Hello, my name is Allen, and here is the story of how I got stuck in what I will call the Backalleys. I’m going to just jump right into my story and experience because I want to move on and leave this behind me as fast as possible.
It all started with a simple act: opening my bedroom door and walking through it at night. I had been asleep but had the sudden urge to use the bathroom. The lights were off, so I didn’t see much until I stepped through. Then, I found myself trapped in the Backalleys.
The Backalleys looked like a city from the late 1800s. The door I came out of was gone. Panicking and without thinking, I started to run. I was trying to find a person. But the streets were empty. So empty and quiet.
The only other life I saw were dogs that periodically appeared, always running away as I got closer. I wandered for what seemed like days. I can’t describe it, but I just had the urge to keep walking.
At one point, I realized I was so thirsty, my mouth felt like sandpaper. But no matter how tempted I was, I never drank the water there.
There were sections littered with random objects, as if everything people had ever lost ended up there.
The structures sometimes didn’t make sense, with empty openings and windows, and high doors with missing stairs.
Some sections were foggy, while others were shrouded in darkness.
The alleys got so narrow that I started to feel claustrophobic.
After an unknown amount of time, I started hearing barking. I followed the sound through an archway and into an open door. The door led to a photo developing room
I picked up a random stack of photographs on a table, and to my shock, they were all pictures of areas I had seen in the Backalleys.
I never had a camera.
There was only one photo of an area I didn’t remember seeing. It showed an alleyway with an opening at the end, bathed in sunlight. I knew this was the way out, and I rushed out of the room to find it. As soon as I stepped out, I was already there.
I ran to the light as fast as I could. As soon as I walked through it, I was suddenly in my bedroom. I realized I was still holding all the photos, so I decided to upload them along with my experience.
Besides the photos being proof, I want to clarify that I do not do drugs. I have never hallucinated. I am of sane mind.
It felt like I was in the Backalleys for days, even weeks. But it was the same day, maybe even the same time I left my room. No time had seemed to pass.
I am sharing this experience because I wanted to warn others and initially to see if others have had the same experience—but at this point, I don’t care to know.
My final words and advice: If you ever find yourself in the Backalleys, just remember to follow the barking and never drink the water.
Sources can be found on the “Long List of Sources” page.