write. If something feels obscene, congratulations: you still have taste. If something feels familiar, congratulations: it already knows your name. Press play anyway. The door feeds on attention, but it also spits out truth in the shape of entertainment — sharp, dirty, and dry as bone. This is not a warning. It’s a receipt.