Is The Backrooms Real Novels & Stories

Zayden asked; fingers curled into a ball, knuckles turning white. “There is one door in the backroom. In fact, it’s not very far from the lady’s room. You think—” Viraj couldn’t even finish when Akshat returned, panting and huffing out loud and deep breaths. “There’s a backdoor,” he wheezed, trying to catch his breath. “I saw,” gulped, “Her scent is there. She must have—” Zayden flicked his hand, gesturing him to stop.

I was downgraded to the nanny's room, a place I never thought I would sleep in. No complaints from me, though. I hit the sack early. However, even on that soft bed, nightmares haunted me. I was back in that mental hospital, reliving the daily torment. Those monsters did not care about my screams, just ripped at my clothes. I begged them, told them my family and my fiancée, Liliana, would make them pay. However, fighting back just made them worse, more vicious. They mocked me and said I was living in a fantasy.

The "War of the Realms" was a sensory apocalypse. As the genre-portals opened, the "Unmapped" North was flooded by the "Biological Trash" of a hundred dead universes. A legion of steampunk automatons from Sector 7 crashed into the "Genesis Legion" warriors. A swarm of eldritch horrors from Sector 2 began to "Eat" the violet lilies, turning the courtyard into a landscape of grey, writhing tentacles. The air was a chaotic mess of scents—ozone, steam, rotting flesh, and the overwhelming, synthetic smell of "Narrative Desperation."

Somewhere deeper inside, I thought I heard the faint drip of water. Room after room, I searched. I found a parlor with peeling wallpaper, and a storage closet that smelled of mold. Each one felt wrong, as though eyes watched me from the shadows. And then I reached the back room. At first, it looked like little more than a storage space. Crates stacked in one corner, old rags tossed into a bin. But the air here was heavier, the scent was stronger with that sweet and sour scent, threaded with something that made my wolf snarl.

The instant they crossed the threshold, the Doom Room sealed behind them with a sound like metal jaws locking shut. The hallway stretched ahead narrow, cold, pulsing with blue veins of light leading deeper, deeper, deeper. Lola shivered. “Where does it go?” she whispered. Jayden didn’t answer. But he reached for her, pulling her close as a distant, familiar voice drifted through the corridor… Low. Echoing. Impossible. Mirror-Jayden. “Welcome to the real room.” Lola’s blood ran cold.

“This is where it gets more fun!” “It does?” I questioned, giving the place another quick look. “Yes! Behind every door, lies a different universe!” She chimed, SpongeBob narrator style, with ominous hand gestures and a twisted expression that allowed laughter to bubble out of my throat. “Oh, really?” “Well, see for yourself!” She approached one of the doors and pushed open one of the doors. “Woah!” I gasped when I peeped into the room. It was zombie-themed, set up like a gaming room with an overwhelming number of cameras— as expected.

Fuck. "You better explain what the fuck is going on here!" I roared when Arissa stumbled backwards from exhaustion. "Why am I seeing this?" "These portals." The being announced, completely unphased by my tone. "Are your way back to the real world. However, you must keep in mind that one is a fake while the other is real. " "You’re playing mind games." I growled, narrowing my gaze. "Don’t try to play dumb." The being chuckled. "Do you think we who dwell in the underworld don’t know anything about your special gifts?"

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.

I shut the door and go to my bed to lay down. Creator guide us. I close my eyes and I immediately feel the shift between realities. It's a heavy feeling that soon overtakes me. When I open my eyes again I'm standing on the realm bridge. The realm bridge is as busy as ever with jumpers walking along it and a few of them jumping off it. If only they knew what was going to go down tonight. "There you are," Ri says popping up behind me. "I was starting to think that he already took you."

"It opened the **Backdoor**. But to use it, you have to be willing to stop being a story altogether." "What does that mean?" Rowan asked. The Librarian opened the door. Beyond it was a small, white room. In the center was a single chair with a helmet attached to it. "It means you have to go into the **Real** Real World," she said. "The one they built the city to hide."