Backrooms Level 4 Novels & Stories

His breathing was heavy, the heat of his body radiating through his dark dress shirt. "I am intact," Chloe gasped, coughing violently as the thick dust coated her throat. She clung to the lapels of his shirt, using him as a physical anchor in the pitch black room. "What just happened? Did Liam have an explosive failsafe?" "That was not a failsafe," Julian growled softly, his voice tight with absolute, lethal focus. "That was a shaped breaching charge. Someone just blew the primary security doors off Sub Level Four." Across the dark room, Liam let out a pathetic, ragged groan. He was still strapped tightly to the heavy metal chair, completely immobilized and screaming in blind panic.

“They took her. Not me.” Alex froze mid-advance. His blood turned to ice. “Who. Took. Her.” Calla stepped back as the motion-sensor emergency lights flickered to partial life, bathing the room in dim red. Her face looked almost ghostly. “Project Rebirth’s retrieval unit,” she said. “They’re faster than you think.” Maya gasped. “They breached Level 40 already. That’s impossible” “Nothing is impossible for Rebirth,” Calla snapped. Alex stepped closer. “Why didn’t you stop them?”

Brief, steam-like hisses accompany the repeated sound of nail guns punching, as the inverted collar spikes sink into human necks, drawing blood and forcing the new slaves to start pushing the huge money bags along. “Sub-level 5: Child-killers, mass murderers and random shooters. Those who bullied the weak. Also the slothful and the morose. If you look to your right, you might catch glimpse of the abominable River Styx.” I smell something like sewer gas and before anyone can scream “God have mercy,” a tidal wave of some nasty liquid has engulfed the elevator. I savor a few precious seconds of peace thinking how like a blessing it would be to finally die in the intangible hands of the element

In an instant, my consciousness plunged deep into the vast, silent void of my private spatial realm. Previously, my storage realm had felt like a massive, enclosed concrete warehouse—a dark, hollow space that was already cram-packed to the ceiling with thousands of wooden crates, steel shipping containers, long rows of canned grain, medical supplies, fuel drums, and military rations that I had spent months stockpiling. The walls had felt tight, crowded, and almost full to the limit. Now, as the Level 2 upgrade surged through the space, the surrounding walls didn't just shift—they shattered inward like fine glass and dissolved into vast, endless light.

Vance growled low, stepping between Kaelen and the private elevator entrance as the heavy steel doors of the penthouse foyer let out a dull, pneumatic hissed groan. LEVEL 38... LEVEL 39... LEVEL 40. PING. The elevator car arrived. The heavy steel doors began to slide open into the pitch-black penthouse.

He knew that, no matter what state he was in, there was no way he would’ve entered that dank hole. The rewind button was pushed. The image of the basement spooled backwards. Nothing, nothing, nothing. It was like a slug negotiating a staircase. Was that . . . ? Nope, just his mother taking out a load of laundry, his younger sister dancing behind her in ballet shoes, then walking backwards up the stairs. Time zipped on. She came back down and put the laundry in. Then nothing. Nothing stirred, not even a mouse. It wasn’t until the very end, the last minute of tape that he saw— Four figures in black hooded robes carrying his naked body. Weird marks were painted in red up and down his frame, cir

The screen flickered, a series of complex genomic strings scrolling past faster than I could read. "It’s not a virus, Elara," Julian breathed, his eyes scanning the code. "It’s a map. He’s showing us the 'Sub-Level 4' blueprints." "Sub-Level 4? The university only has two basement levels, Julian. I’ve lived on this campus for three years. There is no Level 4." "That’s because it’s not under the university," Julian said, his fingers flying across the keys. "It’s under the reservoir. Look at the thermal signatures."

Leo said grimly. TIME: 20:30 HOURS. LOCATION: SECTOR 8 SUB-LEVEL 6 - "THE CATACOMBS." STATUS: INFILTRATION. The deeper they went, the quieter it got. Sub-Level 4 was noisy—filled with the sounds of dripping water, distant shouting, and the hum of scavenged generators. Sub-Level 6 was a tomb. The tunnels here were older. The walls weren't made of concrete; they were made of century-old brick, slick with black mold. The floor was covered in a foot of stagnant, oily water that swirled around their boots as they waded through the dark.

After the doors closed again, I hit the button to the 4th floor then it transported me to the 4th floor, re-opening its doors. I rushed out of it, scuttled to the room with the label 'ROOM 4G' on it. I inserted the card into the correct hole and unlocked the door, took the card then pushed the door open. Groaning, I lowered my head to my fingers, massaging my forehead, as I shoved myself in. The moment I raised my head, I almost went blind as I caught the blazing hot sight in front of me.

The facility isn't just a building. It’s a tumor carved into the cliffside. We breach the perimeter using the cloned keycards Echo generated. The air inside is recycled, cold, and smells of ozone and money. It’s the same smell as the black site, the same smell as the penthouse. The scent of power. "Sub-level 4," Alex whispers, checking the schematic on his wrist comm. "That's where the core is. That's where she is." We move like ghosts. The corridors are sleek, white, and disturbingly empty.