We’ve all heard about it. Whether it was in passing or if you took a serious interest in it you know what it is. The dank moldy smell of the moist carpet. The monotone yellow wallpaper. And UGH the constant buzzing of those damn lights. Honestly… I wasn’t much for the whole mythos surrounding it at first.
Sure I saw my fair share of posts about it. Naturally, they crept across my YouTube feed or I’d stumble across a game based around it and get bored very quickly. It was all just a stupid trend to me though—nothing to really get too hyped up about or deeply look into. I actually preferred SCP articles and the Backrooms felt… Well, I dunno… somehow like some kind of ripoff in a sense, at least after people started making endless content about it.
There were all kinds of monsters and different levels and different ways to get to said levels. Most of them were nightmarish from what I could tell but it was nothing new to me… The backrooms. Bleh. At least… That’s how I used to feel about it. If you’ve read this far you can probably guess where this is going. Somehow, some way I ended up trapped here.
It was a normal, boring day. I got up, ate some cereal, and scrolled through my social media feeds like I would any other day. I headed to work and clocked in, hell I even made it halfway through my twelve-hour shift. I still don’t know what happened though. Sitting here, my ass damp and cold, my muscles sore and stiff from all the walking… All I can remember is going to lunch and leaning against a wall so I could slide down it and sit down for a bit.
I’m not much of a social person and eating around smokers wasn’t exactly appetizing. Still, I liked my solitude and being on my own. I’m a writer, though I’ll admit I’m not a very good one. Still, I enjoy it and it makes me happy to put words on a page. Being alone at lunch I could read my work and come up with a few ideas or spell-check certain things while I took a break.
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Now though… well now I’m reconsidering that position. One moment I was chomping down a sandwich I had hastily made before leaving, reading a few lines of a chapter I was working on, and the next I was… here. What was it called? Glitching? Noclipping? I dunno, I guess I somehow noclipped through the wall and found myself stuck here in this hellishly boring place.
I’ve walked for almost a whole day, twisting and turning my way through the endless yellow halls. I thought at first that it was some kind of prank, some rotten nightmare gone wrong. But nope. Here I am. Honestly? I’m a bit terrified. Like I said I never paid much attention to the whole backrooms thing, but from what I did learn there are supposedly horrifying creatures here…
It was all supposed to be a silly creepypasta… just some nice horror fiction to pass the time and yet…
Well… I’m here now and there’s nothing I can really do about it for the moment except press on I suppose. I don’t have much with me in the way of weapons. In fact, all I do have is a half-eaten sandwich, my book bag, and a few notebooks. Oh, and of course my pens. I like collecting pens. I have a ton of them in this little bag of mine.
It’s weird, I know, but they come in so many different shapes, colors, and sizes. I’ve always loved the more strange-looking ones. Anyways, I’m thankful for my weird little collection right now. Being completely alone like this… it does things to a person. I’m not going insane or anything but the quiet, or rather the lack of the sound of people is really starting to get to me. I haven’t heard any strange noises or anything yet, but I’m still not letting my guard down.
That said, I feel like I should leave some kind of record while I’m here. Something I write down in this diary might become useful in the future.
Look, you can think this is a joke or just another creepypasta all you want. But the fact of the matter is that I AM HERE. THIS PLACE IS REAL. And honestly… thinking about the implications of being here of all places is really messing with my head… I’ve been here for a whole day already and I just wanna go home… I’ll write more when something interesting happens, I just hope I can find my way out of here before it's too late...
My luck was never all that good though...