The Back Halls

Liminal spaces, they're called. The places behind the real world, endless corridors, hallways, and tunnels. Transitory locales, the way to get from here to there - they exist in their own right but are often ignored. Temporary parts of the journey.

You were each obsessed with them. Followed internet forums that purported to show these spaces. Someone would post that they were in the "back rooms", trapped there for a time, posting updates as they looked for an exit. It was obviously done in good fun, a shared horror experience. Fiction. 

Or so you thought. How could you have thought it was real? Unfortunately for you, ten hours ago you blacked out. Maybe you were sitting at your computer, reading more about the places behind. Maybe you were out to dinner. Wherever you were, you woke up with your face resting on the stale, rough carpet. The smell of mildew filling your nostrils.

It was just like the places you'd seen on the internet. Endless corridors, hallways, passages, whatever you want to call them. Like the most boring and horrific hotel you could imagine. After several hours of wandering, you encountered others who were lost - trapped - like you. All had the same story, a blackout and then waking up here. 

Not long after that, you started noticing them. Around corners. Staying away from your little group at first. Soon, though, you saw the blood - fresh blood soaking into the carpet. The smell of copper infusing the air. Vicera piled neatly in the next corridor. The dread filled you as you realized that you were in grave danger. You were beginning to lose hope, but then you saw it - an exit sign. Surely that's the way out. Surely.

Areas of Note: ???????

Goal: Get the hell out of there, and avoid them.