Backrooms Entity 15 Novels & Stories

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.”

He deciphered the riddle, unlocking a hidden passage behind the monolith. The passage led them to a deep cavern, its walls adorned with ancient murals depicting the history of the entity. They saw its origins, its rise to power, its manipulation of those it deemed worthy. Lyra felt a profound sense of dread as she absorbed the information, recognizing the terrible truth of what they had unleashed. The entity’s power was vast and terrifying, its influence far-reaching and sinister.

I called over my shoulder Burney nodded and leapt what took me four steps to cover before disappearing through the broken pane. I stepped in after him and cringed, landing on top of the wet flesh of a Taken. Panic coursed through my veins as I stepped off its cooling body. All his wounds were glass related, which meant the shade was still here. I swallowed my fear and looked up.

“It followed him. And I think… I think he didn’t come back entirely. He’s trapped inside. The Entity is using him to reach us.” A murmur spread through the room. Some students backed away. Others gripped their arms, trembling. “Then what do we do?” Adrian asked. “We can’t fight what we can’t see.” Maeve shook her head. “We can’t fight it head-on. We need to find the connections—the bridges where it leaks into our world. Every reflection, every memory it touches becomes a doorway. If we can sever those, we might buy time.”

He was still anxious when he thought of that ghastly nightmare. Davian and Felicity were both drunk in Club Enigma, and the music in the room was deafening. Felicity collapsed on the couch, eyes closed, but could still sing along with a few lines. Davian collapsed next to her, completely blacked out. A man was sitting in a dark corner. He was dressed in a black shirt and black pants, like Hades, the ruler of darkness. He gently swirled a glass of red wine in his hand, and the dark shade of red that was reflected in his eyes made them blood-red. He stared at the glass for a long time, and suddenly sneered, his expression cold. 'That woman's heart is cold and hard, like a rock. I can never cha

When I’m done, I come out from behind the tree and make my way over to them. I idly wonder what would’ve happened between them or what more they would’ve said, had I snapped that twig just a few moments later, while trailing behind them as they start in the direction of our campsite. Neither says a word the whole way there. As we get closer, the sweet, sticky, metallic scent of liquid copper fills my nose. The smell getting stronger and more potent the closer we get to the site. Bo is the first to greet us when we get back. “Are the pups alright?” Gray asks him, as we all take in the wreckage that was our camp.

What an overreacting, weak creature. They scurried off leaving him and their victim. He sighed and turned to the woman who's eyes are open wide and looked at him in full horror. Her neck is dripping with blood from each side and her wrists are awfully cut. Her own blood is messily scattered on her face and shirt. Her body is also starting to spasm because of the poison those stupid kids' fangs contain. She must be a college student judging by the tote bag beside her and the books sticking out of it.

A bunch of assorted boards and beams rested against the wall in the corner between the boiler and the left wall. In the kitchen that still hadn’t been renovated, Brandon Price faced the wingman’s handheld cam to say they were about to investigate the basement, where rumor had it an evil entity was lurking, that wasn’t there for their previous investigation. He would go down ahead of the others, all by himself, to see if he was able to make contact with said entity, which he suspected to be of a demonic nature. “The brave dear leader,” I grunted. “Purposely.” “You mean he came already planning to get rid of his attachment here?”

She was preparing to deliver her final killing blow, urging the courts to make an example of me, the social degenerate. Then it happened. The giant screen behind her flickered. Without warning, the giant LCD screen behind her flickered and changed. Her tear-streaked face disappeared from the screen. A black player interface took its place. Moments later, a crystal-clear audio recording blared through the speakers, reaching every corner of the hall and every livestream. The voices in the recording belonged to two people.

Ethan followed a second later, his own cum a hot, thick flood that spilled out and coated their tangled thighs as he let out a final, guttural roar. The aftermath was a heavy, stinging hangover. Ethan collapsed over her back, his literal weight pressing her into the floor. Madison lay there, her limbs shaking, her skin raw. The salt of his sweat dripped onto her shoulder, the lingering warmth between her thighs the only thing making her feel real. "The sensor is picking up more movement," Ethan whispered against her ear, his breath ragged. "Below us. Thousands of them." Madison pushed herself up, her eyes landing on the pit. She reached down and picked up a jagged piece of the broken crown.