The Backrooms

Lost

My body's stiff. My head hurts. My whole body feels like it hit a rock. Im scared to open my eyes. Would I be in heaven? Is this heaven, or maybe...

I open my eyes but am immediately blinded by a bright light source. I quickly shut them again.

I'm lying down on some sort of...carpet? Yes. Carpet. And it's...damp. Wet. And it smells, wherever I am. It smells like mould. Most definitely from the carpet. My other senses also start to come back. I can hear a lights hum-buz. Its loud. Very, very loud. The air is stale (except from the smell of mould).

I try to open my eyes again. Slower this time. When I open my eyes, I see a fluorescent light above me. That's where the loud humming is coming from. I twist my head to see more of my surroundings. There's walls. There mono-yellow. It makes the whole room look yellowish. Its weird and kinda hurts my eyes. There's hallways that lead to other rooms and so forth.

I try to get up. My whole body hurts. All my bones ache abd are screaming. I feel like a thousand needles hit me. I hurt so bad. The back off my shirt and pants are a tiny bit damp from being on the wet floor for so long.

My clothing.

I'm wearing a long sleeved turtle neck that's black and skinny jeans. Then it just hit me.

Who am i?

I don't have any memories of who I am. I don't even know how I got here. I check my pockets for any clues.

There's an iPhone. Probably an SE. I turn it on and try to call 911 but my service is down. There's no good connection in this place. And there's a 6 digit code and I don't remember that either so there's no point in wasting my time guessing it. Then I also found an old photo with a small boy that's either 5 or 6 an a tall African American man. They looked so happy. The last thing I found was a letter. It read:

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Dear Elliot,
         I'm sorry but I cant do this no more. I wont be in your stupid play. Its just teaching people of how insufferable humans are. I'm sick of it and I'm sick of you. Only contact me again when you'll put on a play that's at least appropriate for all ages. Goodbye.
                  Sincerely,
                         Allison
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I'm supposing that I'm Elliot. And that this Allison girl is pissed at me. At least I know my name. I also realize that I have glasses on me. Cool circular ones. I of course need them because when I take them off, everything is very blurry.

I decide that I should start walking around and try to find an exit.

This place is huge. There's so many rooms & hallways. Its weird and unsettling. I'm starting to get very irritated by the horrifically loud humming of the lights. Its literally deafening.

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For what feels like days, but probably only a few hours, of walking through this wretched labyrinth, I find a weird little man-sized hole in the wall. I was scared but crawled through it.

What I saw was a room with a table in the middle with lots of paper and weapons on it. There were 2 singular chairs. There was no one else inside the room except me. Thankfully, I was saved from no longer hearing the buzz of fluorescent lights. Nor do I have to smell the mould
either.

The floor was wood and the walls were manilla colored. I decided to look at the papers and see what they had to say. All of them are handwritten which I can not read very good for how faded it is and of how the person writes. Then i saw one little note saying something that was very understandable to read.

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To no-clip, you must run into a wall or object with all the force of your body and you'll be taken to Level 1 where are base alpha is. Good luck.
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This note just made me have more questions. What's level 1? What's a noclip? Where am i? Will i leave? Who am i? I was just getting more and more confused. But at least I knew how to get out of this mould infested place. Whatever level 1 was, hopefully was better than this.

I decided to do the noclip thing. I found a big room and faced one wall. I went to the opposite side of that wall, then ran at it with all my force. I was expecting to get hurt, but instead kept running. I stopped as soon as I notice my running echoing. I opened my eyes to find an empty cement garage for cars.

What. The. Fuck.