CH III - White to Gray

You’re running for your life. Again…

Sucks for you, doesn’t it.

That monster who you thought was a friend, and who you thought was a “Human” was absolutely none of those things.

When it comes to meeting people in the future, you’ll need to be careful. Trust shouldn’t be carelessly given.

‘Trust, but verify.’

As you are running hastily, you realize something.

The skin monster is faster than you thought.

At every chance you try to slow it down, by throwing boxes, paintings or random junk. It doesn’t really do much, however it is making that thing more angry.

You’re sprinting at your maximum capacity, but the rush of adrenaline is keeping you together.

You manage to find an office with a lockable door and slam it shut. You put all your feeble weight on door while the monster is pushing on the other side.

You scramble to lock the door, but your trembling is halting your progress. After a few seconds of banging on the door, you take one large shaking breath and lock it tight.

You lean against the door while the banging continues, your mind starts to race.

What do you do if it gets in?

Like anything will work, the only thing you can even fathom protecting yourself with is either that old rusty pipe or some old childhood Karate that you haven’t used in 10 years.

After some thinking, the banging stops, whether that is amazing or absolutely terrifying is highly debatable.

So to check, you lean against the door. As your face unpleasantly rubs the door, you listen.

Groans, moans and random garbled words.

That thing is still there, but what is it doing?

You want to see, so you take your stupidity for a ride.

You unlock and crack open the door?!?

The monster is just standing there, it seems to have lost interest or maybe it’s intelligent enough to stop and think. But you doubt that greatly.

You want to sneak past it, but is that a bright idea?

You wait until the beast stumbles far enough away for you to Slip away.

Then, with the best of your ability, you do exactly that. You decide to go in a different direction in which you came to the door.

Once you get far away enough, you take an extra turn down a hallway for safety measures.

Even with that extra “safety” measure, it’s less likely that you’ve actually gotten safer.

Once your adrenaline stabilizes itself you begin to realize that this hallway in which used for “safety” is a tad bit long.

Longer than necessary.

Like, scary long, or weirdly long.

The crusty white walls begin to change bit by bit. Pipes start to line those a walls, which have at this point have turned to concrete.

A shiny steel and matte grey are the palettes are these walls.

You look forward, it seems that you are no longer in that warehouse like environment, but one of a sewer or a maintenance corridor.

It even follows the rules of the previous levels, it’s seems to go on infinitely.

Pure luck seems to be your friend.

You have once again accidentally entered the next step of your fated journey.

Is it fate or just terrible circumstances?

It’s not like it matters at this point.

To be continued…

*Written by:** *

GA Thawn193

Background info by:

Backrooms Community (Various Authors)

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