Here's the first paragraph:
Jeremy fell from the ceiling, falling on the moist carpet with a loud splat. He struggled to grab his breath. He grabbed his head with both hands; the loud ringing shook him. Jeremy widened his eyes, he couldn’t tell where he was. He looked around at the mono-yellow peeling wallpaper, then at everything around him. The scribbling and scratching of screeching lights mocked him as he jolted his throbbing head around, scanning his surroundings. If he listened to the ringing of the dim flickering lights for any longer, he’d suffer an awful migraine. He’d equipped his belt as a weapon, while he trudged his fear bundled up in duct tape around as the buzzing got louder and louder with every step of Jeremy’s moist socks, squishing and squashing throughout the mundane yet terrorizing landscape. The agonizing uncomfort was too much for Jeremy. If something was lurking in the shadows behind him, it sure as hell heard him.
I took some stuff from the original backrooms text, so yeah, I am aware.