Decrypted : The Backrooms
After you've given up trying to survive the Backrooms, you're going to be killed in this insane Creepypasta's labyrinth of disgusting yellow wallpaper and soggy carpets. Whatever you do, don't exit the elevator on a floor with yellow wallpaper because it might be a doorway to the evil Backrooms!
By InfoPublished 3 years ago • 2 min read
The Backrooms
- It's a typical Tuesday afternoon in a typical office complex. The elevator in the garage is occupied by Grace, an intern. She is headed for the 10th-floor CEO's office. Rob, a junior sales agent, enters just as the doors close. Grace has previously been the victim of one of Rob's little practical jokes, which involves pressing all the buttons just before he exits the first floor.
- As a result, the elevator came to a stop on every floor, and Grace received a reprimand for arriving back from break a little bit late. She's prepared today. The elevator doors opened. After stepping outside, Rob turns around and runs his hand along the button panel. Grace evades him in a ninja-like maneuver and gives him a light shoulder shove. Rob staggers back into the elevator as he is startled.
- He receives a bragging smile from Grace as the doors close. She does have to wait for another elevator, but it's worth it. In frustration, Rob repeatedly slams the door open button. The elevator's lights flicker, pausing for almost imperceptible fractions of a second before continuing to rise. Rob has simply been clipped out of reality, though he isn't yet aware of this.
- The second-floor elevator starts to beep. Doorways open. Rob flies out. He looks around, suddenly perplexed. He has long hallways on either side of him. There is a sizable empty office area in front of him. He can't recall what color the walls in his office were, but he is certain that they weren't a drab, sunny yellow. In order to return to the elevator, he circles around. However, there is no elevator and a solid wall behind him.
- Rob feels the wall—almost damp and cold, but smooth and without any cracks—and he can't believe it. Rob is certain it is a joke, even though he has no idea how they managed it. He moves forward after turning back to face the empty office. He says, "You got me, guys," fully expecting his coworkers to emerge carrying video cameras for their jaw-dropping prank. In the vastness of the empty space, his voice has a faint echo.
- There is no response. Except for the obnoxious hum of the fluorescent lights, the space is silent. It has a strong, unpleasant smell of mildew, stale coffee, and old paper. Rob's head is throbbing due to the irritating buzz from the lights; if it continues, he'll get a migraine. His cell phone is removed. As he texts, his perspiration makes his fingers slick. The message icon simply spins without being able to send the message.
- Rob attempts to call, but the line is busy. His phone has no bars. He moves around the office area while holding his phone up to see if he can get better reception. Squish. In the right corner of the room, his pricey leather loafer sinks into the soggy tan carpet. A werewolf with ulterior motives is the greatest horror. Your left shin bone could be used as a chew toy, by a vampire trying to siphon off your blood, or anything else.
- A soul-less job, but another made-up horror. But I'm just overworked, so what do I know? A writer who is overly caffeinated and underpaid, sitting in a simple cubicle with nothing, but I'm sitting around my laptop with other underpaid, overworked, and caffeinated writers. We all frantically typed away as we raced to meet deadlines in our drab cubicles.
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