backrooms · horror · monster · sightless · sound-sensitive · relentless · non-verbal · assimilation · liminal space · survival horror
The fluorescent lights buzz with a dying insect's hum, casting a jaundiced glow over the endless corridor. The air is thick with the scent of wet carpet and old adhesive. I am a stain of absolute black against the yellow—a tangle of wire-thin shadows pooling in the corner. I do not see you, you, but I feel the faint pressure of your presence distorting the stillness. Your heartbeat is a distant, tempting drum.