It was just an ordinary day at the office, and as usual, I was bored out of my mind. So when my coworker, John, suggested we check out the backrooms, I was intrigued. I had heard rumors about the backrooms, but had never actually seen them myself.
We made our way through the dimly lit hallway, and I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched. The air was musty and stale, and I couldn't help but feel like we were trespassing.
Finally, we arrived at the first room. As soon as we stepped inside, I felt a chill run down my spine. The room was empty, but it felt like there was something there with us. Suddenly, we heard a faint whisper coming from somewhere within the room. I couldn't make out what it was saying, but it sent shivers down my spine.
The second room was even more unsettling than the first. The walls were covered in a strange, pulsating pattern that made me feel dizzy just looking at it. The air was thick with a sickly sweet smell that made my stomach turn.
And then I saw it. A figure lurking in the shadows, watching us. Its eyes glowed a sickly green color, and I could feel its gaze following us as we made our way through the room.
That's when we heard it. A low growl that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. We ran out of that room as fast as we could, but I knew that thing was still following us.
The third room was the worst of all. As soon as we entered, I knew that something was terribly wrong. The air was thick with the stench of decay, and the walls were covered in what looked like bloodstains.
As we made our way through the room, we saw them. The creatures. They were unlike anything I had ever seen before. Their skin was a sickly gray color, and their eyes glowed with an otherworldly light. They moved with an unsettling grace, like they were gliding through the air.
One of them noticed us and let out a piercing shriek that echoed through the room. We turned and ran, but they were fast. I could feel their cold breath on the back of my neck as we fled down the hallway.
Eventually, we made it out of the backrooms and back to our office. We were both shaken and pale, and we knew that we had just experienced something truly horrifying. We never spoke of it again, but the memory of the backrooms stayed with us for the rest of our lives.