Dear diary,
I don't know what's going on. One moment I was walking into town. The next moment I tripped and fell. Except, the weird part is when I got up, I wasn't in town anymore I was in this weird yellow room.
Writing in here is the only thing keeping me from freaking out. I don't really know what's going on or what this place is. But I was told that if I get lost I should stay where I am. So that's what I'm going to do. I hope someone finds me soon.
I wonder what my parents are doing right now. I wonder if they've noticed I've gone missing yet? I just want to go home!
Signing out,
Catelyn
P.S.
I really really really don't like this place! There's this super annoying buzzing sound and this weird wet spot on the floor! Gross!
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Ragdolls
FanfictionGracie is 13 years old and Catelyn is 12. And they don't know how they came to find themselves in the backrooms. These diary entries tell the story of the two of them as they traverse the backrooms in hopes of escaping.
