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It was the seventh of April when we were beset upon. Giant fleshy tendrils, the souls of the dead and unremembered still screaming within. It came from somewhere underground, though none of the poor saps sent to investigate ever found it's true origin. Billions were lost during the first week, though none seem to truly remember them except for me. Our active destruction has become normality. Today, I woke up to a scraping noise coming from my floorboards. I have less time than I thought. I must write, or none will realise the true dangers we are facing. The threat is only visible or noticeable to those whose minds can recognize both worlds. Not many have escaped the Other World without fully accepting it as their home, and vice versa. Many of the others simply died. Those who are left won't leave, who would want to come to us now? It's roots have burrowed through the world, skewering and absorbing it's inhabitants. Your mind will probably tell you that you have always been alone, that Riverside has always been a ghost town. This is a lie. Everyone is dead, that is why the world is so empty. If you find this, the Riverdale Warehouse has an entranace to the Backrooms. You must inform everyone, if the warehouse is even still survivable. Your friends, your family, have been pulled out of the very fabric of being by this entity and consumed. As I write this, I have packed up and set off through the flesh and corpses. The creature looms above us all, and as I watch it I wonder if those who cannot see it are concerned about the constant eclipse. I hope to find a safehouse at a neighboring town. If you are reading this right now, I didn't make it.