Backrooms Level 2 Novels & Stories

I say. “Agreed, but it can’t come from us. We can’t have alphas looking our way, songbird,” he warns me. Shit, he is right. “I sense something alive in the back room, but otherwise it’s empty,” he adds. We go to the back together, and Caleb opens the flimsy door. It’s a long room, and the back wall is filled with cages. The cages are all broken and dirty, and it stinks. The doors are all open except for a few at the bottom. I try not to look at the piles of bones and red dust in the open cages as I head to the closed ones.

"The Bone Orchard is three levels down." We descended. We passed a barracks on the second level. The door was ajar. Inside, hundreds of human followers were sleeping on cots. I paused, looking in. They looked... wrong. Their skin was grey. Their breathing was shallow and synchronized. Thin tendrils of purple mist were drifting up from their mouths, pooling on the ceiling, and flowing upward through the ventilation. "They aren't sleeping," I murmured. "They're being harvested." "We should kill them," Daxon murmured, his hand on his knife. "Put them out of their misery."

My gaze coldly fell onto their bodies that had fallen onto the ground before they could figure out what had happened. I calmly wiped my hands altogether, stepping on them as I looked at Claude who gave me a thumbs up. I beckoned him forward. “Let’s go.” Both of us moved to the iron-barred basement where it had been few meters away from the three guards earlier. I couldn't help but frown when the more we get closer, the more the air grew damp and I could scent metallic—blood was thick. However, when we got closer, my gaze fell onto the wolves inside the basement.

“But this? This can be my howl. My last fight.” I nodded slowly. “I’ll come for you the second it starts,” I said. “I swear.” And then, for a moment, neither of us were wolves or soldiers or weapons. We were just two siblings, clinging to a promise in the dark. --- At 1140, the lights flickered. The reset began. My body tensed. Go time. I moved fast through the vents, passing air circulation towers and abandoned supply shafts. When I reached Sub-Level X again, I paused behind the main duct grate.

The doctor sighed and explained, "You're correct. Mr. Lane's private parts have been entirely necrotized. Normal function will no longer be possible." "No! This is impossible!" Timothy yelled in despair. "That geezer told me that taking those drugs would treat my impotence! I even felt a difference after taking it for the past few days. How could it have suddenly necrotized? Are you sure you didn't make an error in your observation, doctor? Please check again! There must still be hope!"

He turned Chelsey around, making her face on the bed as Chad bend her body and thrust her back. Chelsey almost shout aloud with pleasure as Chad thurst her hardly. "Oooooh Chadddd! Oooooh!" Chelsey felt heaven while Chad is thrusting her so hard and deeper. Chelsey had multiple releases that she almost lost her conciousness with the pleasure she was experiencing now. Chad is really good in bed as first timer. "Aaaaah I am cumming Chelsey, Aaaahh!" Chad thrust his girlfriend so hard making Chelsy faint. "Aaaah!" Chelsey cried with pleasure as she faints.

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.

Back to the present.... Slowly she opened her eyes, tears were running down her cheek, the pain she was feeling was beyond any attribution in the world She looked around, the cursed book, the dark room, she wanted to destroy the world, she wanted to scream, her soul was burning, her pain was increasing, she shook her head, to get out of the room, and she was running with all her might All her memories came back at once, oh my god how did she do that?

she repeated. Terry turned the dimmers to full. Fluorescents flared. The chamber sharpened: cables like veins, the Worm crouched and waiting, and—across the hall—a mural waking. Where soot had flaked, pigment breathed. The boy’s hands were lifted not in fear but offering; the Minotaur’s eyes had found a red no torch should give. Jessica swallowed whatever that did to her and stepped to the breach with Module 22 live. She aimed the tablet’s camera at the new edges, scanning for any carved line that hadn’t seen light in eighty years.

Because this— this isn’t an exit. It’s something else. A massive chamber. Silent. Waiting. And at the center— a single chair. Connected to everything. Wires. Energy. Control. My stomach drops. “Leon…” “I see it.” The voice returns. Closer than ever. “Welcome to Phase Two.” I freeze. Because this time— it doesn’t echo. It comes from right behind us. And slowly— I turn.