YOU’RE ALONE AND CONFUSED in backrooms, waist-deep in pool water. Your recollection eludes you as you wade aimlessly about the inside room with wall-to-wall tiling. Beyond passing through a light-filled entryway, the next room has a pool and the chamber after that. Shit. Your anxiousness grows, but you quickly discover a little ledge to escape out of the water.
There is no time to unwind. As you hear a weird splash in the distance, a shudder runs down your spine. Something vanishes around the corner as I attempt to get a clean shot. You keep strolling along the ledge. The splashing is getting closer. A stroll becomes a jog, which becomes a sprint. As everything goes dark, you stumble, fall, and smash your head on the damp tile. It everything comes flooding back when you wake up to the chlorine stink. You’re attempting to flee the Backrooms.
