The Backrooms in my Basement

  You do not know where you are, everything looks the same. The endless carpeted floors and beige walls, with no differentiation. At this point you do not care where you are going. Why would it matter anyways? And at this point, you think you can hear footsteps echoing through this endless labyrinth. You have no idea if there yours or not. It all started with that kick.

You where home alone, mom was out shopping and dad was at work, so you decided to play some soccer inside. You were kicking the ball around and when it hit the wall something strange happened. When the ball hit the wall there was a hollow thud, not like when it hit other walls. You stopped kicking and walked to the wall. When you ran your finger along it you noticed a line. You stepped back and kicked the wall really hard. The paint cracked, revealing a frame for a door. Your heart beating quicker, you pushed the wall in, and it swung open, revealing a carpeted staircase that led down and turned to the right.

When had this been here? Why was it there? Questions swam around your head, but your feet lead you down the stairs. You went down a few steps and looked around the corner. There was an empty square room with 3 doors, 2 on the same wall and one closet door on the right wall. You turned around to head back up the stairs and stopped in your tracks. Where the secret door had been there where more stairs going up. You could have sworn that you did not go that far down. You run up the stairs and are met with another blank room similar to the one below, except this one does not have any doors. You whimper in panic and run from one end of the room to the other, looking for secret doors in the walls, any way to get out. You ran down the stairs. Surely you must have missed the door. You knew better but your panicking brain wanted to believe otherwise. You were met with blank walls all along the staircase. You stopped and started banging on the walls. You yelled for you mom, for your dad. Tears started streaming down your face. The walls seemed to taunt you.

After a while you stood up slowly. There was no point in crying, you had to find a way out. You took a deep breath and headed down the stairs into the square room with the 3 doors. You walked to the far-left door and took a deep breath before opening it. You were met with a corridor that ended in another turn to the left and a door. You open the door next to it and it led to another blank room with two doors. Finally, you tried the closet and to your surprise found another set of stairs leading down. After thinking for a while, you chose to go down the stairs. It seemed like the best choice out of all of them.

After going down the stairs you arrive to another room. This one is shaped like an L and has four doors inside of it. You start to sweat. What is this place? How did you end up here, not able to get out? You gulp down your panic and go through the closest door. It leads to another room with an arch leading down more stairs. It keeps going like this for a while and you do not know when but soon you realize that you are running. You are running through doors and corridors and rooms and stairs, all with beige carpeting and beige walls, with no sign of life. You start to tear up, running through another set of doors. What was this? Why was this happening to you? Was this a punishment from God?

Your thinking is interrupted as you slide to a stop. Is that what you think it is? Slow, heavy footsteps come from behind a door ahead of you. You smile and let out a gasp of relief and reach for the door handle. Finally, a sign of life! You are saved! You stop with your hand on the handle. What is another person doing in here? This place seems to be closed off from the outside world. Was this person really a friend? You gulp and ask who was there through the door. The receding footsteps stop and for a few seconds you think that the person is gone. Then the footsteps start up again, but faster and becoming louder. You panic run through another door. As you run down a corridor you hear the door behind you slam open and your stomach drops as a muffled inhuman groan reverberates through the hall.

You take off down the hall, again speeding through doors with your heart pounding in your ears. The footsteps stomp close behind. You jump down a set of stairs and smash into the wall. You stagger down into another room dazed but come to your senses hearing the footsteps clomp down the steps. It takes a few seconds for your brain to understand but as you speed through rooms you start to notice that they are not empty anymore. There are chairs and tables through out the rooms. You notice this but you do not have much time to think about it because you have to focus on running. Soon more complex furniture like dressers start to appear. As you enter a U-shaped room you get an idea. You slam the door shut behind you and quickly push a dresser in front of the door. And just in time as well, as the footsteps approach the door and the door shakes as whatever has been chasing you bangs into it. There is a guttural groan from the other side and the footsteps fade away.

Your heartbeat slows down, and you sit down, panting from running from that much. You cover your face with your hands. Had you died? Was this some kind of sick after life? You get up after a while and give a big sigh. Sitting there doing nothing was not going to get you out of there. You head towards the only door in the room. Instead of running you walk now. You do not see any point in running, but you still check around the corners just in case there is someone there.

Soon you notice that two things are happening. More furniture is appearing, like beds and shelves. Also, you notice that you cannot find any more stairs. While before there where stairs at almost every corner going down, now there seems to be none. You keep wandering, taking breaks on the beds and chairs. Food and drinks start to appear on the furniture, which Is lucky since you were getting pretty hungry. You go through an arch leading out of a corridor and are met with a sight that stops you dead. Infront of you there is a set of stairs, but it is going up. You think to yourself that you must have turned backwards but remind yourself that you have been going forwards this whole time.

You run up the stairs as fast as you can and are met with a shocking sight. It is the same room that you first saw at the beginning of this whole voyage, expect its furnished with all of the things your real basement is furnished with. Your heart beating, you run to the stairs and run up, only to be met with a blank wall. At this point you are on the verge of tears. You punch the dead end in frustration. The wall cracks. You stop and punch it again. It cracks more. You kick it as hard as you can. The wall swings open to reveal your basement. Sitting there on the couch is your family. And sitting with them is you.