Backrooms Momma story Entry 3 (0p:3n)
Added 2022-02-26 18:33:35 +0000 UTC
I've been wandering around the first level for many hours. My watch stopped working and I got tired of counting time by seconds. The smartphone also stopped showing the exact time.
After many attempts to fix my wristwatch, I gave up this idea and started on the road again. Along the way, I found several corpses of people. I knew whose handiwork it was. It was as if she purposely let me live and watch it.
I decided that I should search the corpses and find at least some working hours or food, since my supplies were running low. But apart from the broken walkie-talkies, I didn't find anything. It was as if these people were on an excursion and did not plan to stay here at all.
Suddenly, the broken radio in my hand hissed. Hopefully, I started asking if they could hear me. But there was no answer. Then something huge loomed over me. I turned around and saw her. These corpses... It was a damn trap!
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