The Backrooms: Backrooms

By Michael Schuerman and Fandom Books

In "Backrooms No Way Out", join our adventurer as they are plunged into a surreal, endless universe known as the Backrooms - a place of seemingly infinite rooms and hallways, where reality unravels and time becomes meaningless. Haunted by a persistent voice that keeps growing louder, our adventurermust battle not just the physical dangers of this labyrinthine nightmare, but also the chilling assaults on their sanity.

Thrown into this impossible maze without warning, the journey becomes a relentless quest for survival and escape. With every room and hallway eerily similar to the last, the Backrooms represent a horrifying paradox: a place of countless possibilities, yet no apparent way out.

"The voice keeps growing louder and louder, acting as a weight, pulling my sanity down to a deep dark place the longer I'm lost in here."

"I'm dead. It never occurred to me that I might die in here, I was in a state of shock. I had to get out, I had to get out of here."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fandom Books
• Release date: Jun 12, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223795438

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Backrooms: No Way Out

I made it

I'm not a writer or that great of a storyteller, but this is my journey into the Backrooms. Yes, I did make it out, missing a finger and an ear. I just wanted to write all this stuff down before I figure out what to do next.

The address I have leads me to a scientist's house. I'm not sure if he's alive anymore, perhaps it's his grandson or granddaughter, or maybe just someone who knows something. It's not much to go off, but I've arrived at the doorstep. I hope someone is home because I really need to talk to someone. I've been walking for hours, and exhaustion is beginning to take its toll. Finding a place to rest for the night has become a priority, though I'm uncertain about my next steps.

Whatever awaits behind this door, be it human or otherwise, they have some explaining to do about what I just went through. I would also like to know who has my ear!

In preparation for any potential outcomes, I've sent my journal to my friend Rhonda, instructing her to give it to the police if she doesn't hear back from me. This journal contains my account of the twisted reality I either escaped from or may still be trapped within. It's my hope that these notes will serve as a guide for anyone who finds themselves in a similar situation, increasing their chances of survival and preserving their well-being.

Standing before the scientist's door, I feel a mix of anticipation and anxiety coursing through my weary body. The address on the tattered paper in my pocket matches the one etched on the door. The house itself appears weathered, its exterior bearing the marks of time's passage. Chipped paint and grimy windows give off an air of abandonment.

Hesitant yet determined, I pause for a moment to gather my thoughts. The journey so far has left me exhausted and on edge, but I must press forward. I take a deep breath, summoning my remaining courage, and decide to wait at the door instead of knocking.

The silence weighs heavily upon me as I stand there, the weight of my experiences in the Backrooms still fresh in my mind. Questions and uncertainties swirl within me, each demanding answers I hope to find behind this door. But for now, I can only wait, hoping that someone will emerge, ready to listen and offer guidance.

As time passes, the old house remains still, its secrets locked away. The sun casts long shadows through the cracks in the door, and the world outside carries on, oblivious to the turmoil dwelling within me.

Urban Exploring

When I moved to New York, I picked up a new hobby called Urban Exploring; that's when you head out to abandoned buildings or crawl through old underground passages. I was always fascinated by the decaying remnants and hidden secrets that lurked within the city. The allure of exploring abandoned buildings and navigating forgotten tunnels enticed me. I would spend countless hours venturing into every nook and cranny, driven by the thrill of uncovering the next hidden entrance or stumbling upon a forgotten room with stories to tell.

Urban exploring was not without its risks, though. The abandoned buildings often harbored dangers such as asbestos and the growth of unknown substances in the cold, damp, rotting structures. But for me, the risks were worth it. It was a way to gain a deeper appreciation for urban decay, to witness the history that had been left behind.

In a city like New York, there was no shortage of places to explore and secrets to uncover. Locations like Dead Horse Beach, Roosevelt Island Smallpox Hospital, and Fort Tilden were just a few of the intriguing spots waiting to be discovered. However, one of my absolute favorites was the Freedom Tunnel. Stretching for about three miles,