Transliminal: Beyond The Backrooms

The year is 1983. After a skydiving accident, you awaken with your cheek pressed against a damp beige carpet. The tacky, off-white wallpaper looks yellow on your video camera's view screen. As the old lights, randomly placed in the drop ceiling above, bathe the place in their sickly glow. The buzzing from the fluorescent lights above seems louder than it should be. And what is that smell? Sounds e…