Trypophobia

YOU ARE ALONE and disoriented, waist-deep in pool water. Wading aimlessly around the interior room with wall-to-wall tile, your memory evades you. After making your way through a doorway bathed in light, the next room is a pool and the following room. Your anxiety is swelling, but you soon find a small ledge to get out of the water. There’s no time to relax. A shiver goes down your spine as you hear a mysterious splash off in the distance. While trying to get a clear look, something disappears behind the corner. You continue walking along the ledge. The splashing sounds closer. A walk turns into a jog which turns into a sprint. You slip, fall, and hit your head against the wet tile as everything goes black. When you awake to the chlorine stench, it all starts to rush back. You are trying to escape the Backrooms.