i kept running, and running, and running. the checkered pattern of the floor and pale white color of the walls seemed to mock me with every time i pass them. the hallway seemed to have no end yet i just kept running forward as there was no other way to go.
i'm getting tired. i'm losing my energy. as every second passes, the stomps of whatever is behind me gets closer.
i don't know for how long i can keep running, i don't know how long i can stay alive.
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from the backrooms.
Paranormal❝ WHERE AM I ??? ❞ backrooms themed drabbles, one-shots & story prompts.
