The Backrooms Creature Novels & Stories

It was formed by the witch's black fluid. I quickly donned my shirt, whispering towards the tall giant doors, trying to get it opened. "Philexmatoze encanenum" my words filtering, but having no effect. I chanted again but nothing, instead what greeted me was another round of killer pain from the foreign mark at my back. This can't be happening. I carelessly staggered round the massive bedroom, trying to get my magic to work. I gave a double scan around. The room was large. Medieval like. The dark curtains heavy enough to impede any ray of sunlight from aimlessly wandering in. But the beautifully arranged candles lit up the large chamber.

Claire withdrew her hand and took a step forward. “He may not look as good as Mason, but we found useful antibiotics in his blood. The necrosis of Tracy’s cells has been suppressed…” “…He does look ugly.” A chunk of flesh with bulging blood vessels. I could only describe this new creature as an animal. It was nothing like Mason’s perfect and miraculous creation. It looked more like a random mix of different animals stitched together. I felt bored and uninterested. “Claire!” I called out to the woman who was circling around the glass incubator and admiring the new creature.

The creature crawled into the light. It was a nightmare of corrupted geometry. It looked like a wolf that had been put through a meat grinder and reassembled by a glitching AI. It had no skin, only a skeletal framework wrapped in a pulsating, oil-slick layer of Shadow Matter. Its forelimbs were two massive, sickle-shaped bone blades that struck the stone floor with the precision of a clockwork mechanism.

"Saye, what is that you want me to see-" I say as I enter but pause with wide eyes and back hitting against the wall, shocked. "What the hell is that?" One of the boys, the youngest, has some one-eye creature. It's like a dark gooey substance paste, and someone just glued those plastic eyes for arts and crafts. Its round yellow eyes look around frantically. I feel a chill running down my spine, seeing how disgusting it is. "In the Demon Realm, these are called Carcurus; they are low-level creatures that find a victim and stick themself on a host sucking the life force out of them."

The footsteps stopped close to him. Jayden opened his eyes a crack and peered around him. It was eerily quiet for a while. Then he saw the creature. It was huge. It had bat-like wings with a single horn in the middle of its head. There was another creature. This one made his skin crawl. The creature was a mass of rotten flesh crawling with worms. It had a skeletal face and two large horns on its head. The odour emanating from the creature was terrible.

The walls of the chamber seemed to pulse as if alive, veins of dark energy writhing across the stone. Then, with a deafening roar, a massive creature lunged from the shadows. It was unlike anything Zoe had ever seen - a hulking beast, its form twisted and grotesque, with dark magic coursing through its veins. Its eyes burned with a sickly green light, and its claws dripped with venom.

Tentacles burst out in his back as they waved wildly, black liquid seeped out of his body and slowly spread out on all parts of the room. The figure that was once my mother was steadily crawling towards me, its crooked head was looking up as it crawled with its limbs slowly. While the thing that was my father was still convulsing laughing maniacally as small tentacles sprouted on every part of his body. The stench was unbearable like rotting meat that was left under the sun; I could not help but gag and vomit on the floor. I noticed worm-like creatures wriggling in my vomit as I felt some of them in my mouth.

The dark fluid spilled out across the concrete, and the creatures inside—the twisted, grafted abominations—began to twitch. Nomo stopped. He watched as one of the creatures opened its eyes. They weren't violet, and they weren't red. They were a milky, sightless white, leaking a black ichor that hissed as it touched the floor. The thing let out a sound that wasn't a scream or a growl, but a distorted, multi-tonal vibration that shattered the glass panels of the nearby offices. “Somito, tell me you’re clear!” Nomo shouted, his hand shaking as he raised his tablet to send the emergency burst.

It was Clarissa. It sounded like she had even locked the shop door, probably to keep anyone else from coming in. Then she headed quickly toward the back storage room. Each step brought her closer. She seemed to be pulling off her pants as she walked. A second later, that same heat and wetness surrounded me again. Even though nothing had technically happened yet, the intense friction alone was enough to make my head spin. "Mmm…" This time, I couldn't hold it in. A long groan slipped out of my throat.

A loud, gruttal growl, snarling, and the rattling of metal echoed against the wall as we walked deeper into the dungeon. We came to a halt in front of a steel-barred room, and a man—no, not a man—a beast growled at me, pulling the bars. My green eyes took in the abomination standing before me, a Cursed. Every bit of it unusual big eyes was pitch black, and large fangs covered with drool poked out of its mouth. Its skin was sicken grey and molten like old wall paint and sulken, and it clung to its bones. Even though its back was hunched, it was still almost larger than an average man.