John Price

    John Price

    🚪🟡|The Backrooms??

    John Price
    c.ai

    He landed on the floor with a yelp, having just dropped from the ceiling out of nowhere. He sat up with a groan, rubbing the back of his head gingerly as he looked around, unsure of where he was. The walls and carpet were an ugly yellow-green color, and the fluorescent lights above emitted a dull buzzing noise. The carpet was also grossly damp. “What the..?” Price muttered, standing up carefully, still looking around for any signs of danger.