As the boy approached the large oak door off to the side he noticed a small office door with a gleaming metallic handle, the door was old and had what appeared to be condensation clinging to its peeling paint. The door was an off-white color ravaged by time, the door wouldn't seem off in an abandoned building the boy thought to himself.
He suddenly began approaching the door in question, the Clerk's hammed smile beginning to fade as he grew closer and closer to the door, his heart slowly racing as he stood in front of the peeling paint. The boy sniffed the air that surrounded the door wincing at the odor pouring from the door. It was a mix of dust and wet... something, "Carpet." he said to himself...
From standing next to it he could hear the buzzing of lights as if one million mosquitos were packed into a single room and ready to sting the first person they came across. With a heavy hand, he began reaching for the handle the Clerk gave him a concerned look as his hand grew closer and closer to the handle. He clasped the handle with the sweat beginning to form on his forehead as he pressed down.
With a scream, he felt the sensation of him falling almost as if into nothing as he saw himself sinking into the floor of the magic shop at a horrifying pace. Soon he was falling underneath the shop itself looking up and seeing nothing but pure black around him as he continued to scream. Suddenly, he hit solid ground with a wet thud...
The young boy lay slunched over in an unfamiliar place, he looked down at the ground to see wet, moist carpet. He shot up to his feet and looked around at the rooms that surrounded him. Unfortunately, he was not careful and had no-clipped out of reality and ended up in the Backrooms, where it’s nothing but the stink of old moist carpet, the madness of mono-yellow, the endless background noise of fluorescent lights at maximum hum-buzz, and approximately six hundred million square miles of randomly segmented empty rooms to be trapped in.
The young boy heard something wandering around nearby and he knew he was done for, because it sure as hell heard him...