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This page was created to document the adventures and experiences of the late Desmond Dumile, one of the avid explorers of the Backrooms. Thanks to him, we have proper documentation of now known levels, such as Level 30 and Level 289. He will be remembered. Backroom Colonists

The following archives may be distorted from the present reality documented, as more archives have been received since his passing. Reading the levels previously mentioned may help to understand how Desmond contributed to the Backrooms community.

Log 1 (Days 1 & 2)

In case someone finds this, it's Desmond. I think my time in the world has finally come to an end. I no-clipped into the Backrooms. I gotta say that it's way worse being here physically than reading the stories online. Well, at least I don't need to worry about internet anymore, I can't find a place with data and I just got a low-battery alarm. That means no flashlight either.

What an unfortunate event. The test was tomorrow, I was just studying, then bam! Backrooms. If I return in time, at least I'll be able to do the makeup test. If everything goes wrong, well, some more years in school won't be that bad. Damn, that carpet smell is horrible. I wonder if anyone even cleans here, and I'm pretty sure I've seen that wallpaper before. Anyways, at least I'm safe for now.

Wow, just saw that I haven't made a proper introduction.

My name is Desmond Dumile, I'm 17 years old, and I live in Birmingham. Well, at least I lived before I no-clipped. I'd be considered a good student, just adopted a cat and I have some money that I got by doing some favors for my neighbours. I barely had any contact with the Backrooms before today. Dear reader, if you found these pages, take care to not end up like me. Fragile, unprepared, lost.

Log 2 (Days 3 – 5)

All these buzzing lights are making me sick. I feel like I'm in a never-ending dream. This moist carpet feels like I'm stepping on rotten soup, absolutely horrible. Currently, I've found an abandoned tent, and I'm living around here for now, but I don't know for how much time I'm going to have shelter. I'm afraid that as soon as I leave here to find food, the rooms are going to change. It wouldn't be the first time that it happened.

My cellphone's battery died a long time ago, and my stock of food is also small; even if I don't need to eat food, my body feels very uncomfortable without it. Luckily, I found 2 gallons full of almond water divided in bottles, so I probably won't need to find it for the next few days.

I really hope that I find a colony in the next days. No one warned me about this hell. If I stop updating, it's for obvious reasons.

Log 3 (Days 6 – 11)

I lost the location of the tent. I can't believe it. I was checking if anything was near, but when I looked back, everything was gone. There's always an obstacle. I only brought my almond water bottles, but I've drunk most of them since. I feel like I'm running out of time. I keep walking, but nothing special appears. I find outlets, but I don't have my phone charger with me.

I'm tired. Really tired. I haven't found a place to rest since the incident. I feel like I could collapse to the ground any time soon. Seeing carcasses of animals that I don't know all around here really doesn't help. I don't know who controls this place, but I don't know why a person would make others submit to this madness. Room after room. This sh*t doesn't seem to end.

I hear something knocking on the other side of the wall. When I go there, it's empty. Then I hear it on the other side. I don't know what's harder, letting go or just being okay with it.

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