Surviving The Backrooms

A Journal by Joe A. Keshet

Log Three: Base First Light

13:20 June 2nd, 2026

I'm finally awake. The humming noise and the foul stench is still here, but I'm on this nice mattress that feels like it came from home. It actually feels like my bedroom mattress. Which was nice. And the blankets were soft, like mine at home. They were fuzzy too, just how I like it. Kai tells me it's this cool technology that the MEG has, where the blankets and mattresses will conform to what you find the most comfort in. I don't know how it works, it just does. I think the laws of physics here are different. Nonexistent.

Oh, I didn't explain what the MEG are. They are actually called the Major Explorer Group. They are a subsect of a larger organization called the British Coalition of Liminal Exploration. However, they let anyone in. Kai and I are both California born, which is really cool. The MEG explores this place and documents it. They rarely go back into home, but will sometimes I hear. I hear they need luck to make it home.

Kai broought me to this base they have, Base First Light. It's quite small. But they have pamphlets and computers. They have this really fast WiFi, called "BFL-5G". The fact that they have 5G here is insane. But it's necessary, as they are documenting this stuff for the BCLE (I don't know if that's the official acronym, but I'm calling them that), out in the homeworld.

Kai tells me I'm welcome to join the MEG. I said I'd think on it. I'm not sure about it quite yet.

Anyways, this place I'm in is apparently called The Backrooms. We are on Level 0 from what I'm told. Apparently there's mutliple levels. I'm going to share some photos of this place. Hold on.

"The Lobby" Pics

The Entrance to The Backrooms
The Entrance to The Backrooms. Where everyone starts.

Where everyone starts.

The Holes
The Holes. Nobody knows why they exist.

Nobody knows why they exist.

The Arches
The Arches. Where Base First Light is set up.

Where Base First Light is set up.

It's very scary here. But I feel safe now that I'm with others. I'll update more later. It's time for lunch here, at least according to Kai.

Log Two: I'M SAFE!

1:35 June 2nd, 2026

I'm safe! The person in the hasmat suit was named Kai. He found me panicking. He grabbed me and explained that everything will be okay. That everything will be safe. I can't log much now, they're letting me crash for the night. But tomorrow I will share the things I saw.

I'll note, I'm so happy my watch wasn't messed up. My time is synced with Kai's. It wasn't too far off before, but now it's perfectly synced to what they're calling BRT, "Backrooms Time" (They've called this place the Backrooms apparently). I was only here a day before they found me, thankfully. I have a high speed WiFi now. I'm so glad I can connect to the outer world again!

Log One: Where Am I?

23:02 June 1st, 2026

It looks like an empty office building. I don't know how I got here. I stepped on a manhole, and fell into this place. The walls are yellow. The lights are blinding when I look at them. The smell is foul. I don't know why, but the floor is wet. And I hear the electricity. I usually do, anywhere (I'm autistic, so I tend to notice small sounds), but it's so much more loud here.

There's nothing here. My phone's compass and clock don't work. I'm relying on my watch to keep track of time. I don't know when it is, or where I am. It goes on for forever. It's like a maze. It's so repetitive, yet each room feels so different. There are some large ones, some small ones, some that are so tiny. Sometimes there's a chair, sometimes I can swear I see someone smiling at me.

If you are reading this. If you found this, somehow, please help. I don't know if I have the internet for this post to get through to anyone. I could make the HTML file, and this site loaded, but so slowly. It took hours to get anything done. I'm scared. If you're seeing this, if this uploaded, help me. I can't text or call my friends. I'm on a weak wifi signal that could disappear at any moment. It just popped up randomly. It's called "MEG-Search". I don't know what that means.

I hear something. Footsteps. I'm hiding behind one of those chairs in the corner of a room. I'm scared.

Whatever it is, it's in a hasmat suit. And it's spotted me. Help. Tell my family I love them. I don't know when I'll be back, if ever.

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