Backrooms Entity 15 Novels & Stories

"It's not bleeding that bad, you're going to be okay." Maybe physically. I looked around for the first time and saw blood spatter against the walls and furniture. Entrails and scraps of flesh were scattered around the living suite, accompanied by other evidences of dismemberment. Jai was cornering something beside the bed. His hands were stretched out by his sides as he crouched low. After what I had been through, I would have thought nothing would have surprised me. I was shocked, however, to see the mounds of black fur that peaked over Jai's shoulder.

Right before he took his last breath, he opened his eyes and mustered the last bit of strength he had left to caress my face with his small, cold hand. "Don't be sad, Mommy," he had whispered. At the same time, the healers discovered that Faith was carrying a pup. … Felix pulled open the front passenger seat door when I walked over to the black Maybach. I slipped inside and buckled my seatbelt. "Where to?" Felix asked. "38 Oceanview Road." There was a small cottage on the edge of the Blackrock pack's territory. It used to be Felix's and my secret base. The car suddenly screeched to a stop.

she didn't notice the final notification that appeared at the bottom of the screen. A notification the system seemed reluctant to show. [Warning] [Entity Detected Inside Crosswell Estate Basement] [Status: Active] [Status: Awake]

For some reason, my whole body had lost every single strength in it, and I could not push myself up from the floor. I began to crawl backwards, as my eyes could not shit away from the entity in front of me. It was not that I could not look away from it, but I feared that if I did, I would be dead in an instant. As I kept crawling backwards in a pathetic attempt to escape the entity, my back suddenly hit a wall.

She spat. The sneer widened. "Very good indeed." Astasha's mind went haywire. This couldn’t be happening. From what she had read, a person who died, and was somehow brought back, could carry with them an entity from the other side, a creature of corruption who could share their body, or if strong enough, take it over completely. Of all the spells and scrolls she had studied though, nothing had prepared her to come face to face with one. "What did you do to Calder?"

The pain in my head and stomach made me very unbearable, and slowly my eyes felt very heavy and started to close. "Mom, Dad, I'm sorry," I said before my eyes completely closed. "Amber, wake up, Amber." Why do I feel something shaking my body? Didn't I die, and now that I'm in the hospital, will my womb survive in the end?

she whispered to me. I let out a piercing scream as she repeated the process on the other side of my back. As she continued, I felt a sensation stirring beneath my skin, intensifying the agony. My body convulsed violently as I collapsed to my knees. Agony surged through me, causing my entire being to seize up as I cried out once more. I slumped forward, attempting to claw at the ground beneath me as the entity within my back writhed beneath my skin.

But it was her eyes—his eyes—that shattered him. Gray. Unmistakably Carrington. “Abuela, who’s that man?” Teresa looked at Damien again, hard and unreadable. Then, with a sigh like surrender, she turned back inside. “Camila, baby, go back to the living room, okay? I’ll be there in a minute.” Camila stared at Damien for another second, curious. “Okay.” She turned and padded away. Only once the girl disappeared did Teresa step back. “You have five minutes.”

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.

Zara stepped forward, furious now. “No. Absolutely not. We are not doing that.” Failsafe pulsed. “Implementation required.” And then— It acted. A pulse—not light, not sound, but something deeper—rippled outward. People froze. Not completely. But enough. Enough to interrupt momentum. To reset. The Entity pointed—not randomly. Precisely. “You,” it said, indicating a man near the front. “Injured. High priority. Proceed.” The man stumbled forward, confused—but he moved.