Backrooms Entities Novels & Stories

“The same mountains where the threads are gathering.” Malrik nodded slowly. “Yes.” Marcus cursed under his breath. “So the entity is trying to return there?” “No,” Aria whispered suddenly. Everyone looked toward her. Her eyes had unfocused slightly again. Not lost. Seeing. “The entity is already there.” A chill ripped through the chamber. Aria’s breathing became uneven as flashes tore through her mind again. Darkness. Massive underground ruins. Silver light moving beneath cracked stone. And something enormous sleeping deep below the mountains. Not fully awake.

the entity said. “And yet… here I am,” I repeated. Stronger this time. Because now I believed it. Something moved behind the entity. More shadows. More shapes. My stomach dropped. “They’re not alone,” I whispered. Her voice responded immediately. “Multiple presences detected.” Great. Just great. “Of course you brought backup,” I muttered. “This is not a confrontation,” the entity replied. “This is retrieval.” “Yeah?” I smiled faintly. “Then you’re doing a terrible job.”

My home. A kneel on the ground, my hands lying flat on the blackened earth. My vision going blurry with unshed tears as I realise what this place was once. I place my hand to my cheeks as the first tear falls from my eyes. I watch in awe as it slips from my finger tip and hits the ground. My newly acquired mark on my back began to heat painfully against my skin, my vision clouding and a deafening scream rings out through my head. I can feel the mark on my back flare with heat and my head feels as if it will split into two. The feel of flames snake there way through my body and into my mind, I hold my head as the noise continues. The ruined home disappears from view and is replaced with a bea

“So he’s got demon-eyes. We’ve got a guy who can turn monsters into pebbles and a girl who can stop time when she has a panic attack. We’re all weird here.” “That’s different,” Emma insisted. “Our weirdness is… human weirdness. His is… old weirdness.” Classy looked up from his tablet. “She’s not wrong. According to the files Amy let me access—and I think she only let me see what she wanted me to see—the Shadowalker entity predates recorded history. References in Mesopotamian tablets, coded mentions in medieval grimoires. It’s not a person; it’s a concept given a body when it finds a suitable host.”

It didn't move like a physical body; it unfolded like a tear in reality. Two eyes opened. They weren't the brilliant gold of a dominant wolf, nor the piercing ice-blue of a high born Lycan. They were pitch black. Voids of pure, absolute nothingness that seemed to pull the remaining light of the room into their depths. When the entity spoke, it wasn't a sound that traveled through the air; it was a physical vibration, sounding like a thousand massive grinding stones turning against each other, echoing directly inside the marrow of Saed's skull.

She looked like hell (blood in her hair, new pale scars across her palms where power had burned through skin), but she was breathing, and that was everything. “Hey,” she whispered, sliding her hand into mine. “Hey yourself.” I pulled her close and just breathed her in. Smoke, sweat, wildflowers, home. “How bad is it?” “Bad,” she admitted against my chest. “The Entity keeps trying to prop me up, like pouring coffee into a cracked cup. Every time it helps, I feel… thinner. Like I’m becoming background in my own body.” The Entity spoke to both of us this time; his tone was calm and matter-of-fact.

Like a heartbeat under floorboards. "I'm coming, Jaynayah," I gritted out, the words snatched away by the psychic wind. I took another step. The resistance doubled. The ground beneath my feet shifted. The hard, slick obsidian softened, turning into a thick, viscous tar. It grabbed at my boots, sucking me down to my ankles. It was cold, freezing cold, leaking a numbness that tried to crawl up my shins. THIS IS THE MIRE OF HISTORY, the Entity mocked, its red eyes glowing high above the fiery core. THE WEIGHT OF CENTURIES OF OPPRESSION. YOUR KIND BUILT THIS SWAMP. NOW DROWN IN IT.

“System coherence dropping. Adaptation threshold exceeded.” The Entity finally moved.

Then for the first time it answered without certainty. …Unexpected interpretation. Nathan stepped closer again. “You’re wrong about her,” he said. “You’re wrong about all of this.” The entity turned slightly toward him. And then the darkness behind it shifted. Something else was coming through. Something older than even it. Ryker’s face changed instantly. “…No…” Ethan stepped back. “What now?” The entity’s voice lowered slightly. Correction layer activation detected. The white cracked again. And from beyond it another presence began to form.

Dropping silently from the spatial folds were shapes I recognized, and some I didn't. There were dozens of the towering, featureless Null-Sentinels, their limbs rippling like ink. But landing behind them were entirely new horrors Void-Weavers. They were multi-legged, spidery entities composed of jagged black glass, weaving nets of localized anti-gravity that deleted anything they touched. "Here they come!" Tank yelled, revving his trike. "Wolves! Revers! Paladins! Hold the line!" Dax commanded.