Out of Bounds

Day 1:

I don't know how I got here, but I'm in the backrooms. The fluorescent lights buzz incessantly, and the yellowed wallpaper peels away from the walls. There's no discernible source of sound or light, just a never-ending labyrinth of identical rooms. I've been walking for hours, but the scenery never changes. I tried to retrace my steps, but the layout of the rooms keeps shifting. It's disorienting and unnerving. I can hear something moving in the distance, so I'm hiding in a room with a door that locks. It's not much, but it's the only sense of security I have right now. I'm not sure how long I can stay here, but I need to rest and gather my thoughts.

Day 2:

I don't know how much time has passed, but I've been wandering aimlessly through the backrooms. My sense of time is completely skewed. I can't remember the last time I slept or ate. I hear something moving in the distance again. It's getting closer. I can't stay here any longer. I need to find a way out of this place.

Day 3:

I'm running out of hope. Every room looks the same, and I'm starting to lose my grip on reality. I'm not sure if I'm even alive anymore or if this is some sort of twisted afterlife. I found a note scrawled on the wall of one of the rooms. It read, "The only way out is through." I don't know what it means, but I'm willing to try anything at this point. I'll keep moving forward. Maybe, just maybe, I'll find a way out of this endless maze.

Day 4:

I've been walking for what seems like an eternity, but I finally found something different. A door, just like any other door in the backrooms, but with a keyhole. I had no key, but I decided to try my luck and push the handle. The door opened with ease. I was hesitant, but I stepped through. The other side was just as surreal as the backrooms themselves. There was a green field stretching out to the horizon. A blue sky with clouds overhead. The sun was shining brightly. It was a beautiful day, but it felt wrong. I knew I had to get away from this place. The grass rustled beneath my feet as I walked, and I saw something on the horizon. A figure, walking towards me.

Day 5:

The figure approached, and I could see that it was another person. They were dressed in plain clothes, like me, but their eyes were wild and crazed. They screamed at me, and I couldn't understand what they were saying. They charged at me, and I ran back towards the door. When I looked back, they had vanished. I was back in the backrooms, but something was different. The walls were pulsing, and the buzzing of the lights was deafening. I realized that I had to find my way out of this place before it consumed me completely.

Day 6:

I kept moving, never stopping. The rooms seemed to be changing faster now, and I couldn't keep up. I was lost, completely and utterly lost. I saw things in the shadows, things that weren't there. I heard voices whispering in my ear, telling me to give up, to stay here forever. But I didn't give up. I kept moving forward, even though I had no idea where I was going. I was determined to find a way out, no matter what.

Day 7:

I stumbled upon a room that was different from the others. It was darker, and the air was colder. But there was something else in the room, something that caught my eye. A door, just like the one I had found before. This time, however, there was a key in the lock. I grabbed it and turned it, and the door creaked open. The other side was a narrow hallway, with a light at the end. I walked towards it, and as I got closer, I realized that it was daylight shining through a door.

Day 8:

I pushed open the door at the end of the hallway and stepped out into the sunlight. I was back in the real world. I collapsed on the grass, tears streaming down my face. I had made it out. Looking back, I'm not sure if it was all a dream or if it really happened. But one thing's for sure – I'll never forget the backrooms.