My stomach collided with the floor, sending shockwaves through my body. Gasping for air, I struggled to regain my breath in the unfamiliar surroundings. Everything seemed different from where I had been before. Was I in level 1!? The floor beneath me resembled silver-coloured concrete, adorned with scattered puddles of water. A mysterious fog hung low, and an ominous rebar protruded from the ceiling. A section of the floor lifted slightly, beckoning me towards another level of this sprawling place. Narrow hallways branched off the walls, shrouded in an eerie ghostly hue.
I checked my phone. 1 new notification. My dad.
I don't know why I'm going along with this, but could this be the "entrance?" - Today at 22:13.
One attachment. He was in some abandoned factory, and one of the walls seemed a darker shade and strangely appeared to be blurry. Clutching a blue backpack, he seemed to be ready and determined.
'It could be. Listen, though. If you go in here, you'll most likely die. I don't want that to happen. I didn't want to be here, it wasn't even my fault. And, if you succeed and go to level 0, which you WILL, then there will be no internet for a while unless you find the 'manilla room.' - Today at 22:14.
"I swear if that retard ends up here..."
Glancing at my phone, I noted the time and the remaining battery percentage, a small comfort in this strange place. The internet signal was surprisingly strong, but without a charger, communication with my dad would soon become impossible.
Taking cautious steps forward, I knelt to taste the water, my thirst overwhelming. It had a nutty flavour, reminiscent of almond water. I drank eagerly, savouring the unexpected refreshment.
Another puddle in the distance grabbed my attention, its thick, dark contents contrasting sharply with the surrounding environment. It looked like oil. Nearby, a broken wooden plank caught my eye, its jagged edges promising potential use.
Without much thought, I grabbed the plank and tapped the oily water with it. Instantly, a gurgling sound erupted from the depths, sending a chill down my spine. But it wasn't until an arm coated in the slushy liquid suddenly emerged and snatched the plank from me that fear gripped me tightly.
I recoiled in shock as the arm disappeared back into the depths, dragging the plank with it. The realization of the danger lurking beneath the surface sent a wave of panic through me, making me retreat hastily from the sinister pool. I was relieved that I was still breathing, and not drowning in the unknown liquid with a monster dragging me down.
"What... What was that!?"
With my heart steadily calming down, I explored the place. I walked down a corridor, occasionally hearing footsteps in the distance. I arrived at a door. I yanked the handle. It didn't budge. After pulling it another 3 times, it finally opened. I fell to the ground.
"Finally! Holy fuck!"
I peered inside of the room. It was small, with a couple of crates to the left of it. The other side led to another entrance, but I was determined to open the crates. Scrambling towards it, I pulled off one of the lids and rummaged for any resources. Inside were two bandages; which I stashed in my bag, a chocolate bar; which I instantly wolfed down, a 250ml bottle of almond water; which I also stored in my bag, and two crayons and a pile of hair; which I grasped onto a crayon in case I got lost and could find where I was before from a marking. The other crates were almost empty except for another chocolate bar which I reserved for later, a battery, and two rotting corpses of a rat. I grimaced at the sight of them. One of the rats only had a patch of flesh left, the rest bone. The other one was only beginning to rot and had green acid patches dotted around it. After searching the crates, I wandered towards the entrance. It read,
'TOM'S DINER: 1 MILE AWAY!'
"What is Tom's Diner?" I asked myself, 'It sounds good though!'
After a brief contemplation, I made the decision to try and find Tom's Diner. I passed through the door and I moved forward.
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Liminal Spaces - BackroomsSimp
TerrorHave you ever thought about being trapped in the Backrooms? Well, lucky for you, you're never going to have to worry about it since that'll never happen. For me though? Well, I'm not the luckiest person. Read as a couple of people - including me of...
