Backrooms Entity Novels & Stories

The formations are stalactites and stalagmites. There are bones of small animals scattered about There is an echo like a cave; the rocks feel rough and smooth. The inside is comparable to a geode. Angela finds herself lost; as she turns around. All she sees is dark when she notices a set of yellow eyes staring right at her; Angela walks to the back and steps backward; the eyes are moving toward her. The darkness covers the formation of this thing walking up towards her; she reaches backward and finds herself against the wall. “NO!” She screams as her palms start sweating; her heart is racing, and she is in fear. Just then, she wakes up; it's midnight; she looks down on the bottom bunk. Her f

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.

The entity stared at him. The whispers below screamed louder. The crack widened. And suddenly hands began climbing out. Human hands. Pale and root-covered, dragging themselves upward from the darkness beneath the forest floor. I stumbled backward in horror. There were dozens of them. No—hundreds. Not bodies. Only arms reaching desperately upward before dissolving back into shadow. The entity made a broken sound in its throat. “I know them.” The creature spread its arms slowly toward the opening beneath the earth. “They are what remains of the selves you abandoned.”

"You're Spencer Quill, the one managing the encryption keys all along?" I nodded calmly. "Yes, that's me." Gary glanced at everyone before barking, "Come to the office with me! I need to talk to you!" Chester raised his head high and shot me a smug look, mouthing, "You're done." I merely glanced at him before shutting the door. The next second, Gary dropped to his knees in front of me with a thud.

The body was Maeve’s, but the eyes… they were hers, but older, wiser, and somehow sadder. You can’t trust me, she—or it—said. Cade froze. “What… what are you?” I am what happens when choices fracture. I am her consciousness… and hers… and what remains of me trapped here. He swallowed. His mind screamed. He realized that the Entity wasn’t just a being—it was a network, a hive of consciousnesses, and some of them were people he trusted. Maeve, Lila, Adrian—fragments had been absorbed, twisted, and released back as weapons.

She interrupted. "Well, I'm not" I replied as i thought of a possible way to get back at Ratchet. And i knew where exactly to go. **** "How can i get back at Ratchet?" I peeped through the book shelf, almost startling her. "Fuck Wu" Rebekah exclaimed as she closed the book. "Are you busy?" I asked as i turned around to see a few of the inmates slouched on the ground. And a bunch of powder on the ground.

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.

Retreating. Emma's pulse accelerated. "What is it?" Nobody answered. Because they were all looking upward. And when Emma followed their gaze— She understood why. The framework was breaking. Not damaged. Not attacked. Overridden. Something beyond it was forcing entry. Something larger. Older. More fundamental. The being finally spoke. Its voice carried something Emma had never heard before. Concern. "The Custodians." Silence exploded. The End reacted instantly. RESTRICTED ENTITIES DETECTED.

The humanoid silhouette standing in the column of white steam did not have features; it had edges. It stood twelve feet tall and was a dense, calcified mass of silver-blue light that seemed to draw the very atmospheric heat out of the amphitheatre. Every time the entity took a step onto the dark granite floorboards, the five frost-encased sheets of the Ratification on the basalt altar vibrated, throwing off tiny, sharp blue sparks that hissed against the soot. The permanent silver-blue veins on Kaela’s forearms were burning at a brutal, blinding ceiling, and her biological radar violently arced as the territory's root memory connected to the entity's stride.

"Could that work on the entity. If I showed it what it is." Fen was quiet for a moment. "The 1387 account describes attempts along those lines," he said. "None successful. The entity doesn't have the architecture to receive that kind of showing the way Aldric did. Aldric had a conscience. He had a self that could be confronted." He paused. "The entity is a process, not a person. You can't confront a process with itself." "But you can remove the conditions that sustain the process," I said. "Yes," he said. "That's the only solution the account finds viable. Sustained three-line activity. Eighteen months."