On my way home after school, I was dragged deep into the floor by an unknown phenomenon. People often call this the 'noclip phenomenon,' and they say if it happens, you get dragged into a place called the Backrooms. I, too, fell into the Backrooms and entered a building filled with yellow walls.

I clutched my backside, which I had landed on during the fall, and looked around. There were only endless walls. I tried to hold onto hope and moved forward.

...

I'm still inside these damn Backrooms. My food supplies are almost gone, and my mind is breaking down day by day. As I scanned the Backrooms again with fading eyes, I saw a shimmering door in the distance. I grabbed onto the frayed thread of hope and dragged my trembling legs toward the door. As I ran, anxious thoughts like 'What if that door is a hallucination like a desert oasis?' filled my head, but I shook them off and tried to stay positive.

After running and running, I finally stood before the glowing door. Contrary to my fears of it being a hallucination, the door didn't disappear and stood its ground silently.

I tried to calm my shaking legs and quickly stepped through the door before any monsters could arrive.