Level 12

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The intensive white light was blinding. My head buzzed just looking at it. I lay in a room with overwhelming white light. A monochrome table and chair placed perfectly centred confused me. Was I being interrogated? Above hung two overhead lightbulbs. My arms and legs were wounded from breaking that window. The light seemed to reflect off the surreal surfaces and make my headache worse as I glanced past it. The loud static buzzing did not help.
I turned 'round to see a heavy vault door mounted to the southern wall... calling me. Its reflective surface made me look down at my worn form. I felt tattered and scared. Being hunted does that I suppose. My only choice was to continue. I gripped my bloodied hands around the metallic spoke that made up the knob and turned it counter-clockwise. Astoundingly, it opened in one smooth motion revealing a desolate suburban home.
As I slowly stepped into this new environment, it took a sweeping gaze of it: a rather well-kept yet dusty monochrome home seemingly what I pictured to be from the early 1980s. Its smell was nauseating reminding me of mothballs. Everywhere my gaze penetrated only showed monochrome colours and as I looked down upon myself I saw that I was consumed by this strange phenomenon as well. The static buzz continued to hammer away at my head and I reeled in pain at this. Yet through my migraine, I couldn't shake the feeling of wrongness. Blank picture frames and the seemingly frozen state everything was in simply didn't add up in my eyes.
As I took a deep breath and closed my eyes in a vain attempt to relieve some pain, vivid flashes of bright purple-green light overtook me quickly. My eyes jerked open violently. I took another sweep of the room and noticed that the room was vibrating almost like a television slowly signals connection. Yet as if that was not shocking enough, I began to hear distorted 2000s romantic music. I paid more attention to its slow crescendo guessing it came from the empty frames on the walls. And as I stared into their void, it appeared slowly: a single flashing purple-green eye.
My legs suddenly felt like Jell-o. This should not be happening. I could feel the panic set in at this. Running from room to room, the level seemed to disintegrate and become TV static. Windows glowed bright white (like the first room) and I could barely make out a blizzard on the outside. Pines swayed with the stiff breeze and snow pelted the ground. Those eyes began to form on the walls and their form became more apparent: strobing purple-green coloured eyes with their entire being rather pixelated.
I ran and I ran. I soon came upon a hallway filled with locked doors. As I skirted the corner, the level behind me seemed to disintegrate into a white void. My conscious ebbing, I put on an extra burst of speed and I still cannot confirm if this was simply an optical illusion but the level seemed to physically contorted and twist. However, I know that monochrome figures such as trees and snow began to phase through the wall almost like a videogame. Conglomerations of eyes peered around the trees and stared at me as I sprinted past them. After running for what felt like miles, I could see a closed industrial door and I ran straight into it. My vision went black – I had no-clipped into some botanical garden which I now know as Level 13.
I can still hear the WHITE ringing in my head. 
Even as I write this, I wonder if this was a dream though I know it is not. My blood stained my journal from the encounter. Those... eyes still haunt my dreams and sometimes when I'm alone, I know someone is watching me.
-Andrew P. Henry, 2014
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Blind Spots, a rather illusive entity has taken hold of Level 12. They only know pain and suffering. They watch us as we fumble around within The Backrooms and although they certainly could kill us, they choose to toy with us.
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Original Authors: JonasCBaldi3 and Smbfanexe.
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