The Backrooms Creature Novels & Stories

Aunt Drucella says, pushing the book in front of me. I stare at the picture in front of me. A creature, built like a man, with the head of a wolf covered in scales with tiny furry hairs sprouting from its hedges. A primate with claws instead of fingers. I still can't understand. “What am I staring at?” “A Monogroth, A creature of darkness magic, created by Behemoth. It was last seen during the great war.” Greg says. “And was killed by your ancestor,” Aunt Drucella added.

I left my throne room and began my journey to the cages. The Cages was where I kept prisoner various beasts that I had captured through my conquests on various worlds. To sate my bloodlust and maniacal rage, I fought these creatures barehanded. One was already prepped down for me. A Necro. A Necro was a four limbed beast with scally skin. A mixture of a reptile and feline. It fed on the dead and used their rots as nutrient. It was also hard to kill. It was also a fast healer and adapted to attacks with quick recovery.

shouted someone else. "Then perhaps it’s time it feasts again," I said softly. "You’ve brought doom upon us all!" the eldest cried. "No one can control that abomination!" I turned slowly toward the stone wall behind me. A hum started. It started likea vibration in the bones of the keep itself. The wall began to split. The stone crumbled into ash, revealing a pitch-black creature behind it. And then… it stepped through. The room screamed. It was massive. Its body was formless. It kept shifting like smoke and flesh. Its limbs twisted in impossible ways. Its eyes—if they could be called that—were twin voids, swirling with stars and endless night. Its mouth stretched open and closed, filled with

I peered with my torch and squinted my eyes in the darkness. And then, I see them. Huge blobs of unidentified creatures on both sides of the corridors- behind me and in front. They have me all surrounded, and now, I have no idea which and where to go. They growled, moaned, and groaned. Human limbs were sewn against them, and I couldn't help but fight the urge to puke. The stench was unbearable and suffocating. My eyes almost broke down. Three heads sat each upon the two humongous amalgamates. And their lips were sewn and bleeding. Their skin was of the color of decay and grime.

Thomas did the same, until the grease glistened all around them. A great shape bowled into the group, scattering them. Claire was knocked backwards and landed heavily on her backside. Thomas and Edna were sent beyond the circle, the grease giving their trajectory momentum. Trevor collapsed as a great weight landed on him, and as he looked up he saw a wriggling black creature with many legs, and great, writhing tentacles that were made of snakes, their heads hissing like heavy rain upon Tarmac. The creature had two heads—two faces—each a one a twisted parody of Cotteridge and Melville.

Resting my back against the wall, I shrieked in surprise as I fell when the wall moved backwards with a loud groaning sound. Glancing over my shoulder, it seems the wall is a secret door in itself that slides and rotates into a dark room with a slight push. Straightening to my feet I dust off my clothes and stare into the darkness in curiosity. Pulling out my torchlight, I turned it on to see there’s a metal staircase across the room with a rusted railing leading down into a basement. Heading down in curiosity, the basement has an open archway right into what appears to be a cave. The cave, to my shock glimmers with thousands of glowworms stuck to the walls, and their globules of sticky mucu

A ghoulish creature of my own making. I'd wake up, breathing hard, tears streaming down my face. Whenever I'd blink, I'd see her. See this spidery monster in the dark corners of my room. I felt saturated all over, thinking it was her blood. A thick red ink encircling me in a sickly warmth. Flicked my light on only to see it wasn't blood at all. I'd be dripping with my own sweat. The creature in the corner was only a pile of unfolded laundry. I couldn't even wear her earrings, so they sat on my dresser. Untouched.

It was a protective gesture that had become a habit over the last few days, one that Scarlett found herself leaning into more than she cared to admit. "It’s the Blood-Wraith," Scarlett replied, her fingers tightening around the cold jade handle of her cinnabar brush. "A creature born of centuries of greed and violent ends. It doesn't just kill; it feeds on the memories of the soul." They were met at the door by a stone-faced butler who led them deep into the bowels of the mansion. The elevator descended far below the basement level, eventually opening into a damp, stone corridor lit only by flickering gas lamps. At the end of the hall stood a massive bronze vault door, etched with ancient ru

“Do you feel…” “Cold. I don’t remember that, either. Nor these carvings.” The stone walls were engraved with figures from nightmare, tooth filled leering grins and empty eye sockets, jutting phalluses, and fecund breasts. Something crunched under my feet. “Asalo,” I murmured, and created a ball of light in my hand. Bugs. The movement from the light was such that I recoiled, into Akyran, and yet the walkway remained covered by their dead, their glossy carapaces cracking beneath the weight of our feet.