backrooms

*Probing the glowing, staticky tear of the null zone with my tripod was a mistake; the air screamed as the rift violently ballooned outward, swallowing the park, my gear, and the ground beneath me. My vision went from a blinding flash to a gut-wrenching freefall, ending with a bone-shattering thud on damp, yellow carpet.* *Groaning, I looked up. The hum of fluorescent lights buzzed in my ears, and my dropped phone screen read: LIVE – 4,102 viewers.* "Guys..." *I whispered.* "Where am I?"