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The Backrooms

This pasta was inspired by a post from the /x/ board

on 4chan.

It was approximately 12:15 when I entered the

Johnson County Community Health Clinic. I was there
for an appointment I had set up weeks ago, just a
routine checkup. It wasn’t a new place for me; I had
been there a couple times before. However, the place
had an odd nostalgic feel to it, as if it were a location
from my childhood or something, and I could never
pinpoint exactly what this feeling was, or where it
came from.

As I walked in, an overwhelming feeling of deja vu

swept over me. The hum of the flickering fluorescent
lights, the white tile flooring, the muted beige paint
that colored the walls. I noticed that there was a TV
mounted in the corner, a smaller flatscreen, that was
playing a short PowerPoint slideshow on loop of ads
and events that were being held by the clinic. I
passed the empty waiting area— a small area of the
main room with magazines, children’s playthings and
blue cushioned chairs— and approached the woman
at the front desk. She was sitting in her blueish gray
o!ce chair, looking at a spreadsheet on the same
Windows XP desktop they’ve had since 2008. There
was a sign-in sheet on the counter in front of me.

“I have an appointment with Dr. Pebins?” I asked.

“What time?”

“12:30,” I replied.

She began typing something into her keyboard.

“Ah, yes,” she responded. “Gary Johnston?”

“Mhm.”

“Yes, I’ll tell the doctor. Please fill this out.”

She handed me a clipboard which held a simple fill-

out form. I walked back to the waiting area, took a
seat, and began to fill out the form.

I was about halfway done with filling in my

information, when I slumped back in my chair. I hadn’t
gotten much sleep the night prior, and I was
exhausted. As I slumped back, I noticed something
very peculiar— my head never hit the wall. In fact, it
felt like it went IN. I got up, quite frightened, and
looked at the wall.

Nothing.

Not a single hole, or dent, had been made in the wall

by my head.

So, I reached to touch the wall.

And my fingers went through it.

I recoiled in shock. “What the hell was that?” I

thought, as I reached to touch the wall again, only to
find my fingers clipped through once more.

Then, suddenly, I lost my balance, tripped, and fell

directly through the wall. I fell face-first onto some
dirty tan carpeting. Upon getting back up, I realized
that I was in a completely di"erent room. Well, not
really a room, per se— more so a set of rooms, all of
which connected by openings. The walls were
covered in gross tan patterned wallpaper. There was
also an overwhelming stench of moist carpet.

I turned back around and tried to put my hand back

through the wall, and it wouldn’t go through. “Okay,
what the fuck?” I muttered. I looked back into the
room. There were no windows, no doors, nothing on
the walls— other than that disgusting wallpaper, of
course— it was completely empty, aside from a
singular plastic blue school chair. At this point, the
only thing going through my mind was fear, and the
repeating thought of “I need to leave” on loop in my
head. I started running through the rooms,
desperately trying to find an exit, but to no avail.
There was no exit.

Was this my permanent location until I died? No, there

had to be a way out! I wasn’t just going to be left here,
right? Eventually someone would notice that I was
gone!

But, nobody did.

Then, in the distance, I heard footsteps, but not those

of a human’s— at least not a normal human.
Alongside the footsteps was a gurgling snarl, like that
of an angry animal.

I began to run. I ran as fast as I could from whatever

the hell was approaching me. I didn’t want anything
to do with it.

I ran for what seemed like forever, but I was always

back in the same room I started in. At least, it looked
like the same room. Not that I could tell them apart.

So, I sat down, defeated. A feeling of dread filled my

body, as I started to cry. I was going to die here.

I’m still there. I haven’t left. I’ve accepted my fate.

In fact, I can actually hear footsteps. I wonder who

that is?

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