Backrooms Level 1 Novels & Stories

The first man peeped around the corner and I went down on one knee and when he looked at me again, I shot him in the head. The smells, the sounds and even the light breeze that ran through my hair all felt so real. If I didn’t know any better I would have thought that this was a real life encounter and I was alone. I channeled my focus on the sounds around me. I could smell his blood and I moved forward slowly. I encountered five wolves and four vampires as I cleared the first level. It seemed too easy, they weren’t really attacking me and I hoped that the next building would be more of a challenge.

" My eyes flew open to see Sophia standing before me, still alive and breathing. She was wearing an elegant long dress and had her hair pulled up in a high ponytail, radiating youthful energy. Even so, her eyes were unable to hide their contempt. The Sophia from my future was mature, cold, and unapproachable, but this version of her was bright and spirited, still carrying a touch of liveliness. A lump formed in my throat when I laid my eyes on her. The time machine had indeed brought me back to the past, but unfortunately, it seemed to have malfunctioned. Instead of returning to when we first met, I had arrived thirteen years in the past, on the day Sophia and I were about to be married. Tha

Just stayed there, ass up, hole gaping and winking, letting everyone see how thoroughly he’d been used. The harnessed host from the entrance appeared again, voice low and calm over the constant wet sounds of flesh slapping flesh around us. “Pairing round complete. The floor is yours. No limits. No refusals. Use each other. Fill each other. Break each other. When you’re ready for the next level… the back room is open.” He stepped back into the shadows.

There were also traps, which made it difficult to guard against. Judy could no longer withstand the pressure and broke out in cold sweat. “One step back for this one, and one step back for this one, right?” “One step back for this one, and one step back for this one, and then flip it beautifully.” “There are two traps in this level. First, add up the bridge, and then one step back for the flip.” “Beautiful. Very good. Continue.” A few people surrounded him and gave him advice. However, when they reached the twenty-first level, Willie stepped back and poured himself a cup of coffee.

Payback is a bitch. *** Alexi POV I woke up with a pounding headache, covered in a thick film of dirt, sweat, and blood. My body felt like I had been hit by a train…twice. I had no idea where I was or how I had gotten there. Looking around, I saw that I was in a makeshift bedroom decorated in red and black. It looked like a cliché vampire’s bedroom. “What the fuck is going on?” I said to myself. Something wasn’t right; why couldn’t I recollect anything from the past few days?

When she got home, she locked the door, bathed, threw herself on her bed, and fell asleep. She suddenly woke up in the middle of the night in a familiar room which was not hers. She looked around the room and her eyes landed on a plushie toy that she had in her childhood. "This room..." She whispered to herself, holding back her tears when suddenly she heard a commotion outside her room. Suddenly, she heard the sound of a gunshot outside of her room and quickly ran out to see her parents lying lifelessly on the ground in a pool of blood. "Mom! Dad!" She screamed and ran towards her parents. She kneeled in front of them and broke into tears as she desperately shook their body so that they wou

"The late-night study session is in full swing. We’re going to walk through the stacks, and you’re going to act like a perfectly normal, perfectly failing student." He pressed a button on the remote. The vibration hit me like a lightning bolt. It wasn't a gentle buzz; it was a high-frequency, aggressive throb that seemed to rattle my very bones. My knees buckled, and I had to grab the edge of the desk to keep from falling. "Ah! Sir... please!" "Quiet," he snapped, though his eyes were dancing with sadistic delight. "This is level one, Liam. There are ten levels. Every time you make a sound, every time you stumble, I turn it up. If you cry out in public, the 'F' becomes permanent."

Chapter 9: Black Backbreaker The hallway throbs, a pulsing chamber of raw sensation. Her moans, broken and blissful beneath his kiss, are a symphony of surrender that fuels his relentless drive. He feels her body arching against him, her hips grinding, a desperate, unbidden response to his every thrust. Her legs, wrapped tight around his waist, pull him deeper, locking him in, an anchor to her unravelling. Her mouth, hot and pliant beneath his, accepts his demanding kiss, swallowing his urgency, silencing her fading protests. The wet slap of their skin against the wall, the rhythmic thwack of flesh on flesh, is a drumbeat to their descent into primal ecstasy.

All night, everything from the past played out in my mind like a movie. The next morning. I struggled out of the bedroom with my weakened body. The door to the guest room was open. A piece of lacy lingerie lay at the foot of the bed, clearly visible. I smiled faintly and glanced at the time. It was time to bring this farce to an end.