About the mysterious rubber room. It is said that those who have slept in it at least once, experienced strange sensations and plunged into madness. But what really goes on behind its walls?

The door to the room was locked with a powerful lock, and the room itself was wrapped in soft, rubbery walls that created an creeping sense of security and stifling confinement at the same time. But that wasn't the only oddity - the whole place was filled with rats. They scurried noisily across the floor as if dancing in their gray coats, making squeaking noises that pierced the silence.

Whoever dared to stay here for the night would find himself a prisoner. At first it seemed that the rats were just amusing with their activity, but soon their number began to grow and their behavior became more and more aggressive. They behaved like kings and queens, not putting anyone near them. It seemed to many that the rats could read minds, and the longer they stayed in the room, the more a sense of madness enveloped them.

I started talking to the rats, discussing my fears and doubts as if they were old friends. But the rats would not respond, only laughing and whispering amongst themselves. The days spent in the rubber room turned into an endless labyrinth of madness, where reality mixed with fantasy.

As soon as I tried to leave this horrible place, the rats came from all directions, and their evil looks were like saying, “Where are you going? You're already ours!” Thus was formed the grim legend of the rubber room, the remedies for which seemed not to exist, until it swallowed up another victim of madness. Is it possible to escape from this nightmare when rats become your only interlocutors in the vast shadows of despair?