Backrooms Level 9 Novels & Stories

The other Sharon followed. Then Sharon saw it. A massive black structure rising from beneath the city. The same black veins. The same creatures. The same eye. The organism. It opened and a voice spoke from inside. "RETURN." Sharon screamed and her eyes opened. She was back in Sublevel Nine. Alex was hugging her. "Sharon!" She gasped for air, the baby crying. The count had disappeared and everyone stared at the screen. A new message appeared. DAY ZERO Then another.

However, they would not be given money. This was David's request. In one day, David’s lavish points increased by more than 200 points, which, when added the the initial amount, made for a total of 300 lavish points. David returned to the hotel in the evening and improved his body to extraordinary level 9. Hmm? After his body reached extraordinary level 9, it actually showed that it could be upgraded again. David clicked again without hesitation. His body upgraded from extraordinary level 9 to extraordinary level 10, and the word ‘maximum’ finally appeared after it.

In the end, he lost control and slapped her across the face. The sound of the slap echoed through the hallway. Sienna froze for two seconds, then screamed, "How dare you hit me!" She lunged at Oscar, clawing and kicking. They scuffled wildly, stumbling toward the staircase. Half-blinded from her scratching, Oscar stumbled backward. Then, his foot slipped, and in a desperate grab for balance, he pulled Sienna down with him. Just like that, the both of them tumbled down the stairs and lay motionless. A passerby spotted them and immediately called 911.

It swung open with a single knock. Through the group chat on my communication crystal, I already knew the trial candidate for this level had died. From the crack in the door, the faces of a pair of teenage werewolf siblings appeared. They eyed me warily, especially the fang in my arms that still flickered with undying black flames, and immediately plastered on flattering smiles. But their fractured skulls, unrecognizable features, and the thick stench of decay surrounding them made these smiles look quite horrifying. "You're from the King's Nest on the 100th level, our neighbors?" the sister's voice trembled slightly. " This is the 99th level's token. Please, you must take it."

Behind the grime, faint red light pulsed inside the conduit like veins beneath the skin. He looked up slowly. “It didn’t stay powered. It was reactivated.” The words chilled them more than the air. They moved downward, following the signs toward the service elevators. When they reached the end of the corridor, the doors stood open rusted but intact. Ethan pried apart the inner gate, revealing a maintenance ladder that led deep into the darkness below. Caleb glanced down the shaft. “How far?” “Sublevel 9,” Ethan replied. “About nine floors.”

The metal groaned and slid open, revealing stark white corridors beyond. Council architecture. Clean. Merciless. Built to make people feel small. I felt Maia tense beside me. “This place,” she said quietly. “I remember pieces.” I hated that. “They brought you through here after the wipe,” I said. “Medical level first. Then observation.” “And you watched,” she whispered. “Yes.” Her jaw tightened, but she didn’t stop walking. Sublevel Nine reeked of antiseptic and desperation. We took out two guards silently, efficient, bloodless, practiced. I didn’t let myself feel it. Feelings slowed reaction time.

I turned my back to the body as my stomach emptied its contents. I slowly straightened, surveying the massacre. About twenty scorched bodies laid motionless amongst the burnt remnants. Every now and then, you could see a flicker of yellow, white, and black fabric. I bent back over and disposed of anything left in my stomach. Averting my eyes from my vomit, I quickly scanned the area again, trying not to pay too much attention to the detail. “What the . . .”

Glitching. The word sent a chill through him. The perfect, silent enforcers were malfunctioning. They reached the entrance to Sub-level 9. The air was thick with white, dusty mist. A fine, chemical powder filled the corridor. The metal door was bent outward, as if something had blown it from the inside. Overseers were there, their grey robes seeming to vibrate with tension. "Secure the perimeter! No one in or out without Level-1 clearance! The Reapers will handle the internal containment."

“It found the old biological waste we dumped in the deep shafts. It found the genetic leftovers of the First Architects’ failed experiments.” ​“You mean there’s something else down there?” Winnie asked, her hand instinctively moving to the patterns on her arm. ​“A blind spot,” I said, grabbing my field kit. “Sub-Level 9 is the only place I cannot see. If those people are still alive, that is where they have been taken. And if my sensors are correct, that ‘lung’ I’m feeling is getting bigger by the hour.” ​Thorne checked the magazine of his heavy rifle, his face set in a grim mask of predatory focus. “Then we stop talking and start hunting. I’m tired of things hiding in my house.”

Just the one left behind. But it was okay. After this… there’d only be one chance left. One more, and then she’d be gone. Smoke filled her lungs, fire closed in. Her vision blurred—until she couldn’t fight it anymore. And finally, she passed out in the flames.