i saw the backrooms one day and now it lives rent-free in my mind.
it's scary.
like the thought of being all alone, in rooms that always look the same, would drive me crazy. i wouldn't know what to do with myself.
it's different from being all alone in a house. at least things seem familiar and lived in. at least i have a bed and covers to hide from the horrors. at least, if i had the courage, i would have the choice to leave and breath in fresh air. i can run away from that stuffy-old house and from everything that is overwhelming.
the backrooms is terrifying in that it is inevitable. like death but without the kindness it would offer at the brink of a finished life.
if the backrooms were a reality i couldn't escape from, i would try to find ways to make death seem like a satisfying answer.
but enough about the backrooms! let's talk about me!
hi, my name is john doe. i am currently seventeen and i like scaring myself! my favorite level is 0 and the most awe-spiring entity i've come across is the storyteller. i sometimes write for fun and read heavily. i think my brain is going to rot from all the stories i've read, it might even become a nesting ground for flies, ha-ha! vaguely interesting, my profile picture is something stupid i once sent to my sibling. it's cute! :D
i really hope i am able to create a corner in the backrooms with my name on it and get to say that "i did that", that "i was part of something unique".
thanks for taking your time and reading all this nonsense!