Kaspers Backrooms Travel stories

The Silent Asylum:

Backrooms Level 404 – "The Silent Asylum"

The door creaked as it opened, the sound swallowed almost instantly by the suffocating silence of the asylum. Dusty was the first to step inside, his hooves barely making a sound against the cracked, blood-streaked tiles. Behind him, Trap, Cosmic, Alyx, Fabian, and Kasper followed. They had seen strange places before, but nothing like this. The quiet wasn't just eerie—it was oppressive, smothering every breath and thought, leaving them feeling exposed and vulnerable.

"This place is too quiet," Dusty whispered, his voice barely audible as it was swallowed by the silence.

Trap's sharp bat ears twitched, straining for any sound—a footstep, a breath, anything—but the only thing he heard was the faint echo of his own heartbeat. "I don't like this," he muttered. His usual cocky demeanor was gone, replaced with something closer to fear. His wings tightened around him as if they might protect him from whatever horrors lay ahead.

The hallway stretched on into the darkness, its walls sickly white, peeling with age and covered in a layer of mildew. Fluorescent lights flickered intermittently, casting long, flickering shadows that seemed to move on their own. Kasper, glowing softly in his oversized hoodie, trailed behind, keeping close to Alyx, his wide eyes darting nervously from side to side. His footsteps barely made a sound, but each one felt like a step closer to something sinister.

As they passed by a cracked mirror hanging precariously on one wall, Kasper glanced at his reflection. His own glowing eyes stared back at him, but something was wrong. His reflection blinked, a second too late, and a smile curled on its lips—an expression Kasper had not made. His heart leaped into his throat, and he stumbled back.

"Guys..." he rasped, his voice trembling, "we're not alone."

Alyx was at his side in an instant, his gaze hard as he scanned the surroundings. "Stay close," he muttered. "We need to find the Doctor's Office. It's the only way out of here."

They moved deeper into the asylum, the atmosphere growing heavier with each step. The long, twisting corridors seemed to shift subtly when no one was looking, turning what should have been a straight path into a confusing maze. Dusty, usually the fearless leader, felt the weight of the silence pressing in on him, gnawing at his nerves.

As they passed another door, Fabian paused, nudging it open. The room inside was like something out of a nightmare—a sterile, white hospital bed sat in the center, chains dangling from the ceiling, their rusted links dripping with old blood. A figure lay on the bed, pale and emaciated, its mouth open in a silent scream, eyes wide and hollow.

"Let's not stay here," Fabian said quietly, his usually calm demeanor shaken. His glowing crown dimmed slightly, as if the very air was draining the light from it.

They continued, moving faster now, each step bringing them closer to the heart of the asylum. Trap's wings twitched nervously, his senses dulled by the oppressive silence. He caught a glimpse of something in the corner of his eye—a shadow moving just behind them, but when he turned, there was nothing. The quiet was driving him mad.

Cosmic's fur bristled, his violet eyes scanning every corner of the hallway. "The layout is changing," he murmured. "The walls, the doors—they're shifting."

A soft light appeared at the end of the corridor, and Cosmic's eyes narrowed. "There," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "The Doctor's Office."

It stood at the far end of the hall, pristine and untouched by time, a stark contrast to the decay that surrounded them. Dusty growled softly, his eyes narrowing. "It feels like a trap."

But they had no choice. They had to solve the puzzle inside to escape this nightmare. Trap hesitated for only a moment before stepping forward, pushing the door open. The office inside was eerily clean—too clean. A large desk sat in the center, medical records scattered across its surface. A faint static hummed from an old computer screen, flickering faintly in the dim light.

The door closed behind them with a soft click, sealing them inside.

Cosmic immediately moved toward the desk, carefully picking up one of the records. "We need to match these records," he said, flipping through the files. "It's the only way to unlock the door."

Fabian began scanning the room, his fur on edge. "We're running out of time," he said, his voice tight. "I can feel it."

The air in the room was thick with tension as they worked quickly, matching names and conditions to files. Dusty's paws moved faster than ever, his heart racing. Alyx kept watch by the door, his eyes narrowing as shadows danced just beyond the frosted glass window. "They're coming," he muttered. "The Attendants."

The Attendants—faceless, silent beings who roamed the halls, ever searching for those who didn't belong. They never ran, but they didn't need to. They were relentless, their touch paralyzing, condemning their victims to an eternity in the asylum.

Outside, the hallway was silent, but Alyx could feel them. He could hear their soft, rhythmic footsteps drawing closer, the faint scent of sterile antiseptic growing stronger with each passing second.

Kasper's hands shook as he handed Cosmic another file, his glowing eyes wide with terror. "We have to hurry," he whispered, his voice trembling. "I can feel them."

The lights overhead flickered more violently, casting erratic shadows across the room. Trap's wings flared out as he glanced back at the door. "They're almost here."

Cosmic snapped the final file into place just as the door rattled violently, the shadow of an Attendant appearing on the other side of the frosted glass. "Done!" he yelled, and the computer screen flashed with a single word: ACCESS GRANTED.

The door to the office unlocked with a loud click, just as the handle began to turn. Without hesitation, Dusty flung the door open, and they all bolted down the hall, the oppressive silence following them like a living thing.

They didn't stop until they reached the end of the corridor, the asylum fading behind them as they slipped back into the familiar but no less terrifying void of the Backrooms. The silence, for now, was behind them.

But they all knew it was only a matter of time before the asylum would call again.