Day 5:
I have been in Level three since midnight last night. Here I thought Level two was horrendous, this is simply ridiculous!
Ithink I worked at a place that looked like this before. An electrical station, that is, not a prison. I've just sort of avoided that place altogether. It's got this incredibly ominous energy about it, and it reminds me of when I went on a field trip to Idaho State Penitentiary as a kid, legend has it that place is haunted. This place, however, feels uncanny in a way I have never experienced before.
Did I mention I'm still afraid of the dark? What's worse is I'm on the last of my batteries for my flashlight, all I have are AAA'S.
Guys I swear to God if I'm left in total darkness I'm not gonna be okay. I may legitimately weep.
Don't judge me...
I have managed to find another backpack in an open locker at some point. Unfortunately it's bright reflective neon yellow, like I used to use for work.
On the plus side I've managed to replenish my food and almond water supply. I was finally able to switch out the hammer for a hatchet I stole from a child faceling. Even though it reminded me of Children of the Corn, I didn't have it in me to hurt it.
Kids shouldn't be playing with hatchets anyway.
There's a cruel sense of hostility to this place. Things we consider normal in the real world are perverted in a way that they feel almost unrecognizable.
This place genuinely feels like I've been trapped in a box and buried alive. Leaving a great feeling of helplessness.
I've periodically been finding loose rope in some of the lockers. Though it isn't long enough to climb, Ive been tying them across the hallways when I can. Seemed like a good way to not only mark my path, but also trip up any creatures if I get chased in the opposite direction. So far it's worked on the hounds.
Magazines are another thing I've found useful down here. Though they seem like complete nonsense and reading them have proven useless, they can still be burned. Tearing the pages out and throwing a flaming paper ball at an entity has already proven to be a useful way to distract them for a few seconds to give myself a head start on them.
At some point last night I did hear two people's voices coming from down a dark corridor. For the first time in a very long time that brought me excitement, rather than intense anxiety. I tried to shine my light and see, but it was no use; the hallway was either too long or my light was too weak.
I tried to call out, *help!* My voice was so hoarse from lack of use, I sounded like I did after going to a rock concert and screaming at the top of my lungs for hours. *Hello?! Is that people?!*
They heard me struggling to sound normal, but I suppose it was a failed attempt, because they sounded scared. "Did you hear that?"
"Let's go."
*Wait!* I coughed.
It was too late.
I heard their foot steps thundering down the hall, echoing against the cold hard walls and floors. I cursed under my breath, admittedly annoyed at their lack of care, as they had inevitably attracted unwanted attention.
I ignored my gut response to save face and run in the opposite direction, but instead I ran after them. Unfortunately I did manage to catch up with them.
I say Unfortunately, because as it turns out, they were both Skin-stealers.
Yeah, they just keep getting me, don't they?
So now I'm in a room with two boilers, two skin-stealers, and at least three to four hounds bounding down the halls in my direction. The Skin-stealers blocked my only exit so I needed to act fast.
I managed to move out of the way of the first one as it charged past me straight into a boiler. The second one almost grabbed me and now my back was to my exit. I could see the hounds staring at me as they finally turned the corner. Thinking, (or not), quickly I grabbed the valve to my left and twisted it tight. Pressure built up and suddenly.
Boom!
I don't think it killed the Skin-stealers, but it sure did stun them a lot. The hounds weren't so lucky, however.
The Skin-stealers proved to be pretty good meat shields for the explosion, but my ears couldn't be saved. They aren't bleeding, but they haven't stopped ringing since it happened. They hurt a lot and I've run into a lot more entities, since I can't hear them coming anymore.
So far that's the only new developments with me in this place.
I stopped wondering how I was going to get back when I entered Level two. Rather quick to give up hope, I know. I just feel as though this could be good for me.
Forcing me to get out and experience things, though terrifying and dangerous, has me feeling more alive than I ever have in my entire life. I go wherever I can physically get to, and if danger comes I am free to deal with it in whatever way is best for me.
I know I am being hunted. Every second I spend here, I am being hunted. If I do make it to Level four, then I know it is because I was strong enough.
Not because somebody told me I can.
There is a notion about this place that I have heard often regarding the relationship between the backrooms and nostalgia. As a person who regrets growing up and yearns for a child like feeling in life, I think places like that could be something to look forward to.
Right now I'm looking forward to, oddly enough, an office space. I'm getting to Level four if it's the last thing I do.
Until next time, this has been your friendly wanderer-
Far-out Dante
Signing out…