The Backrooms Creature Novels & Stories

Childhood friends whom I wished would have just stayed in my childhood, as past memories. “This is the most massive royal chamber I have ever seen.” It was Dorral, sweeping through my sacred space and spreading his repulsive scent everywhere. “How many rooms make up this chamber— is that an indoor pool, I see?” I heard his footsteps approach. I was standing by an indoor fountain —which was close to the bathing pool— watching the water wraiths swim around in merry little circles. They were little aquatic creatures that could survive without food, and in complete darkness, which was fitting as I didn't allow a lot of light in here. Little anomalies of nature, just like me.

Many of the fae are as grotesque as they are colorful. Bright vivid green skin that oozed something that was best not to look too closely at. Or step in. That is reinforced when a kobold walks through the trail and gets stuck firmly in the sludge as the ooze moves up its leg. Lumps so numerous over a stooped back that you could only see the head because of the eyeshine reflected from the torches and candles scattered throughout the room. I can almost hear the grating of the stones against each other as the creatures turn to us. That nails on the chalkboard sound, though the shiver down my spine is from more than just the sound. That hungry look in the thing’s eyes isn’t helping.

Aurelia's point of view The stench of rot thickened in the air as the creatures clawed their way up from the deep crack in the ruin's walls. They weren’t ordinary rogues wolves but a creation of dark magic. Their bodies were mangled, half-decayed, eyes burning with a sickly green light that reeked of witchcraft. My claws scraped the stone floor as I shifted beside my mother, fur bristling, heart pounding. Her arm was injured from the fall earlier, but she stood tall, fangs bared, the crown of her lineage faintly glowing against her skin. “They’re not alive,” she growled, her voice a broken mix of fury and pain. “They’re bound… summoned.”

In the middle of the room was a large power core that was running, with a glowing blue light emanating from it. As they walked closer to the power core in the center of the memory room, they found that it wasn't just a normal power source. It was being controlled by a creature that was the result of a failed experiment. The creature looked similar to the experimental creature they had seen before, but it was much larger, about three times the size. Its body was covered in glowing tentacles, and its eyes were a deep red with an evil glint. And what was most shocking was that it had the power to create hallucinations and warp reality.

The whole room shifted, almost like the darkness was thick enough to chew. That’s when his creatures began slinking out from the cracks—ghastly things, never touched by sun or moon, more bad idea than living being. They whispered and hissed and slithered, crawling so close the air itself felt soggy with malice. Front of the pack, his prize pet: a wraith, face nothing but a yawning black pit, shrouded in wisps of living smoke. "Master," it rasped, sounding like a bad wind through a cemetery. “Did you call?”

“No. No, it’s too soon. I didn’t summon it yet—” The door exploded inward. Not from wood splintering. But from reality tearing. A cleft of pure blackness split open in the air—rippling like water disturbed by unseen hands. Frost spread across the walls from their edges, crawling over the floor and cracking the wooden planks underfoot. Lila’s breath caught in her throat. A figure stepped through. Tall. Wrong. Half-shadow, half-bone. Its face was a skull crowned with antlers made of obsidian light. Its eyes glowed with a cold, ancient hunger. When it opened its mouth, the room dimmed as if the creature swallowed light itself.

Alicia's eyes still closed lurk in the darkness. She hears the soft sound of hooves clattering over mud that gets bitter on hitting stones. Her body keeps getting low jolts as wheels squeak over some small stones. Her mind slips into a memory. In the center of the walls made of yellow stones is a half open brown wooden gate. On the floor, a candelabrum is standing with one candle in the center raised more than one on each side. Under the yellowish light are lying some black pawns carved with stone.

Rolling over, I cringe with pain when I look at my abraided ankle, knees and hands. Swallowing hard, I look at the horrific sight before me. Spider-like creatures are crawling across the ceiling and surrounding me. It’s a horrific sight to see. The creatures look like large spiders, with spines on their backs, long taloned claws, and razor-sharp teeth. Their eyes are red, and saliva falls from their chelicerae as they gaze hungrily back at me. None dare to approach me. Instead, they pace around me, which is super confusing.

The creature loomed before them, a grotesque and formidable being born from the darkest depths of supernatural power. Its body was a twisted amalgamation of sinew and scales, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly light that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest warriors. The air crackled with malevolence as it unleashed an otherworldly roar, the sound reverberating through the halls of Willow Creek High. Fleur stood at the forefront, her eyes narrowed in determination as she faced the creature. "We won't let you harm anyone else," she declared, her voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through her veins.

He said. “Okay. Is it a man or creature?” I asked. “He has powers, but he is a man. A warlock.” Thaddeus said. “Stay here.” I said, walking towards the cavern before they could say or do anything to stop me. I opened the front door and walked inside. I looked around and saw all sorts of creatures in there drinking. Some of them were really strange looking, like real demons. One was green with horns sticking out of his head. Another was something that looked like a large walking lizard.