Something lurks down there, but no one lives long enough to describe it.
The rule is that: If you can hear it, pray to god it didn't hear you; If you can see it, it can see you too.
I kept reading that over and over. The idea of being somewhere no one else can normally be fascinated me. Part of me wanted to go, the other part said it was far too dangerous. If i really wanted to, I would need to know exactly how and when to leave. How do you just no clip out of reality? It all sounds so strange. I sat back in my chair and closed my laptop. *Sigh* I got up and walked to my kitchen. It was dark so I turned on the light only to be greeted by a strange yellow light.
"The fuck...." I whispered. I slowly walked toward it. I reached my hand out and everything was suddenly too bright to keep my eyes open....
YOU ARE READING
The Backrooms.
HorrorNOTE!! i do not know who originally came up with the idea of the Backrooms!! If your not careful and noclip out if reality in wrong areas, you'll end up in the backrooms, where it's nothing but the stink of moist carpet, the madness of mono-yello...
