Backrooms, but for Introverts
I know we're all in the same city, but it's really hard for me to leave the house. They walked away thinking, "That was the scariest shit I've ever seen in my life." Well, not me.
I know we're all in the same city, but it's really hard for me to leave the house. They walked away thinking, "That was the scariest shit I've ever seen in my life." Well, not me.
I know we're all in the same city, but it's really hard for me to leave the house.
They walked away thinking, "That was the scariest shit I've ever seen in my life." Well, not me.
See, I grew up in spaces like the ones in that movie: allergists' waiting rooms, basement libraries, the school nurse's office, and other places I used to run off to instead of the playground during recess.
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I know we're all in the same city, but it's really hard for me to leave the house. They walked away thinking, "That was the scariest shit I've ever seen in my life." Well, not me. See, I grew up in spaces like the ones in that movie: allergists' waiting rooms, basement libraries, the school nurse's office, and other places I used to run off to instead of the playground during recess.
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Thanks, everyone, for joining me on this Zoom pitch. It was such a smash hit that kids actually put their phones away and swarmed movie theaters to sit rapt in the dark, marveling at scene after scene of Chiwetel Ejiofor wandering around a labyrinth of carpeted interiors with no windows or natural light, dodging piles of laundry for an hour and forty-five minutes. What about the people like me who didn't think it was scary?
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