Liminalspace Stories

SmileLine Toy Works was never just a toy company. It was a system built to understand people. At its peak, it looked perfect. Bright mascots. Music that never stopped. Families returning year after year like something was pulling them back. But the mascots were never just performers. They were watching. Learning. Recording. Every laugh measured. Every hesitation stored. Every person studied. Then something went wrong. Employees vanished but still showed up on schedules. Hallways stopped matching the maps. Children heard voices that weren't part of the show. And after the blackout... the factory didn't feel empty anymore. Years later, Vera returns. The systems are still running. The building reacts to her. The deeper she goes, the more it changes. Because SmileLine didn't shut down. It adapted. And it remembers her.

Following a nasty altercation, two teenagers find themselves trapped in a surreal, yet oddly familiar dimension. Forced to work and stick together, they must find a way back home. --- Heavily inspired by the ROBLOX game 'Apeirophobia' by Polaroid Studios. (And other similar games I've played on there) Ideas and concepts from other versions of the Backrooms, such as Kane Pixel's YouTube series, the Wiki, and the og 4chan post will also be included in this story!!! So please take note there will be things that you will not find 'accurate' or 'canon' or whatever

Not raining but I'm pouring. A rhythmic exploration of a moment where the internal and external blur. Is it rain, or is it a reflection or is it just an illusion? The path is clear, yet I cannot move.

Whispers you weren't meant to hear. Realities you weren't supposed to question. In this anthology of dark psychological sci-fi, each story is a fracture - a glimpse through the cracks of the mind, where identity, time, and truth slip and bleed. Here, nothing is linear. Characters speak to themselves, to you, and sometimes... to something far older. Voices echo from behind mirrors, behind doors that shouldn't exist, behind versions of yourself that never should've been. Every page is a trapdoor. Every sentence, a test. And if you're reading this... You've already been heard.

Andrew falls asleep hoping to find the love of his life in his dreams. however he finds himself in a world where every little detail feels off. nothing is as it should be and he can't wake up...

The existence of everything one could imagine

Roberto Venturi is a lonely creator who turns music into vivid inner worlds. It's the only thing keeping him alive after losing his job and the person he loved. When Haruki Turner - the second biggest creator on the planet - shows up in his life, Roberto is dragged into a conflict far beyond social media. Their enemy is Black Nure, a global icon worshipped as a living goddess by her two billion followers. She's hunting the Danish Venus, a mythical being said to heal any psychological wound with a single kiss. But Black Nure isn't the only power watching him. Haoran - one of her most devoted followers - has been chosen to observe Roberto's evolution from the shadows, a silent witness whose role will grow far beyond what anyone expects. If Black Nure finds the Danish Venus first, she may become a true deity, and humanity's freedom could end forever. Roberto must face a cosmic threat... and the shadows inside himself, as the line between myth and reality begins to break.

Ava reads tarot for strangers. She lights the same clove-scented candle. Shuffles the same cards. Tells people what they need to hear. But lately, the cards have stopped behaving. One spread keeps repeating. A blank card appears where none exists. And her clients? They're not just asking questions anymore. They're bringing something back with them. When the same three cards appear for the third time-and a new client shows her a drawing from the future-Ava realizes she's not just reading the story. She's part of it. And it's already started writing itself.

This is a story based on the Backrooms Wikidot and Fandom Wiki. Wikidot: backrooms-wiki.wikidot.com Fandom: backrooms.fandom.com/wiki/Backrooms_Wiki You are in THE END and find a journal neatly stored on a bookcase. You decided to take it and read it in your well placed hiding spot. Daily Entreys Two and Three coming 4/3/22 1:00 PM Eastern Standard Time

In the outskirts of town lies an abandoned shopping mall, a haunting place where a group of strangers becomes ensnared within an ethereal and ageless abyss, blurring the line between past and present. As they traverse the desolate corridors and faded storefronts, their own memories become a labyrinth of unsettling revelations, unravelling the enigmatic truths that lie at the core of their perception of reality. Assisted by Chat GPT :)

a young girl stumbled upon limital space with a bony creature

She's no longer in her in her world. Does it even matter anymore? -Ev! That's her name and that's all she can remember. A Luma dreamcore/ weirdcore inspired original story (This story is a working progress) Book cover made by ME! with ibis paint x and a photo of my tv head cosplay. (Maybe updated in the future.)

A journal, detailing one highschoolers chaotic adventure through the endless corridors known as the backrooms. (This is meant for writing practice as well as a comical take on the creepy pasta known as the backrooms)

this is based on an abandoned house that used to be near my house but has since been cleared for new builds. everything, from the blanket under the stairs to the hole in the wall is recalled exactly from my memories of the house. it was a big part of my childhood, probably the only reason why anyone came to my house, and a piece of its wall is buried somewhere you'll never know. enjoy! 'Holton Abandoned House 12' by Falln-Stock on deviantart!

John Hunter a normal man living a normal life, just trying to get by. Today will be another day in his life that feels like an endless loop... or will it?

Don't be mislead, it's not a real road

Based on a dream I had ☁️

" ᴡᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʜᴏʀʀɪʙʟᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇ! " " ʜᴏᴡ ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ! " " ᴍʏ ʟᴜᴄᴋ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ. ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ʟʟ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴜꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ. " " ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ, " " 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕝'𝕤 𝕝𝕦𝕔𝕜. " ------------------------------------------------------------ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏʳᵒᵒᵐˢ ā̷̮̼̳͎̋̉̐̀d̵̳͇͛͋̑͑̑̾͂f̸̧͇̭̩͕̝̯̲̝̈̾̍͆̎͠u̵̧͎̅̽̏̂̈́̆̄̍̍͜ḩ̶̞̹͎͐̆̇͝b̴̬̀̈́̽͠͝á̵̻͖̩̰̱̔͊͆̊͑̒̕k̸̺̩̗͗͐ḟ̷̨̯̳͝b̷̡͙̜̟̓͊̊̿̒ ̶̮͊̍̀̅v̵̝̦̫̼͔̉̍̐͒́̄d̸̝̩̪̯͍͕̄͗̊ ̶͖͚̗̣͕̆̉̆̚ą̷̺̳̙͉̟͗́͘͠͠d̷̝̗̻͙̹̹̥̖̬̤̓k̶̟̗͇̞͕̲̗͂̍f̸͚̈̽̽a̵̧̧̙͍̗̘̾̐̽̚ͅͅs̵̙̼̀̎d̶͕̑̇̃̔̍̏̊͛̾̋-̵̨͔̩͐͐͊̇̓̀͠͝͠ ᵃˡˡ ᶠᵃⁿᵈᵒᵐˢ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗᶠᵘˡ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵒʳˢ! ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒᵘʳˢᵉ, ʸᵉᵗ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ. ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ!

Years ago, Mallory disappeared into thin air. After months of searching, police declared her dead. Her friends moved on, eventually. And then, one day, they found her. But how can they get back?

self explanatory-