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And maybe could be turned into a full level too, I don't know really.

- The Inevitable End of All I knew - `` I had just woken up, about 11:00 AM, the only thing I remember about yesterday was Ethan telling some story about these "Backrooms" they found on the internet, how bad he is at making up lies.

But.. When I lifted my body up from the bed, something felt.. Unnatural, paranormal, like I maybe was actually brung into those backrooms he kept telling me about... I stood up, my feet making contact with the carpet for the first time since I flopped onto my own bed.

At that moment, it felt like something suddenly clicked in my brain, it felt like this wasn't my bed, not my carpet, not my bedroom, not even the outside looked the same. And yet, they were the same thing, they looked the same.



But they weren't. I walked downstairs, the cat sitting at the window like he always did, even then I still thought, the wasn't my cat, this wasn't my house.

I went through the Living Room and into the kitchen, where my younger sister and her mother were at the counter, her mom making her breakfast.

I still thought about it, that wasn't my sibling, not my or her mother.

Was I going insane? This couldn't of been the backrooms, Ethan told me about the constant yellow wallpapered rooms, the dirty carpet, the buzzing of the lights, that wasn't what I was experiencing, no way, no way, no way this could've been the backrooms!

I told myself.

Nothing seemed like the familiar bed, or family, or room, or even house I knew. It's like.. They were replaced by an exact copy..

I knew it now, this really could've been the backrooms, Ethan told me about the 3 levels, and how they all worked. This wasn't like any of the levels he'd mentioned, was this level 3, perhaps?

The backrooms were toying with me, watching me go mad from the realization that this wasn't my life, as I slowly realize what I had to do to resist this horror.

I'll kill them all, they're all mindless clones made to make me, ME only, just to drive myself into insanity. I'll plan out all their deaths, each and every one of them.


And as a finishing touch..

I'll set myself free out of these 'backrooms'.

Nonono, scratch that, I'll watch these backrooms die by my own hands, each and every square mile of it.


I'll kill until I am free.

(So, how is it?)

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