User:MarinaN0va

Greetings, if you are reading this then you have stumbled upon my journal tightly clutched around my screaming corpse or hopefully once I get any sort of connection with my laptop down here in the Backrooms I may at least leave a faint echo that I even existed.

Writing while my back is against a wall on this intersection of hallways... one on my left leads to a long hallway that doesn't seem to end, the one to my right goes only for a bit then goes to the left with light seeming to flicker randomly, behind me is the hallway I came from which leads to a dead end and the hall in front of me leads to a mish mash of office like rooms with those creepy dark gaps in some of the walls. The buzz of these fluorescent lighting seem a bit comforting instead of dead silence. I will try to forge on ahead to see if I can find anything.