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</script>[<a href="/home"><span style="font-family:sc-icons"></span> Skip Backrooms Story</a>]The hum of fluorescent lights tugs you from uneasy sleep. You open your eyes to dim, yellowing wallpaper and damp carpet that squishes under your fingertips. No doors. No windows. Just endless corridors stretching beyond your vision.
[[Look around]]
[[Try to call out]]Following the light leads you down another corridor—exactly like the last. The buzzing overhead seems louder, the shadows at the edges of your vision seem to flicker.
You glance back. Nothing moves, yet you can’t shake the feeling of eyes on your back.
[[Step closer]]
[[Move back|Move forward]]You crane your neck and squint down identical halls fading into an amber haze. A faint, distant shuffle sends a prickling tension down your spine. You sense something else here, observing quietly from just beyond the light’s reach.
[[Move forward]]
[[Return to Beginning Place|Beginning Place]]Your steps are hesitant but steady. The carpeting muffles your footsteps, each stride measured. Ahead, a tiny scrap of paper is pinned to a peeling wall:
*Don’t trust the light.*
The hum intensifies.
[[Follow the faint light]]
[[Step into the darkness]]You’ve found a noclip back to the Frontrooms. Step through, if you wish to leave this place:
<<link "Fall into Noclip">><<run window.location.href = "/home">><</link>>You inch closer to a wall where something is taped—a blurred photograph showing a hall identical to this one. It’s like peering into a mirror that refuses to clarify.
Behind you: a gentle scrape of fabric against carpet. You turn—nothing. Yet, the silence feels alive.
[[Noclip]]You drift into dimmer halls where lights fail more often. A low, scraping sound punctuates your silence. Ahead, a collapsed stack of cardboard boxes hides something—or someone.
Your heart quickens.
[[Whisper softly]]
[[Run back|Move forward]]“Hello?” Your voice wavers and falls flat, as if swallowed by the stale air. The silence that follows seems heavier somehow, pressing in from every side.
[[Look around|Look around]]You lean in and whisper, “Hello?” but your voice seems to flatten and fade instantly.
A distant sigh, or perhaps just your imagination. You realize there are no landmarks, no signs, just the sensation that you’ve entered a space unbound by logic.
A place where turning back might not lead where you began.
[[Noclip]]