Dear Diary,
I'm so happy! I can finally write again. We managed to get out of the boiler room by going through an elevator. And now we're in some sort of office. It's quite strange because I don't know any boiler room that's connected to both a factory and an office. Of course I don't know all that many boiler rooms.
The windows are nice and cool, probably because of the rain. It's almost like the rain knew I would get burned and came specifically for that reason. Gracie says that the rain didn't come just for me, but she also thinks my diary is stupid so I'm not listening to her.
We ended up killing time by drawing on the walls and watching the rain fall. I wonder if anyone will find our drawings? If they do, I wonder what they would think of us?
Your girl,
Catelyn
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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.
