Novel & Cerita The Backrooms Creature

The air was thick with an eerie stillness, broken only by the distant hum of energy. As we ventured deeper, Jihoon began to tremble. "It’s stronger here. Closer." Suddenly, a low growl echoed through the halls. Shadows shifted at the edges of our vision, and the temperature seemed to drop even further. "Stay close," Minseok warned, drawing his weapon. From the darkness, grotesque creatures emerged. They were unlike any corrupted monsters we’d seen before—sleek, almost humanoid, with glowing veins pulsing beneath their skin.

“Max is going to take over here. I need you to come with me. There is something that you have to see.” “OK,” she answered, a little confused. As they walked down the hallway, she was stunned by the number of rooms that seemed to have contained creatures at some point. They turned a corner and came to large double doors. Wren pushed one of the doors open and guided her inside. The room looked like a morgue. Three walls contained dozens of doors, each for an individual cold storage unit. “You have got to see this,” Wren said as he walked to one of the walls and opened a door. He pulled the drawer out, which had something covered by a sheet on it. He pulled the sheet back to reveal a deformed c

“I have business there.” “Business,” the voice chuckled—a sound like pebbles falling. “The surface folk always have business. They forget the old treaties. The deep dark does not like to be forgotten.” A pale, bluish light began to glow ahead. It illuminated a wider chamber. And in the center of it, perched on a stalagmite, was a creature. It was like a giant, hairless bat, but its skin was translucent, showing thin, dark veins. Its face was all large, milky eyes and a too-wide mouth. It was one of the deep dwellers—the things the old maps warned about but never described.

The Hollowed screeched, its metal limbs tearing into my side, but I didn’t care. I tore into it. Ripped the tubes from its neck, peeled the plating from its chest until I reached the pulsing black flesh beneath. “Die!” I snarled, driving my hand into its chest. The creature convulsed once, then went still. Black oil and blood coated my arm. I looked up. Regnar and Damian were still holding the doorway, keeping the rest back. But above us, scratching sounded from the vents. “They’re coming from above!” I shouted.

“We’re gonna teach this fucker a lesson.” I lowered the LED a few inches and spotted the disgusting thing crawling up the wall. I could try several paragraphs of description, and you will think I should’ve just said it looked like Gollum and save everybody time. So yeah, that’s what it looked like. “A crawler?” I said mockingly. “You fucking roach are the infamous Skippy?” The dark thing tried to sneak into the door to Quaker Hall basement, but I aimed my LED at the doorway, making it crawl back and up toward the ceiling.

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 Hollow pulsed with an eerie, living darkness as the Watcher crawled back through its jagged entrance, its monstrous form shuddering. The creature’s breathing came in harsh, guttural growls; deep gashes carved into its scaled hide dripped with black ichor, steaming where it met the cold earth. Its talons scraped against the stone floor, leaving deep grooves as it slumped before its masters. Nyxara crouched low, her pale fingers curling beneath its massive jaw, lifting its head to meet her glowing silver gaze. The creature’s eyes burned faintly red but flickered, dimmed by exhaustion.

Hudde wanted to know. “You don’t want to know.” The creature behind the door kicked it open and stepped into the corridor. Eude sucked in a breath. “Told you not to open that one!” “We are utterly fucked,” Hudde groaned. The creature—an Undead Orc—stood still, looking at Ayla and the twins with empty black eyes. Instead of armor, the creature was wearing a loincloth and had no weapons.

“The world is waiting on you, Ava. You must not fail. You must come back with the treasure. Make sure of it,” Just as Pamela spoke to me, I saw a trance of Lark, Xander, and Penny. Fighting so hard with the creatures that could never die. “They are fighting till their death!” A voice echoed from behind, and everything in the world where I was disappeared, only to appear in its real form. “A graveyard?” A gasp left my lips, and I shook to the marrow. A loud growl echoed from behind, and I saw a creature that wasn’t a beast but more like an abomination. It doesn’t look like a wolf, nor does it look like a human.

From his tone of voice, it was not a word that he was familiar with. She did not reply, concentrating on not getting the Ute bogged, and breathed out a sigh of relief as they hit solid ground. “It’s a creature from…” She started to explain but realized that he probably did not have a concept of TV or movies either. “A human made-up creature,” she fumbled her explanation. “Of a dead person who continues to walk around and needs to eat the brains of living people in order to survive.” “Is that what the creature sought today?” Niarthen wondered solemnly. “Our brains?”