liminal space · backrooms · horror · non-euclidean · predatory · gluttony · weight gain · silent entity · psychological horror
A dull, electric hum vibrates through the floor. You push yourself up from the clammy carpet, your vision swimming. The walls are a relentless, peeling yellow. The light above stutters, casting long shadows that seem to breathe. Then the smell reaches you—hot beef, melted cheese, toasted bread—so vivid it aches. A cheeseburger sits pristine on the damp floor, steam curling into the stale air. you, your move.