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A white room, he appears in a white room. Empty, pure and silent. Something is off. Tick, tock. The clock is ticking. The fire is burning. The world is empty, the world is silent. Dreams and nightmares, they are all the same. Maybe accepting the truth, and dealing with it will be easier. Fighting your fears, but also what made them. Fighting people the brought you down. Maybe discovering a different truth.

The reader, are you keeping up? If not, then good. This is not a story that has a straight answer.All Rights Reserved

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THE VESSEL by Tufold

If the void reached out for help, would you grasp it? Rosa must come to terms with the wrongdoings of her past, whether it was unintentional or not; it was her doing. Are we ourselves? Or are we what makes us? But what made what makes us? Was it us, in a way? Is the truth the lack of itself? Are we just simple vessels for the forces that be? In the end of it all, I suppose, we all see; in the end, there is no "me". The truth revealed once you cannot see.

Black Dog Hunting by DMHaines

Drax is a mess; he's messed everything up and it feels like his life is imploding. But there is a chance, if he can get past his preconceptions. But can he see it through? Can he make it back to happiness and fulfillment? Or will the darkness win?

Goodnight by z0mbies

Ethan's nightmares are terrifying. He hates falling asleep; he hates having to witness the twisted world that he's forced into when he closes his eyes. But when they begin to blend into reality, facing them may be his only choice. __________________ IMPORTANT NOTICE - if you're reading this story on a site that is not www.wattpad.com then you could be at risk of a malware attack. Furthermore, please go to this link: www.wattpad.com/user/z0mbies, and report to me where you are reading this story. Thank you. WARNING: This story contains distressing material. Reader discretion advised. The characters in this book are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

The Backrooms by Panderwriter_Nerv

It was like it happened out of thin air, like the moment I was there then gone in the next. Like I fell through the ground, where am I? How can I get out? What lies ahead in this barren "abandoned" world? And what waits for me?... *wake up* *Wake Up* *WAKE UP* Updates every 1-2 weeks on Fridays Some story relevance and references belong to Kane Pixels on YouTube for his backrooms series, I only use them for inspiration and for story references, its kind of a fanfiction based on his series =)

The Forgotten by AlexanderTottenThoma

I woke up in a dark room, I didn't know where I was. In fact I couldn't remember anything from last night, it was all a blur. My sight was a bit blurry but I noticed a picture. The picture looked a bit off I had no idea what it was but it gave the creeps. I looked around a bit more there wasn't much. I thought to myself "where am i?" I heard a creek I looked around and tried moving back but the fact I had no idea where i was creeped me out a bit more. another creek. "well fuck" I thought to myself. Co-editor/creator Izzy

The Backrooms // Dreamnotfound by madvida

George wakes up in an unfamiliar room. Fluorescent lights and an annoying buzz plague his every move. How did he get here? What is this place? As he embarks on a journey for answers, exploring mysterious levels and encountering near death far too many times to count, it's lucky he meets some pretty cool people to help him along the way. They'll do anything in their power to keep George safe on his expedition to find out the truth.

Greeting Insanity by total-spazzoid

I find comfort in the colors of the world That's where the "doctors" have it wrong Sticking people like me In rooms adorned only with Plain Crisp White Walls White room White bed White toiletries White necessities It's vile It's cruel And it makes them seem a fool Placing me in a cell of plastic A cubical of my own destruction The world fades by Repeating Hazy Just because I'm what they call Crazy I see white White room White bed White toiletries White necessities It's stereotypical It's defective It feels Repetitive They first discover my "condition" A problem to them When I flung a can of paint Screaming My throat bled Ear piercing Agony ricocheting off the Plain Crisp White Walls As I released the inner me Congratulations On greeting my insanity

NAMELESS by allora_haven

COMPLETED "I exist. I know I must, because it hurts." She wakes up in a small, white room. She remembers nothing. If you can't remember, and you can't ask, how can you know who you are?

Day Seven by Markosias906

Going up-stairs in the subway, a man steps on a plastic cup and falls down, but far from getting severly hurt, he finds himself in a strange place, where no-ending yellow corridors is all to see, and from where is almost impossible to scape. At first, he thinks he is in a coma or in some kind of nightmare, but after starting to feel hungry and thirsty, he relices that maybe everything is real, and he needs to get out before is too late.

Archeia's Atheneum (The First Shift) by nullandvoid44

You're awake. You're different. You exist, suddenly, as two things. You, the one you know, with the body and name you're familiar with--and this new you, the one exists within you. This you is inhabiting a world within your own. This other consciousness that you see through has begun to sense its timeline, each word a moment. Like the you you're familiar with, this self seems to come into its life mid-story--though the way you experience this life/story differs vastly from what you're used to. As you grow you will eventually know how to articulate it, even recreate it. First, however, you must choose to embark on/in this small incarnation; you must read the first word. For those who will tread forth on this journey, we salute you. You have been dubbed Archeia, may your journey be ever abundant.

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THE VESSEL cover

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Goodnight cover

The Backrooms cover

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The Backrooms // Dreamnotfound cover

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Archeia's Atheneum (The First Shift) cover

THE VESSEL

If the void reached out for help, would you grasp it? Rosa must come to terms with the wrongdoings of her past, whether it was unintentional or not; it was her doing. Are we ourselves? Or are we what makes us? But what made what makes us? Was it us, in a way? Is the truth the lack of itself? Are we just simple vessels for the forces that be? In the end of it all, I suppose, we all see; in the end, there is no "me". The truth revealed once you cannot see.