Backrooms Level 4 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

Stage Three: Earth I slammed into stone hard enough to rattle bones. The ground cracked. Boulders moved. The ceiling trembled. Then the walls began to close. A chamber of pressure. Of weight. “Endure.” I bled. My shoulder gave under the impact. But I crawled. Clawed. Shoved my hand into the dirt and begged it to listen. It did. A staircase opened. I climbed. Stage Four: Water Darkness. Then cold. Then the plunge. I hit icy depths, lungs compressing, pressure pulling me down, down, down.

Then he pulls out and watches his load spill out of my wrecked pussy, running over my clit and down my legs. He picks the machine back up, calm as anything, and resumes shading my back like he didn’t just fuck me into another dimension. When he’s done, he wipes me down, pulls my clothes back on over my ruined body, and smacks my sore ass one final time. “Session three complete,” he says, voice rough with satisfaction. “Next week we start the lower back. I’m strapping you to the chair, legs spread, and fucking you while I shade right above your ass. You’ll be begging before the needle even touches skin.”

In a flash, I use sprint and dashed out from my shelter closing in the distance in a few secs and land a strike using my iron claws exactly on its head. [-7] [Zameleon: HP 38/45] It does not die immediately just as I guessed so I use my hands and legs to lock down the beast on the ground. It resisted as the creature tries to swing me off from its body. But it is too late now I have my claws dug deep enough on its skin. With that, I slashed with my claws a few more times. [You have killed Lvl 4 Zameleon] [Level up] [Level up]

When will the day where I wake up and say “Ah, what a boring and carefree new day in this life!” I wonder if accepting the Abyss offer of reincarnation was a good idea… I just want to…close my eyes and…Sleep. {Notice, you have reached the peak of level 18 and leveled up to level 19} {Notice, you have reached the peak of level 19 and leveled up to level 20} {Notice, you have reached the peak of level 20 and leveled up to level 21} {Notice, you have reached the peak of level 21 and leveled up to level 22}

Abram kicked it open, the metal groaning as it hit the wall. "Who goes there?" a voice shouted from below. Abram didn't answer with words. He leaned over the railing and let out a long, terrifying howl. It wasn't the sound of a man. It was the sound of the Blood Hunt. From deep below, a dozen voices answered. The prisoners. They knew. The mountain echoed with the sound of a hundred wolves calling for vengeance. They reached Level Four. The air here was different—thick with the smell of chemicals, antiseptic, and rot. Abram kicked through the final door and stepped into a nightmare.

Eliana whispered, her breath misting in the frigid air. She was right. The narrow, utilitarian concrete corridor suddenly flared outward, transitioning into a massive, vaulted chamber constructed entirely of brushed steel and reinforced glass. Above the heavy, double-wide blast doors at the entrance, a digital sign glowed with a sickly green light: LEVEL 4: BIO-EXTRACTION & REFINEMENT. "This is it," Baraka said, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous register. "This is the core of the facility." The blast doors were slightly ajar, the hydraulic locks having failed long ago. Baraka pushed them open with a heavy screech of metal on metal.

However, I simply turned off my phone, put in my earbuds, and closed my eyes. When Sienna still didn't get a response, she pulled my curtain open. It was already past 1:00 am, but another roommate was still up playing video games. The glow of her monitor flashed against my eyelids as the keyboard clacked in the background. "Melissa? Melissa? Are you asleep?" Sienna's voice grew louder. At that point, it was loud enough to wake anyone up. Still, I kept my eyes tightly shut, determined not to move. I knew Sienna's game. I knew I couldn't give in because if I opened my eyes, she would get exactly what she wanted.

"Good. Lets just get back to the warehouse. Get behind the walls." The four-kilometer drive felt like it took hours. Every time a stray zombie stumbled out from a side alley my foot jerked on the pedal. The heavy steel plow on the front of the truck pushed them aside like dry branches. The city was still burning around me, black columns of smoke twisting into the gray sky but all I could think about was the cold terrifying look in Justin’s eyes. He was right about one thing—the world was changing fast. If a Tier 2 Awakened was already walking around on day one, my current defenses weren't going to be enough to keep me alive.