The Backrooms

Descent

Hum
Buzz

Emily wasn't just crazy?

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Buzz

This place is real?

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Buzz

This place is fucking real?

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Buzz

Was I just crazy?

All of my senses were drowned out via the damp smell, intense brightness of the light my eyes were forcefully being adjusted to, and the humming and buzzing of a light.

Looking forward, some lights were flickering on and off rapidly. Nothing but the same room could be seen to my left and right.

Snapping backwards gave little clues to my whereabouts. No signs of human life. I could feel something in this place. 'Human' wouldn't have been the best way to describe what my mind imagined it to be.

Brightness filled my senses, I just woke slept so I don't know what time it was or if the concept of time even existed here. Checking my phone for the time didn't help either.

December 187th, 2098

102:68 pm

Checking my wrist watch revealed it to simply not be there.

Great.

If I knew any better, I would have curled into a ball in the start of the hallway and waited for it to all be over.

However, with my fucking sense of exploration, I decided to venture forth.

I swear, something was calling me towards it, a welcoming voice politely asking me to come forward.

Panic didn't grip me until I had walked for a solid 30 minutes. Sounds eminated from one of the rooms that wasn't humming or buzzing.

Sounded more like nails to a chalkboard than anything I heard in those rooms for the past half an hour of walking.

Glancing in, the room looked completely normal, the plain yellow walls, moist smell.

Upon further examination there was an oven.

Stepping into the room I was greeted by a 8 foot, deformed creature, a neck snapped backwards so, even with its back facing me, Its 'eyes' pierced my soul. Arms that touched the floor, and legs that looked like if a humans kneecaps were smashed back into its legs.

Sickness filled my body, dread and panic soon followed. Movement became impossible as I was grounded to the floor, I couldn't hit it, I couldn't run.

'I am going to die' my mind told me.

My mind wasn't soothed as the monster leaned towards me and layed, what I assume was supposed to be a hand, on my arm.

"You... are afraid..." the thing said in a grainy voice, all without moving anything resembling a mouth.

Getting closer to me, it continued to speak.

"That... is dangerous..."

Speaking wasn't something it did often, it was quiet, soft, and welcoming. All whilst being grainy, like an elderly chainsmoker. A friendly one at that.