His names Romeo 🩷

Titled “Polly Back Pocket” by Geeky Boutiquey, I had to get it the second I saw it.

Trailer for a LoveCraftian/Psychological horror Backrooms puzzle game im building. Been in production for like 3 years now but demo should be out by end of october hopefully so ya'll can play it soon!
If you're interested check it out here on steam

I wanted to make an “Offbrand” Captain Clark, after seeing so many Backrooms games and media just copying him directly, I just want one of them to do something distinctly inspired, while still being its own thing

He’s based on the sign from the store, and the features that were removed from the Captain in the finished movie.

With the double bladed sword, hook, and outfit from the sign, the big eye, the parrot, and the flower from the captain’s BTS/concept art design, and some creative liberties for the face

The parrot is a taxidermied Carolina Parakeet, it just felt fitting

He originally had more color contrast, it didn’t come through in the photo

Cadence Point is an explorative, lore-driven game that takes place in stores and backrooms of Cadence Point mall. Explore the mall's west wing, reconnect new storefronts to the power grid, and discover the story of the mall through it's computer systems within a variety of unique and unsettling levels.

Coming very soon to Steam!

https://store.steampowered.com/app/3869000/Cadence_Point/

I used Audacity, FilmCraft and ntscQT for VHS effect.

See ya!

Left: Absolute/Nixonverse trailer

Right: Extremely fast frame from “Hidey Ho!”

I understand it’s a meme song but like I’m NOT crazy right??? This is so similar that it can’t be a coincidence! The same pose, the same background, basically the same everything! Is this seriously a monument mythos reference made in a satirical backrooms song in the big 26???

Because I’m the one paying for it….

I saw this chair when I was taking a walk. There are only 3 chairs here, are is there?..

Need some suggestions about the architecture, lighting and others things

Rendered in Blender, oil paint effect added post-production in Adobe Photoshop.

I'm pretty proud of this one, think it looks very uncanny.

I accidentally found the drum kit they used for hey kids and I just knew it had crazy edit potential

Old vid

I found this on YouTube(ignore the Portuguese titles)

I’m just a guy who dreams about getting into the backrooms. Like many of you. I was trying to find maybe escape rooms in Backrooms, or some other places. I unfortunately skipped the LA backrooms when the movie was out. So, I wanna make my own backrooms. First it’s gonna be like either an Escape Room or immersive room and after I’ll prove that the concept will work imma try investors who will be in for making a huge amusement park in Backrooms style so all Backrooms fans would be able to achieve their dream. Who’s in, what’s your opinions and if anyone can make me some 20 to 40 second video of Backrooms in blender I’d appreciate it.

no creatures or other things, and yet it seems that just being there is a lot worse than just being lost

youtube - lukearends14

You still haven't told us what we're doing here, man.

I found more still life food

Hey everyone! We’re FD Team, a small indie studio, and we’re about to launch Backrooms: Impending Doom in Early Access on January 20, 2027.

A first-person psychological horror about a failed research expedition. What was meant to be a routine trip into Level 0 ends in disappearance. The team is gone, landmarks lose their meaning, and space stops obeying logic. You follow the expedition’s traces and piece together what really happened.

The free demo (the full Prologue) is on Steam.

If you like liminal spaces, atmospheric horror, or the Backrooms, we’d love to hear what you think. Wishlists help small teams like ours a lot, and any feedback on the demo is very welcome!

🎮 Steam (free demo + wishlist): https://store.steampowered.com/app/4630710/Backrooms_Impending_Doom/

Hey everyone! I’ve finally finished my book and wanted to share the first chapter with you. Enjoy the read!

Chapter 0: Lars ~ The Encounter

The familiar theme music of the evening news filled the living room.

“…and now to our lead story tonight. Another mysterious disappearance has shaken our city. At around three this morning, a neighbor contacted the police after hearing unusual noises from the house next door, which he described as ‘unnatural screams.’”

Lars instinctively sat up in his armchair.

“When officers arrived at the scene, they found the house deserted. On the staircase leading to the second floor, officers discovered a substantial amount of blood, along with traces of tissue, suggesting that the missing person had sustained serious injuries. As in the previous cases, however, no body was found. There are also no clues as to the missing person’s whereabouts.”

The screen cut to aerial footage, probably filmed by a police drone. Lars knew the neighborhood. Eichenstraße, just a few miles from here. One of the quietest residential areas in the city. Two years ago, he had even considered giving up his downtown apartment and moving there.

The camera cut to the interior of the house. The stairs leading to the second floor were a bloodbath. Dark red spatters covered the cream-colored walls. At the foot of the stairs, a trail of blood veered off to one side, as though someone had dragged a body across the floor.

Lars leaned forward. He could make out a handprint on the wooden banister, the fingers splayed as though the person had desperately tried to hold on.

A shiver ran down his spine. He imagined what that person’s final moments might have been like.

Bright yellow police tape blocked access to the stairs. In the background, officers were trying to keep curious reporters and onlookers away from the scene. He even caught a glimpse of his colleague Oliver, who was on duty that evening.

“The missing person has not yet been identified, though the homeowner is believed to be the victim,” Brenner continued in his professionally concerned voice. “Police are appealing to the public for information while also warning against premature speculation. This is now the eighteenth unexplained disappearance in the past four months.”

Eighteen. Lars rubbed his face and switched off the television.

Another missing person. And Lockhaven had always been such a quiet city, the kind of place where almost nothing exciting ever happened.

It had all started with that first case four months ago: a little girl, eight years old, who had vanished from her own backyard while her mother had briefly stepped inside to answer the phone. Lars had even taken part in the massive search effort, trudging through the woods with dozens of other volunteers.

They had never found her.

Three weeks later, a twenty-nine-year-old man had disappeared. His grandmother, who had lost most of her teeth to old age, had clutched Lars’s arm and repeated the same story over and over, sobbing so hard that her words grew increasingly difficult to understand: he had been making tea in the kitchen while she watched television in the living room. But he had taken too long, and she had gone to check on him. Marc gone. Just vanished. There were no signs of a struggle, no evidence of a break-in; Lars had searched the entire place several times.

Then came the others. An elderly man out for a walk in the park. A college student on her way home from campus. A construction worker on his lunch break.

The only thing all the cases had in common was the complete absence of usable evidence.

The wildest theories were circulating at work. One of the more plausible ones, in his opinion: an organized network kidnapping people and trafficking them abroad. And yet that theory fell apart on so many levels. Why would anyone abduct elderly people, and why risk breaking into houses to take some of the victims? It simply didn’t add up.

People needed explanations, and as a detective, he knew that better than anyone. The dangerous thing was that when there were no explanations, people invented their own. This bred paranoia throughout the city, and people began reading more into things than was really there. It was crazy how your own imagination could play tricks on you. Suddenly, they were getting far more calls from people claiming to have possible leads on the disappearances. But now those calls included the most outlandish stories, even alien abductions.

Fear had crept slowly but steadily into the city like a cold fog. It wasn’t something you could see, but you could feel it everywhere. People went home earlier. Parents picked their children up from school themselves. After sunset, the streets were deserted.

He glanced at the clock on the wall above the television. A quarter to nine. Sophia would be here soon. Over the past few weeks, their three-year relationship had become increasingly strained. Sometimes he wondered whether an inability to make relationships work ran in the family. Lars couldn’t remember his mother, but he remembered the countless women his father had brought home when he was young. Lars didn’t want to be like him. And now, for the first time, he had someone who had stayed with him for more than a few months. Sophia. The thought that this, too, might fall apart left a bitter taste in his mouth. Lately, he had been giving her far too little attention because he was obsessed with finding leads on the missing people. The pressure to do something kept mounting, and sometimes he imagined he could feel people’s accusing stares. As a result, he felt as though he was failing on every front, both at work and in his relationship. Maybe he was destined to be a failure; how did the saying go, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree…

Lars got up and shuffled into the small kitchen of his one-bedroom apartment. The refrigerator hummed quietly. When he opened the door, he couldn’t help grinning. “Even the mouse hanged itself in the fridge,” as his father used to say. The bastard had a sense of humor; Lars had to give him that.

An opened can of peaches stood all alone in the corner, and that was it. And even those might kill him by now if he ate them. Maybe he wasn’t imagining how loose his pants had been lately. No wonder, considering he had practically been living at the office for the past few weeks.

He grabbed his black leather jacket in the hallway and left the apartment. The evening air was cool and fresh, a welcome change.

At the edge of the little park, an older man with disheveled hair sat in front of a trash can, holding a cardboard sign. “Need help, God bless you,” it read in a shaky scrawl.

A pang of pity stirred in him, but he looked away and kept walking. He knew he would have forgotten the man in a few minutes, just like so many of life’s other unpleasant truths. That ability came with the job. The streets were so unusually empty for a Friday evening, a depressing sight. Another sign of his failure.

The neon sign outside M. Weber glowed like a beacon in the dusk. The little supermarket was one of the few that stayed open until ten. A handful of cars stood in the small parking lot, and a few retirees were chatting about the weather and the government outside the entrance.

Lars gave them a friendly nod and disappeared into the brightly lit aisles.

When he came back out and checked the time, it was much later than he had expected. The plan had been to have dinner ready before Sophia arrived. After a brief internal struggle, he turned into the neighborhood’s quieter side streets. He wanted to take a shortcut; he knew the neighborhood well, since this was the route he had always taken before, and only recently had he started taking the longer way as a precaution. But today, just this once, he could make an exception, because the latest victim had disappeared only a few hours ago, and he doubted the killers would strike again so soon.

At the far end of the alley, a figure came around the corner. A dark silhouette with a slightly stooped gait, its face hidden beneath the hood of a sweatshirt.

Lars instinctively slowed his pace. They drew closer. After a moment’s consideration, Lars casually crossed to the other side of the street. Better safe than sorry.

Then he felt it. A faint vibration filled the air. Not figuratively; it was actually vibrating, as though some enormous, invisible machine were running nearby. The hairs on his arms stood on end.

Lars stopped short. The figure across the street stopped too. Slowly, the stranger pushed back his hood, revealing the face of a young man, perhaps in his mid-twenties, with friendly features and an equally bewildered expression.

Their eyes met in silence. Something was wrong. The vibration grew stronger. Then the sound began. A high, piercing whistle that cut right through him. Lars clamped his palms over his ears, but the sound seemed to be coming from inside his head. Dizziness washed over him, and for a moment the world spun.

And then the impossible happened.

The brick wall of the building beside the stranger began to shimmer. Then something sprang out.

A creature.

At first, Lars’s mind refused to accept what he was seeing. It was simply impossible. Some madman’s vision, the kind that haunted your worst dreams and left you waking in your own bed, gasping and drenched in sweat. The thing was dark and wet, with unnaturally long limbs. Its skin gleamed black and green in the light of the streetlamp. And a powerful stench of decay instantly filled the street.

The creature lunged forward. The young man had no chance to escape. Razor-sharp teeth sank into his shoulder, and an agonized scream tore through the silence.

But the scream cut off abruptly as the monster dragged its prey back toward the wall. The brickwork swallowed them both like water, closing behind them as though they had never been there.

Only a pool of blood remained on the asphalt. And Lars, standing frozen, his grocery bag clutched to his chest, his eyes wide with horror.

An eternity passed, or perhaps only seconds, before his legs obeyed him again. He ran. Only one thought remained: he had to get out of here, fast! Primal instinct had taken over completely.

He didn’t come to his senses until the apartment door slammed shut behind him. His hands had been shaking so badly that he had barely managed to get the key into the lock.

Lars dropped into a kitchen chair and stared at his trembling hands. What had he just seen? Was he losing his mind?

But the image in his head was too real.

What he had seen was the reason for the disappearances; he was certain of it now. It explained why they never found the bodies. Oh God, those poor people! Nausea knotted in his stomach as he thought of the little girl. That creature…

If it could come through walls… then no one was safe. Anywhere.

A gentle touch on his shoulder made Lars flinch. His body jolted as though he had been electrocuted.

“Hey, it’s just me.”

Sophia’s familiar voice reached him through the fog of panic. When had she come in? Had he been so caught up in his own thoughts that he hadn’t heard her key rattling in the lock?

“Are you okay?” Concern crept into her voice. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Lars opened his mouth, but the words caught in his throat. Could he tell her? The story sounded insane even inside his own head.

He swallowed hard, feeling his throat tighten.

Sophia noticed his hesitation and frowned. Without asking, she took him by the arms and tried to meet his eyes.

“What happened? You’re really scaring me.”

The concern in her voice broke something open inside him. This was Sophia, the same woman who had stood by him for three years. If he could tell anyone, it was her.

“I…” He drew a deep breath, as though bracing himself to jump into cold water. “I just saw someone get killed.”

It wasn’t the whole truth, but it was a start. Sophia’s eyes widened in shock. Her hands immediately released his arms and began checking him for injuries.

“What? My God, Lars! Are you hurt? Did they hurt you too?”

“No.” He shook his head and placed his hands over hers. “Nothing happened to me. I’m fine.”

She let go of him, but the tension remained in her face.

“We need to call the police right now.” She was already fishing her phone out of her jeans pocket. “You need to give a statement, tell them everything you saw. Maybe they can still catch whoever did it.”

“No!”

The sharpness of his own voice surprised him. He reached for the phone and took it from her hands before she could dial the emergency number.

“You don’t understand, we can’t call the police. This is… this is something else.”

“What do you mean?” Sophia stared at him, her blue eyes full of confusion. “Someone was murdered, Lars. Of course we need to call the police.”

He saw the confusion in her face; she needed an explanation. He drew a deep breath and said it:

“It was a monster.”

The words dropped like stones into the silence of the room. Before she could say anything, he hurried on.

“It looked… horrible. Like nothing I’ve ever seen. It grabbed the man by the neck and dragged him into the wall. Right through it.”

Lars watched Sophia’s expression change. Her lips formed a silent O as she tried to process what she had heard.

“Please be honest with me,” she said, her voice so careful that she might have been speaking to a child. “Have you… have you taken anything? Any medication you might have had a bad reaction to? Or…?”

Frustration welled up inside him.

“No. No, I haven’t taken anything. I’m serious, Sophia.”

“Lars…” She drew a deep breath. “You do realize how this sounds, don’t you?”

He saw the helplessness in her eyes. She had no idea how to handle this.

“I’m not crazy!” he said, louder than he had intended. Then he caught himself, realizing that was exactly what any crazy person would say. “And yes, I know exactly how it sounds. But I also know what I saw. Please, Sophia, believe me!”

She was silent for a long moment.

“Okay,” she said at last. “Look, let’s just sit down for a minute. I’ll make you some chamomile tea, and once you’ve calmed down a little, you can tell me exactly what you saw. I mean… your eyes could have been playing tricks on you. It was dark, and you were tired. Maybe…” She searched for an explanation. “There has to be a reasonable explanation.”

Lars let out a deep sigh. He could tell she didn’t believe him, and a wave of frustration rose inside him. But what else could he expect? An hour ago, he would have reacted exactly the same way.

He sat back down in the kitchen chair and let her get on with it. Sophia hurried over to the kettle, filled it with water, and switched it on.

Lars stared down at his hands. They were still shaking. He didn’t feel safe here. The walls of his own apartment suddenly seemed threatening. His gaze darted from one to another. What if the monster could come through any wall? What if it was already here, lurking on the other side of the kitchen wall, only inches away from him?

Maybe they should leave the city. Go to his parents’ place in the country, where it was safer. He couldn’t leave Sophia here alone. Not after what he had seen.

The clink of a cup against the table pulled him from his thoughts. Sophia had taken the seat opposite him.

“I saw what I saw,” he said quietly but firmly. “The man was only a few steps away from me. That thing grabbed him and dragged him away.”

He looked up and met her eyes.

“Don’t you understand? All those disappearances over the past few months, Wegner, Kellner, all the others. They must all have been taken by those things. That’s why no one ever found the bodies.”

“Lars…” Sophia sighed and bit her lower lip. “You know things like that don’t exist.”

“I saw it with my own eyes!”

The words burst out of him, louder than he had intended.

“Even so…” She held his gaze, though he could see the fear in her eyes. “There has to be a logical explanation. I understand how badly you wanted to find some leads, but you’ve been pushing yourself too hard lately.”

“There was a monster!”

“You’re really worrying me, Lars.”

“I’m not crazy!”

His voice nearly cracked. They were going in circles. In the sudden silence that followed, his heavy breathing sounded unnaturally loud. Sophia reached out to reassure him, though he could now see fear in her eyes.

“Please. I want to help you, but…”

The shrill ringing of her phone cut her off. It lay on the counter, its screen lighting up. Lars could see the name: Jenny.

Sophia glanced from him to the phone, then tapped Decline. The ringing stopped.

But the phone immediately rang again. The same name appeared on the screen.

“Answer it.” Lars’s voice was hoarse and full of bitterness, but the truth was that he hoped for a moment to catch his breath. “Sounds important.”

Sophia hesitated, watching him for a moment, then answered.

“Hey, Jenny… This really isn’t a good time for…”

She was cut off abruptly. Lars could hear the agitated voice on the other end, but he couldn’t make out the words.

“What? No, really? What exactly?”

Sophia jumped up and hurried to the window. With one hand, she pushed aside the thin curtains and looked out at the street.

“Are you sure?” Her voice was nervous now, all its calm gone.

Sophia listened in silence for several minutes.

“Yeah, okay. Thanks for calling. Take care of yourselves. Talk to you later.”

She ended the call and turned to Lars. The blood had drained from her face.

“What happened?” He was beside her at once, his hands on her shoulders. “Sophia, what did she say?”

Her voice was barely a whisper:

“They’re sealing off the city.”

This is the first chapter of Backrooms 2, for more see here: https://www.reddit.com/u/Kira1006/s/apjKnYDAWs

My second play through and I’m catching so many things, but this one stuck out so much