"After spending 7 weeks of hell in The Backrooms,Hudson has finally escaped with a bit level of sanity he had in his mind.he was nearly insane,almost broken by what the liminal space has done and threw at him.it was very fortunate for him to have such good willpower to resist and retain whatever left inside him.

But sadly,it isn't over yet.

After waking up on what seems to be street in a city,he looks around and see that he has finally returned to the world he belongs.the man stands up and yells in excitement,cursing at the Backrooms in happiness as he thought he had conquered it.unfortunately,the place he is currently in right now feels...off.

The street is quiet,no cars are heard or seen on the street and most importantly...no people on the sidewalk.those happiness and excitement turn into dread and fear as he realized something is wrong with this place.he decides to look around for anyone,anywho,checking the shops nearby which are sadly either closed or locked.he also try looking around inside the buildings by the window but all he see is nothing but random furniture and regular items you see everyday.slowly he stops moving around and decide to go forward,only to see the street and the shops went on repeat as he rush forward.this confirm the man suspicion towards where he is right now and it cause him to sobs, slowly crying as he slowly stop running.

those little bit of his sanity slowly disappears and he is still trapped."


Eyy,you like my short story
I mean,of course you do even there's some mistakes there that I might miss!
Well you guys are free to criticise me,I'm a mediocre writer and I deserve that to improve myself and become better in the future.

By the way,this story is heavily based on The Backrooms creepypasta.check it out if you're interested!