3 Layers of Purgatory [COMPLETE]

1 - backrooms

It was so cold, but overwhelmingly stuffy too. I could barely open my eyes, everything was too bright. I could feel that my body was pressed against a hard and cold floor, like thin carpet that's above concrete. "fuck" i hiss, flinching as i push up on my arm, accidentally applying pressure to my wrist. I slowly reach behind my head, pulling my hood of my hoodie up on my head to block out some light.

I slowly open my eyes, squinting as i stay looking down. Where was i? I didn't recognise the weird dark yellow carpet i was slumped on. Shaking my head, i roll up my sleeve to check the scars on my wrist... they were closed, healed. However they were still red and raw, but they weren't bleeding so that was a positive. I felt so dizzy and weak.

Gripping my hood, i pull it down and stand up slowly. "Where am i?" i whisper to myself, tensing at the unsettling scene in-front of me. It was just hallways, everything with a yellow tint... but something about how it was laid out, everything seemed uneven, but i don't know why.

I rub my eyes, closing them tightly in hopes i was just seeing things wrong but when i open them again, i was still in the room. I pout, folding my arms to keep any heat locked by me... slowly starting to walk forward, not knowing where to go. It was silent, i could hear my own breath, heartbeat, hair brushing on my clothes, any small sound was so loud here.

I bet i could hear a cotton ball falling onto the floor.

As i cluelessly walk through the long hallways, turning corners i didn't know where it would lead... i start to slowly recognise this anonymous place. I frown, glancing behind me and above me... my heart tensing in anxiety as i try not to believe it. "No" i mumble, looking around me in fear... if i was thinking correctly, i wasn't alone in here, even though i'd he so much better if i was.

I look forward, speeding up my steps as i know where i am... therefore also knowing i can't escape here. "I didn't think this was real" i whisper to myself, shaking my head as i stumble round a corner, checking to make sure it was empty. I knew it, i was stuck here... the backrooms.

[ For anyone who doesn't know what the backrooms is: The backrooms is a myth, where people can get trapped inside these rooms which are huge mazes. Inside are usually forms of demons or monsters, and your task is to escape but also survive by hiding from the monster which looks for you. It is known anyone who had entered, never returned. Only 1% manage to escape ]

I look around and tense up, what would be in here with me? I sigh deeply and rub my face, frowning. It was probably just a really creative but cruel joke on me, but at the same time... why would someone do this after i tried to end my life?

I feel my eyes filling with tears slowly, the fact everything was still and silent was slowly driving me insane. "Until i see that 'monster' then i will believe this is a fucked up joke" i mumble, looking around and continuing with my long walk. I didn't know where to go so i just walked aimlessly while trying to keep myself calm and distracted with dumb thoughts like counting the tiles on the roof, counting my footsteps or checking the wallpaper for peeling.

I tense up, checking my pockets for anything. There was nothing, no phone, no drink, no snacks, nothing.

This is when my panic set in, i could die in here. "Hello?" i call out, desperate for someone else to be here to help each-other. I look down at my hands, rubbing them together as i lean on a wall, my body hurting too much to keep walking.

"This isn't funny" i say clearly, but not loudly... looking down at my feet as i yawn slightly. "I'm too tired for-" i begin to call out, but stop abruptly as i hear some sort of deep screech come from further down a hallway. I freeze, gripping my hearing aid and turning it down... as i need hearing aid in both ears, i was slightly deaf. My eyes wide as i stare at where the sound came from. Mentally praying this is some huge fucked up joke.

"Hello?" i call out weakly, regretting even making a noise. In the same place the previous noise came from, a quick huff of what seemed like agitation echoed. I feel my body run cold, i should be running, why can't i move? I stare at the same place, not blinking. A shadow slowly growing around the corner, a large shadow. I feel sick wanting to rise up my throat, looking at the thing down the corridor as it stares directly at me.

It had the face of a normal man, scars on its cheeks and eyes. The mangled and deformed body is what told a different story. It's legs and arms were over grown, the creature standing like a giraffe on all fours... standing at what i'd guess is 9ft tall.

"This isn't real" i whisper to myself, my fight or flight kicking in as i tremble. The creature screeching again before abruptly starting to run towards me, it's arms and legs bending in ways it shouldn't as it moves. I grip the wall and turn around a corner, running as fast as my legs could carry me down anywhere that would take me further away from the monster behind me.

I tense up, the footsteps and spine chilling growls and panting still so close behind me. The fact it was over twice the size of me, means it's faster than me too. So if i started slowing down, I'm fucked.

I keep running, glancing behind me to see it's only a few feet away from me. "Go away!" i scream, wanting to cry and throw up in fear as i look at its deformed body and face. I couldn't breathe...

I grip my chest to try and catch my breath, but it's hard when anxiety is high and i'm running. I turn back around, flinching as a wall is right in-front of me... but before i could react and stop myself, everything went black after the impact crashed into my face... knocking me unconscious.