The Backrooms is a story of me and my friend group, I hope you enjoy!

NOTE!! 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-yellow, and endless backround noise of fluorescent lights at maximum hum-buzz, and approximately six hundred million square miles of randomly segmented empty rooms to be trapped in.

Oliver winded up in the backrooms. He doesn't know anything about it at all. He's afraid and lonely. He decides to do something very, very stupid. Oliver yells for help, and someone almost immidiately grabs him from behind and covers his mouth. Why? Because there was a weird creature just some meters ahead, and it definitely heard him. If it wasn't for this person, he'd be dead. But why? Why would they do that? "Only to get rid of the stalker", They said.