Revolution Raceway — Local services in Oshkosh

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...

I wouldnt recommend this place for anyone due to the fact the race dicertor here allows certian racers make the rules and say who cant be there or race. Due to the fact cause they think they own the place. But they allow people race here that come in there drunk when its suppose to be a drug and alcohol free area which they state in there rules alcohol and drug prohited from proterty. But they allow people smoke drugs in there parking lot during the races but still allow them to be there. If you cant race there but the owner still allows you to come in there to buy parts which thats double standards. Which how thats far? They banned other people but they allow them to come back because they have friends there. So i wouldnt recommended no to go there and support this...

It's unfair that I have to give this place 1 star! Horrible experience buying a drone that did not work correctly right out of the box. Brought it back(30 min drive each way)and after I told them it would lose stability and drop out of the air, they flew it for 20 seconds and said it worked fine. I then said I would rather spend much more on a higher quality drone. I was informed I couldn't return this one because the box was open! How do you know something doesn't work until it's out of the box? After getting back home, 1 motor does not work at all! $139.00 for for complete junk! I ordered a drone online from Amazon, $800.00 Hobbytown could have made! Save yourself the headache and...