Noclip (Backrooms Pt. 1)

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

Be careful not to lose yourself 'else something just might find you. (Backrooms Short Series Pt. 1)

Noclip
 
The room smelled of disinfectant and citrus. Since it was Monday, there would not be very much traffic in and out of the building.
 
This seemed to be a common occurrence at the office. Mondays were slow days. And so, Thistle naturally assumed that no one liked them. She therefore decided that she didn't like them either, although she secretly appreciated the peaceful silence that Mondays brought with them. 
 
Thistle had been working in an office building for little more than a year now, and she regularly received more than her fair share of grunt work. Mondays, though, were always less hectic than the other days of the week. Because of this, she would often find herself spacing out at her desk, staring into the white void of the ugly spackle ceiling overhead. Today was no different. For the better part of an hour, she leaned back in her chair and stared up at the hideous ceiling.
 
"Who the fuck chooses popcorn ceilings for an office anyhow?" This she thought, and many more things, as her eyes grew heavy with sleep. 
 
Suddenly roused from slumber, Thistle opened her eyes and rubbed them intently. She must have dozed off. She was surprised that no one had awakened her to give a stern reprimand. Nevertheless, she counted it as luck and sought to get back to work. 
 
Almost immediately, she knew that something was wrong. Her desk was completely void of supplies and her personal items were gone.
 
Perhaps she had underestimated her coworkers. Although she had been on the job for a year, she was still a fresh target for longtime office pranksters. Thistle sighed a deep sigh and, oddly enough, found herself struggling not to gag. The room still smelled of disinfectant and citrus, but there was something more--the warm, damp, musky smell of toxic mold.
 
She looked down at her feet and the carpet, once a pastel powder blue, was now a gritty shade of electric grey. Disgusted, she rose from her seat but to her dismay, the gritty grey carpet stretched beyond her small cubicle throughout the office area. 
 
At that same moment, too, she realized the office was empty. Her eyes scanned the far reaches of the room and found that darkness cloaked three of the four walls that surrounded her. The lurking shadows seemed to gaze back and suck on the fear that steadily arose from deep within her belly. 
 
"Where the fuck am I?"
...


Submitted: January 01, 2021

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Keke Serene

Oh dear, quite a cliff hanger there. I hope you decide to continue this

Sat, January 2nd, 2021 9:45pm

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Thanks for the comment! I will be finishing this series, but I'm not sure when!

Mon, March 1st, 2021 10:38am

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