I was quite young, only seven years old at the time.

We had just arrived in the Backrooms, and we were wandering in the Abandoned Utility Halls when we were chased by a Clump. I was so terrified. My brother was lagging behind due to him being younger. The Clump proceeded to chase us into the Electrical Station.

We ran as fast as we could, for as long as we could. However, we were getting tired. My brother lagged behind again, and the Clump grabbed him. The Clump was gaining on us. Just as we thought that all was lost, we found a door. I remember this door vividly. It was made out of green leaves, all intertwined, with dirt and potatoes as the doorframe. My mom told my dad to get me through the door, and then she turned back to save my brother. I heard my brother scream, and I imagined the worst. Right then, my mom burst through the door with my brother, bloody axe in hand. My mom had shut the door, but we could hear the Clump scratching at it. Amazingly, as fast as the Clump tried to tear down the door, the door just kept growing back! This door saved us from the Clump, and after the Clump gave up and the scratching stopped, we all sighed in relief and looked around in wonder.

This was a paradise. Trees swaying in the breeze, the sweet smell of earth. My parents eventually built a log cabin with the wood that was there and with the axe my mom always had on her belt. My brother and I rolled around in the dirt, laughing and playing. Something about the area just felt so… relaxing. Even after our horrifying encounter, we just felt… at peace. Everything was so calm.