Backrooms Level 5 Novels & Stories

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

Before he could finish, Ryan's voice cut through, "Daisy, where are you?" I stayed quiet for a beat, then asked flatly, "What do you want?" Ryan acted like he hadn't heard me and repeated the question. Whatever patience I had left was gone. "If this isn't urgent, I'm hanging up." "You really don't plan to come back?" I let out a chuckle. "Our agreement is over. Why would I go back?" Ryan paused for a moment, then suddenly said, "I can offer more money. Is one million dollars enough?"

I will never let those who abandoned me at my lowest stick around when I am at my highest! Avery immediately softened her tone. "I was just worried about you, sweetheart. I even cried earlier because of it. Please don't be angry anymore, hm?" "I know. I only said those things because I was angry. Don't be upset now," Timothy replied. "I'll buy you all the nice things in the world once I'm rich, okay?" I was disgusted by the two's sudden, sickly-sweet rekindling and hurried away. I had gotten word about an old healer who could treat Timothy's impotence in my previous life. But that drug had cost thirty thousand dollars.

Roman is looking at me with that watchful gaze again but this time it’s different. “Was that supposed to happen?” My breaths come out in short quick successions. “No.” “I figured.” “This isn’t going to be as easy as I thought.” “Why is that?” I ask as I button up my shirt. We’re not going to try again, right? I don’t want to feel that again. “There are five levels of curses. Beginner, intermediate, advanced, Expert and Unique.” Roman explains. “Beginner is simple, like making someone have rashes or jinxing their day. The difficulty increases the further we go up.”

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.

My only objective was to find a way to sub-basement level one and put the female out of her misery. I make my way through the compound, not bothering with any of the passkeys that the humans use, making my way up and into sub-basement level one. I make my way through the level and find the right door. I am not surprised when I am ambushed as soon as I enter the room.

“You can’t keep running forever, Resonator. Every level you drop only makes the retrieval harder on your precious Alpha.” Kael’s hand found the back of my neck, grounding. The black flickered at the edges of his amber eyes. The failsafe was stirring again, drawn by stress and blood loss and the proximity of the original programming that had been written into places like this. “We can’t stay on the ledge,” he said. “There’s a side access. Move.” He forced a half-rusted panel open, revealing a low service crawl that led horizontally into the sub-level. We went through it one by one. The space was tight, forcing us to crouch. Pipes ran along both walls. The air grew thicker with that chemical s

Nolan started talking the moment she left. “ There are five levels of Night Watchers. Your level determine your access to certain floors and missions. Currently, there are more people in level five, which was the floor you were placed in at the Watchtower. They go for the basic missions and they go in teams. One level five Watcher cannot kill a Vampire… “ Nolan told her. She frowned, “ Do you guys really kill vampires? “ she asked, not because she wasn’t aware but she just wanted to know. She had seen Jansen fight with one months ago and he was damn fast. He would have killed the Vampire if he wanted, but he didn’t.

She was not falling through open space; her body was pinned flat against a massive, vibrating slate bed that stretched out into the subterranean gloom like a dark, polished continent. ​Every square inch of the stone beneath her back was etched with deep, backward-running runes that writhed and clicked under the immense hydraulic pressure of the descending steel plate above her head. ​The Sixty-Ninth Tier, her mind thundered, her newly unified, multi-ply vision fracturing as the crushing weight forced the multi-colored brilliance of her core to bleed outward in long, pixelated streams of gold, black, and white plasma. This isn't an archive or a proof. This is the bedrock press. The layer wher

It kept the anger hot. I passed Level 2. Storage. Dust. I passed Level 3. Equipment. Old drills, rusted trucks. I passed Level 4. Silence. Level 5 was different. There was a heavy iron door blocking the shaft. It was welded shut. "Welded," I muttered. "Perfect." I climbed down to the door. I hung there on the ladder, inspecting the welds. They were old. My mother’s work? I looked around. To the left, a small maintenance tunnel had been cut through the rock. It was barely wide enough for a man to crawl.