The Backrooms are dangerous, they run deep INSIDE our own reality, meaning there is no physical way to enter it. Rather, a person enters the Backrooms when in a state of deep despair, or during deep sleep. To most it is a fictional realm in which someone finds themselves trapped but some say they have actually been there, physically. Well, lets explore that. Below is a fictional short story I have written specifically for my blog. It is written as a first person narrative. The character is telling her story of the experiences she had in the Backrooms. Do leave your comment if you wish. TY
My name Reyna Salano and I'm 19. I attend the local community college while working part-time as a Target associate. One day, my roommates and I went out for our usual Friday hang out at Buffalo Wild Wings to chat about anything that came to mind, most of the time it was about men.
After we were there for two hours, Teresa's boyfriend walked into the restaurant. Teresa waved him over and he came and sat down with us. "Hey babe, what are you guys talking about? I hope not about me." He said and gave her a kiss.
"Really? You think
every conversation is about you?" said Teresa, with a Latin accent. Teresa
loved his cockiness and bravado, but I was never fond of his personality. I
often wonder what attracted her to him. After a while, I looked at the time on
my phone and I made an excuse to leave early. "Hey guys, I'm gonna head home. I have a
class tomorrow morning, and I have work after." Teresa looked at the time
on her phone. "It’s only 9:30, I thought you were
gonna stay till midnight? This place doesn’t close until one in the morning.
Stay," she insisted. I pressed my lips together and smiled, "Um, no.
I need my sleep, sorry guys."
"Oh, okay, drive
carefully," said Teresa. She turned her attention back to her boyfriend.
"We'll see you at home," said Mary.
I gathered my belongings.
"See you guys later," I said.
Teresa, Mary, and I are roommates and we’ve been renting the two-bedroom condo
for about two years. Mary works at an Amazon facility, she is satisfied with
where she works and chooses not to attend college, she says she really doesn’t
have the time, and Teresa works at a dental office as a receptionist. At the
time, I was the only one attending college and I was the youngest of the three.
Teresa was 23, Mary 22 and I was 18. Our sleeping arrangements were as follows:
Mary slept on the sleeper couch in the living room, while I took one room and Teresa
took the other. I drove home and got
ready for bed. However, I lay in bed staring up at the ceiling; time went by. Teresa
and Mary got home around two in the morning. “2am?" I said to
myself and sighed. I rolled over and listened as they talked for a bit,
then they quieted down and turned in for the night. A breeze was blowing
outside, and I could hear a branch from a tree lightly tapping at my window. I
soon drifted off to sleep. Around four in the morning, I awoke with a
start. I had a weird vivid dream which jolted me out of sleep, leaving me with
a feeling of uneasiness and trepidation. I rubbed my eyes as I lay in bed and
stretched my arms over my head. I let out a heavy sigh and sat up.”
I could hear Teresa
snoring in the next room. Mary doesn't snore, thank God. I decided to go
downstairs to get a cup of water. The only light in the room was the dimly lit
cabinet lights. I drank some water and placed the cup by the sink on the
counter, then tiptoed upstairs.
As I walked into my room, I suddenly tripped.
A sudden dizziness came over me as well. “Damn it,” I said to myself. I was
afraid that I would wake them up. As I stood up, I found myself not in my room! I
caught my breath and looked around.
“What the Hell,” I said to myself, my mouth dropped.
I took a few steps forward. I was faced with randomly generated rooms
interconnected with one another. The wallpaper, ceiling and carpet were a dull
dirty yellow color. There were fluorescent lights hanging over my head, like
the ones found in many buildings from the 70’s or 80’s. I was flabbergasted, and I stood there
paralyzed. My heart raced.
“Am I
dreaming? Where am I?” I mused.
There was a muggy smell in the air and the sound of the florescent lights buzzing
overhead was annoying. I
realized that this place looked like something from my dream. I was shocked, I
didn’t know what to do and I was barefooted too since I just got out of bed and
didn’t put on my slippers beforehand.
The carpet felt moist and gross. I curiously
walked forward, not knowing how I got there and afraid that I would bump into
something or someone that would harm me. I did not have a weapon, not even my
hand taser that I usually have in my purse and my feet were bare. I cautiously
walked around the maze of endless rooms, and hallways, while all the while the
noise of the fluorescent lights sounded above me like a hoard of bees buzzing
around. The place appeared desolate; no other person was around. After a while
of wandering, which felt like eternity, panic set in and I realized that I would
never find a way out. I had the sunken feeling that I wasn’t going to leave at
all. I was becoming hungry, thirsty, and weary. I sat down with my back against
one of the walls, pondering, reevaluating what happened. I facepalmed, took a
deep breath and stood up.
I began to run, well more of a jog, then
stopped when I heard a sound coming from afar. I caught my breath and listened.
There are many strange rooms and hallways but it seems as though I am the
only one in here but what was that sound? I thought to myself. I dare not
call out for help. I don’t know what was coming toward me, but I turned on my
heels and ran back the way I came; however the walls seemed to have changed, I
was confused and frustrated. The florescent lights buzzed above, confusing me.
One of the walls looked a little different from the others, a little darker in
color but I didn't pay attention to it at the time. “Am I dreaming? I
must be because this can’t be happening,” I mused, and I heard the
sound again, something strange, scrapping along the walls, but the sound was
still too far away to be of any concern. The florescent lights above sounded
louder and
flickered, sometimes the sound was deafening.
I
decided to continue my journey through the yellow crazy maze and perhaps I will
find my way out eventually. My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt like a
mouse trapped, trying to find the exit. A part of me wanted to believe that
this was a dream, a nightmare but instinct told me that it wasn’t. As I turned
a corner, I came across a Nike tee shirt and Nike Air Max shoes. I picked it up
and inspected the shoe, I saw some dried blood on it. I gasped and dropped it.
I took a step back and looked around, wide eyed. I was worried that whatever killed the person
who owned those shoes might still be around. I
was dizzy with fear, my heart pounded, and I took a deep breath; continued
through the ominous yellow labyrinth.
“There’s a killer in this place, something
killing people. I must be careful, or I will end up like that person.” I stopped and listened. My ears strained as I
could hear a low growl, but it was still far from me, not a cause for alarm.
However, I remained vigilant. I breathed a sigh of relief. The musky smell
lingered in the air; the moist carpet squish at every step my bare feet took.
Lucky that in some areas, the carpet was somewhat dry.
“I will find a way out,” I kept telling
myself. I have faith. I would find a way out but as I continued to journey
through the maze, I turned a corner and stopped. “What is this?” I said to
myself. I found a mini camcorder next to the case. I picked it up and looked at
it. It was an older model of a Panasonic mini camcorder. “I wonder where
this came from?” I walked to a secluded corner where I felt safe. It had a
tape inside, and I played it. I quickly turned down the
volume. I held my breath, and looked around, my heart pounding. I waited a few minutes then
exhaled. Whatever was out there, did not hear me so I took out the earplugs
from the case, placed one into my ear and plugged it into the camera. The video
consisted of these teens who were maybe two years younger than me. The date is
April 26th 2009, they were ghost hunting at an abandoned old house.
As I looked through the video, the footage glitched and became blurry at
times. The young men, joked
around about meeting a ghoul or ghost or coming across something otherworldly.
“Hey, we might slip into
another dimension or something,” one of them joked.
“Very funny,” said the African/American
boy who was holding the camera. He turned the camera around and introduced
himself and his friends.
“I am Jet this is Mike
and Victor, we are the Truth Seekers, we go to abandoned places and
search for the paranormal,” he said. “They must have a YouTube channel,”
I mused.
“Yeah, so we upload a new video every Friday
on our YouTube Channel, please give us a thumbs up on this video and subscribe to our channel,” said
Mike. They proceeded to go inside the house and look around. Nothing special,
just old furniture and a lot of dust everywhere. The curtains of the house were
half hung by the rods, the rooms looked as if whoever lived there before, left
abruptly many years ago. Jet had the camcorder and the other two had some ghost
hunting gadgets. When Jet entered one of the rooms it was then that the camera
glitched and he found himself in the Backrooms.
“What the Hell is this!” he exclaimed as he
slowly stood up. At that point the camera must have been facing down because I
couldn’t see anything but the carpet. He lifted the camera to check if it was
still recording.
“Good, it is recording,” he said, breathing a
sigh of relief. He moved ahead at a slow pace, similar to how I did when I first
got here. He just kept walking, but eventually, he broke into a run down the
hallways, glancing around and breathing hard with each step. I can tell he was
afraid and frustrated because I heard it in his breathing, but he kept filming
and pushing onward.
“Wow, I can’t believe this place, it’s
endless,” he said to himself. He called out to his friends but there was no
response. He began to panic. He stopped for a moment as though he had heard
something.
He slowly turned
around. He heard scratching on the walls but couldn’t see anything. He started
to run.
On
occasion he would turn the camera back to catch something but there was
nothing. Then he stopped cold on his feet and was in a room with many columns.
He saw something that frightened him. He
points the camera in that direction. The camera caught a grotesque looking
creature, something out of Hell. It had the head of a Human but acted like a
hound. It crawled on all fours much like one of them. I honestly thought it was
a werewolf. The back legs were twisted like the hind legs of a dog, and the
claws were sharp. It was as though someone cut the head off a person and sewed
it onto the body. The most horrific part of the creature was its face. You
couldn’t see it under the matted hair, but its eyes glowed as it glared at him. When it opened its wide maw, it had several rows of teeth. When I saw it on the
video my mouth dropped; I was beside myself. “Is that real?” I asked myself. He
continued running but I heard on the video the creature close behind. Jet
couldn’t find a way out; it was then he dropped the camera and the case; he
kept on running, as the camera caught footage of him running away. The creature
lunged at him in a heartbeat and that was the end. After I watched it, I sprung
up and put the camera securely into the case, hung the strap of the case
diagonally around me and continued the trek through the Backrooms as quickly as
possible. I came across a strange wooden crate, but I ignored it as I heard
that familiar sound again, the same sound that was in the video and the same
sound I heard earlier. I gulped and stopped. I held my breath, and I slowly
turned around. The creature was a few yards away from me, so I ran, as if my
life depended on it because it did. It was strong, fast and I could feel its
breath on my heels. My heart raced and the only thing that ran through my mind
was finding a way out. Then I remembered the strange wall, the weird looking
wall. It was then when I heard something say, “Go through it.” Maybe
it was my Guardian Angel, I don’t know. “Yes, that’s where I have to go,”
I thought to myself. I can hear my own heart pounding, but I can hear that
thing pouncing its feet on the moldy carpet as each step brought it closer to
me. I was never very religious but at that moment, I recited the Lord’s Prayer
in my head. The creature was hungry, and it was not going to stop until it
caught me.
“God, help me find the way out,” I shouted. As
I continued, the creature was gaining on me, then I turned a corner and saw it,
the wall. I ran right at it, hoping to make it through or that I would knock
myself out, so I wouldn’t feel a thing when the creature’s teeth sink into me. I
was thinking that death will be swift. I went right through the wall, but the
creature managed to rip a piece of the hem from my bottom pajamas. I
screamed as I flowed through emptiness, a void, then suddenly I was thrust into
a small room. I hit hard against the door. I thought I was still in the
Backrooms, but I looked around and it was a storage room under some stairs in a
house. I breathed heavily, catching my breath. I slowly opened the
door and crawled out, limping. I quickly looked at my ankle where the creature
tore my pajamas, it scratched me, blood ran down my foot. I was trembling
uncontrollably. I still had the camera with me and as I looked around the room,
I noticed there was no furniture, it was an empty house but clean.
“It looks like no one lives here but it is well kept so someone
comes to clean this place,” I pondered. By the way it was early evening. I found myself
in an unknown house. Tears ran down my cheeks. “Hello,” I called out. Then
I saw a camera erected on the corner of the wall. “Yes,” I said, hoping that
someone was watching the camera, I waved at it, saying, “Help me, please.” I
passed out and it wasn’t until the next day when the housekeeper and two men
dressed in security uniforms came in and found me. I escaped the Backrooms by a hair but others have not, and i pray for them everyday.
(Thank you for reading this short story. I will be using fragments from it for a book I'm contemplating on writing in the near future. Please do visit the link below to my website.)
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Lost in the Backrooms: The Phoenix Files vol. 1
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