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Backrooms Decrypted: Futuristic Halls (Level 15)
Level 15 of the Backrooms is also known as Futuristic Halls. It has a CLASS 0 survival difficulty rating. It is SAFE, SECURE, and FREE OF ENTITIES. Level 15 is a sequence of futuristic corridors with occasional pitch-black spots caused by a lack of lighting. When passing through these corridors on Level 15, the sounds of motors may be heard from afar. These sounds are produced by equipment housed in enormous rooms separated by reinforced metal doors. A portion of the walls of these rooms are composed of thick glass.
By Info3 years ago in Fiction
Backrooms Decrypted: The Infinite Apartment
You awaken, feeling carpet against your cheek. The strange, slightly out-of-date pattern you've come to expect from the Backrooms. What is that peculiar sound you can hear? This oddly tuneless easy-listening music is the kind you might find in an elevator, whisking you away to another world. Muzak that feels like it was written by a committee of mosquitoes as you stand, you see the similarly strange patterns on the wallpaper. This place never left the seventies, did it? Still, you'll take it over some limitless wilderness. It's time to figure out where you are and how you got here. You rise to your feet and begin to assess the environment around you. It seems as though you're in some kind of lobby, lined with elevators on both sides and marked entrances to stairways around the back.
By Info3 years ago in Fiction
Backrooms Decrypted: Surviving The Matrix (Level 12)
Welcome back, Explorer. You look tired. And of course, we don't blame you. You've had a long journey through The Backrooms so far, and considering some of the terrifying things you've seen over the previous eleven levels, who could blame you for losing sleep, there aren't many places in this frightening dimension where you can comfortably take the weight off your feet and just relax. Do you think you're any safer here, well, let's find out? Welcome to Level 12, Explorer. We hope you enjoy your stay. As you enter the level, you notice how different it seems from so many of the others. In many cases, levels of the Backrooms have been defined by their dizzying expansiveness. An office block that goes on for eternity. The endless, winding streets of a city that feels more procedurally generated than constructed by human hands. A field, misty and desolate, goes on and on and on and on. But that's not this level. It's a white room, not especially large or small. The gleaming paint job on the wall almost induces a kind of snow blindness. It's an unnatural level of crispness and clarity, like walking into some surreal screen saver. There's a door on the far wall, but strangely, you notice that there isn't a door behind you. Don't worry; you're too well versed in the ways of the Backrooms to be bothered by the logical inconsistency of that. You're instead focused on the chair and table sitting in the center of the room - as though you're preparing for a job interview, and your interviewer just happened to be late.
By Info3 years ago in Fiction
Metamorphosisters Redeux
Beatrix waited, trying to keep herself calm. No one would hear her scream in that small space. She tried to tell herself it wasn't a coffin because she was not dead. It's a bed, that's it, a cozy bed. She tried to slow her breathing and actually sleep, but sleep would not come. Not after the evening she had...
By Tinka Boudit She/Her3 years ago in Fiction
The Great Millfield Magic Show
The sun was setting on the small town of Millfield, casting a warm glow over the bustling main street. People bustled to and fro, running errands and chatting with their neighbors as they went. At the end of the street, perched atop a hill, stood the old, dilapidated mansion that had loomed over the town for as long as anyone could remember. It was a source of constant fascination for the townspeople, with rumors swirling about the mysterious owner and the strange goings-on inside.
By ssawe3 years ago in Fiction
Literature That Stopped Time
The Holodeck, a Tardis, a dream, or just my mind. However I got there, it just happened. Back and forth, to and fro. The greatest authors, at least in my mind. There they were, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle among them.
By Roy Huff3 years ago in Fiction
A day of disguise and adventure
It was a hot summer day, and Jerry had been stuck in his stuffy office all day long. As he sat at his desk, staring at the clock, he couldn't help but daydream about all the fun things he could be doing instead of working. He longed to be out in the sunshine, soaking up the warmth and enjoying the great outdoors.
By Krish3 years ago in Fiction
Amazon or Flipkart -who is the best
Start Amazon is an American multinational technology company based in Seattle, Washington, which focuses on e-commerce, cloud computing, digital streaming, and artificial intelligence. It is one of the world's largest online retailers and provides a wide range of products and services to customers around the world. In addition to its online marketplace, Amazon also operates a number of other businesses, including Amazon Web Services, Amazon Music, Amazon Studios, and Amazon Publishing. It was founded by Jeff Bezos in 1994 and has since grown to become a major player in the technology and retail industries....
By pravinkumar sathliya3 years ago in Fiction
"A sweet Beginning " : the story of Alice
The sun was setting over the small town of Millfield, casting a warm glow over the bustling streets. Alice sat at the counter of her family's bakery, staring out at the passing people and wondering what her future held. She had always loved the bakery, with its delicious smells and the joy it brought to the community, but she yearned for something more.
By Krish3 years ago in Fiction
The Voiceless: part 1
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She awoke with no idea how she got here and only fragmented memories of her prior life, but she didn’t have to remember the outside world to know she wanted no part of it. A small sliver of sunlight shone through the window, illuminating one corner of the room where she lay. She rolled onto her side in the stuff metal cot, turning away from the light. The light was bad… She didn’t know how or why; she just knew.
By Morgan Rhianna Bland3 years ago in Fiction
The World Beyond the Window
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Since the first time she noticed that fact when walking by one day, she had been unable to focus her mind on much else for any period of time. She instinctively knew she needed to be united with the world that lay beyond the window.
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro3 years ago in Fiction
Someone Coming, Doing Worse
The bartender had waited long enough. He was neither accustomed to waiting nor accustomed to being made to wait. All night and most of the day, he served ore dogs their alcohol; a drunk mercenary with a story to tell rarely waited long to yield one. He was a nosy and dissatisfied man, and he liked to hear the exploits of people tougher and rougher than he. This woman, though, with her hair plaited tight against her scalp and her exposed skin a tangle of scars, was silent. She was three drinks deep and hadn’t spoken since requesting her first one. Her only solicitation was to fish more coin out of her pocket to slam on the counter. Most other ore dogs would have been drunkenly regaling the bartender with war stories and tales of lewd romps by now, but the one in front of him only sipped her clear alcohol in a slow and deliberate manner.
By Sydney Alice3 years ago in Fiction