Revolution Raceway - Oshkosh, Wisconsin

Shon D.

i came here at my stay in Wisconsin and there was a spectical vibe in the basement i will say. I ended up walking to far and saw some party room? not really sure but ill link a picture

Mark A.

this is a go cart place so stop pretending like it's the backrooms and besides this isn't even endless people work there and they are making a movie. how did you leave a review on it if you were STUCK

Daniel_Šitár

The store was completely empty upon my arrival. No furniture, no people and no tracks. All there was was yellow wallpaper, moist brown carpets, and buzzing fluorescent lights. There weren't even doors, just endless corridors. I tried asking the staff for guidance but there was just one... thing that yelled at me and chased me through the store. Good times, cozy atmosphere, would recommend.

Cem M.

I don’t know what day it is. I don’t even know how long I’ve been here. This place, these endless, sickly yellow rooms, stretch on forever. The buzzing fluorescent lights overhead are relentless, and the damp, moldy carpet squelches under my feet with every step. It smells like mildew and old, forgotten things.

I was just going about my day, walking through the office, when I tripped or fell or something. One minute, I was reaching for the door handle, and the next, I was here. I thought it was just a strange dream at first, but I’ve pinched myself a thousand times now. This is real.

The worst part is the silence. It’s deafening. Sometimes, I think I hear something—distant footsteps, maybe a whisper—but when I strain to listen, it’s gone. Or maybe it’s just my mind playing tricks on me. I can’t tell anymore.

I’ve tried to mark my path, but the rooms all look the same. I’m afraid I’m just going in circles. The fluorescent lights hum incessantly, driving me to the brink of madness. I haven’t seen another person, not even a hint of one, but I can’t shake the feeling that I’m being watched. Sometimes, I catch shadows moving in the corners of my eyes, but when I turn to look, there’s nothing there.

I found a crumpled paper on the floor today. It was covered in strange symbols I couldn’t understand. I clutched it to my chest like a lifeline, but I don’t know what it means. It just added to my confusion.

I’ve tried everything to find an exit. Every door leads to another room, every hallway loops back on itself. I’m trapped. I don’t know how long I can keep my sanity in this place. My phone is useless—no signal, and the battery is almost dead. I use it sparingly, just to see the time, though it doesn’t matter here.

I’m so tired, but I can’t sleep. How can I, with this constant hum and the dread gnawing at my insides? My mind keeps conjuring up images of what might be lurking just beyond my sight, in those endless yellow rooms. I’m scared, Diary. More scared than I’ve ever been in my life.

If anyone finds this, know that I was here. Know that I tried to find my way out. Know that I didn’t just vanish without a trace. I was here, lost in this nightmarish maze.

I’m going to keep moving. I have to. Maybe, just maybe, there’s a way out. There has to be. Right?

Sigma R. W. H.

Dostałem się tam do backrooms nie wiem jak

VordoPollik

10/10 Had a lot of fun racing with my little car!!! My friend who came with me disappeared though, he sent me this image a few minutes ago and I haven’t been able to reach him since… Wu?

Reed L.

So I went up in here to race my rc car, it was loads of fun but then I just kinda fell through the floor and I’m stuck here and all there is is yellow wallpapers and this moist carpet, but apart from that good time😁👍

Christian D.

I heard this place sells great Racecars, but if you're curious, you'll end up finding the Backrooms, where it's origin photo was taken