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Jane & Mary Kate
Chandra & Soran
Melissa & Arowyn
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Friday, August 11, 2023
Monday, July 24, 2023
The Backrooms: Who Really Owns the Rights to it?
As far as I’m concerned it is an urban legend, created by various unknown people. It was based on a picture posted on 4Chan a few years ago, before the pandemic but the picture that started it all appeared online as far back as 2012, or so it is rumored. Writers have written stories about the Backrooms and people have written Fanfiction & made indie games related to the Backrooms.
Someone had posted on an anonymous site, asking if Kane Pixel owns the rights to the Backrooms because he created videos on YouTube. He has created his own mini mythology through a highly successful YouTube series. The key words are, created his OWN mini mythology, much like everyone else who has created their own stories based on the Backrooms.
I'm an author and I’ve written two books loosely based on the Backrooms and so have other authors. The Backrooms is open for interpretation & can be used to create stories and videos by anyone. A24 has the copyright to their movie, but not the actual word, The Backrooms since the word and the concept of the Backrooms is an internet creepy pasta and it's origin is unknown. Thousands of people have created videos, literature and other media involving the Backrooms. If A24 suddenly started asking social media platforms to remove everything related to the backrooms, they would be alienating half of the Backrooms fans. The fans are what made the whole concept popular!
Where did the
picture of the Backrooms come from?
No one knows but
that’s the part of it, a mystery that will never be solved.
Lost in the Backrooms: The Phoenix Files vol. 1
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Sunday, July 16, 2023
The Backrooms and the Homeless Crisis
In my book, Lost in the Backrooms: The Phoenix Files Vol. 1, I explained that the Backrooms were originally created by the government to house the homeless, during the homeless crisis, it was a better solution and cost effective. It was a project that was supposed to help many people, a place where they can live comfortably and receive healthcare, mental health care, etcetera.
As mentioned in the book, the government created the Backrooms. They used a high tech quantum generator, that created living quarters inside a 4.1milluon square foot warehouse. The first few years, the program worked, people received the care they needed and a safe and clean place to live, then for reasons unknown, the device used to create the rooms, offices, classrooms etcetera, malfunctioned and it punched a hole into another dimension. Unbeknownst to the crew and everyone else living inside the warehouse, which was called, West of Eden, something was happening, something was warping reality around them. It was too late when it was discovered and many people died or were warped into Eldritch horror looking creatures.
When the quantum generator was shutdown, it did not stop the dimensions from merging. In fact, more levels were created, randomly. Those who did not mutate into creatures, either died or band together in colonies throughout the Backroom levels. The warehouse was shutdown & sealed, never to be opened again. Some have asked why didn't the Church use the portal within the warehouse to send hunters into the Backrooms, well, the entrance to the portal from the warehouse has been sealed with a large metal door and religious symbols are carved on the door. In my book I added a supernatural countenance to the Backrooms. A question was asked where in my story is the warehouse located, I would have to say in central California. The warehouse was the first low housing experiment for the homeless.
Second question was:
Will this ever happen in real life considering that we do have a real life homeless crisis?
I don’t know, maybe the part about building a large warehouse, creating clean & reasonable housing within it, can be a possibility, but as for the Backrooms coming to life, well it is fiction.
I would like to note that In the Phoenix Files, Jane is a lesbian and even though that is not a big deal, unfortunately nowadays, it can be an 'issue' for some parents. I just wanted to bring it to the reader's attention. I focus on the growth of the characters as the story progresses. They fight against the supernatural/paranormal. Think of it like the tv series Supernatural.
The Backrooms is open for interpretation, any author can create a story around the lore and the story doesn’t have to always follow the Backrooms videos. My advice to other authors:
Create your own monsters that roam the endless halls of the Backrooms, be original. Remember, no one owns the Backrooms, it is not copyrighted material and that is why you see many books & other related content created around the Backrooms.
(About the quantum generator: In my book, it is a device that generates rooms almost like magic, but it is a high tech way of doing it, however the scientist that created the device, added something different into the mix; he created an experimental device that can punch through another dimension. The scientist used it while the quantum generator was in use and that is what happened and how the Backrooms were created. He continues to live within the Backrooms, and has become the entity that some in the Backrooms know as the Care Giver. He sees himself as the creator of his own world. All of this will be explained in Vol. 6 There and Back Again. )
I had fun writing the first book of the Phoenix Files series. As I stated in the Author’s Notes in the back pages of my book, The Backrooms will return in volume 6, There and Back Again.
Thursday, July 13, 2023
Lost in the Backrooms Excerpt Chapter 2
Lost in the Backrooms: The Phoenix Files Vol. 1
Excerpt from Chapter 2: Reyna
(This passage comes from my latest book. A few years back, I shared a short story on this blog, and I've incorporated some elements from it into my book for this chapter.)
A day before Jane and MK
would drive to the site, Jane picked up MK and they headed to Murrieta,
California. The drive was pleasant. Jane is listening to a mixed tape that
belonged to her mother. The song Kyrie Eleison by Mr. Mister is
playing in the background.
“Jane, I can’t believe you
actually have a tape cassette player in this car,” MK said, enjoying the music.
“Yeah, this car belonged to my parents, and they left it to me. They installed
a tape cassette player, CD player and a mini-Disc player. I guess at the time
mini discs were popular. My parents were old school and took care of all their
nick-nacks; the 1996 red convertible mustang is no exception. It’s still in
good condition,” said Jane, proudly. They arrived at the condo complex and
looked up the address number.
“It’s the same community she lived in back in 2018, but it looks
to be a different address. The Church relocated them to another condo,” said
Jane, as they both got out of the car and walked down the sidewalk to the
condo. Jane rang the doorbell camera. A young woman with long blonde hair tied
in ponytails opened the door. Hi, I'm Jane Phoenix, and this is my assistant, Mary
Kate Altra. We're here to see Reyna Salano. Does she still reside here?" The
woman smiled warmly. "She just finished her shower; please come in,"
she invited them inside. “Rey, there are two ladies here to see you. It might
be from that college you applied for,” the young woman shouted.
“Okay, I’ll be there soon,” Reyna shouted back as she dried her
hair with a towel, put on her clothes and went downstairs. When she walked out
to the living room, she eyed them curiously. Reyna cut her hair and now rocks a
stylish bob with side-swept bangs. She doesn’t look like she did back in 2018.
"I'm Jane Phoenix, and
this is my assistant, Mary Kate. We were sent by Father Patrick," Jane
introduced herself. Reyna's eyes widened in surprise, and she gasped softly.
"Father Patrick? I
understand now," Reyna replied, her expression turning serious.
"Could we have a moment alone?" Jane
requested. Reyna's roommate eyed them with suspicion.
"Should I step
out?" she asked.
"It's fine," Reyna assured her.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, it’s okay,” Reyna reassured her roommate. Mary pressed her lips together and sighed, “Okay then, I will step out to get us something to eat,” she said, with a worried look on her face. She wasn’t sure if she should leave her alone with strangers. Mary grabbed her purse and left. She is worried that if Reyna re-lives the ordeal, that she may have a relapse. Reyna is seeing a therapist, one that the church assigned to her. The Church has a special therapist on hand who counsels victims of paranormal/supernatural experiences. Sometimes, if a paranormal incident happens in the victim’s place of residence, they are relocated, free of charge, and the house or apartment will be privately owned by the Church. It will be looked after until an exorcism is performed, if needed, but in this case, they just keep the condo locked. They can’t guarantee that the portal won’t open if another person was to move in. An exorcism is not an option, in the case of Reyna’s story, the condo must remain locked until further notice. “Reyna, I am sorry, but I must talk to you about the,” Jane paused and took a breath, “About the experience you had 5 years ago. Father Patrick sent us to get information about what you experienced and um,” Jane paused again, feeling uncomfortable bringing up something that clearly still haunts Reyna.
“Yes, I know but my experience still haunts
me, and I still have nightmares,” Reyna cut in, her hands trembling slightly.
“Please, there is a 13-year-old girl who is
lost in the Backrooms, we are Hunters, and we are going to rescue her, but we
need more information from you, like what did you see while you were in there,
and how you managed to escape,” MK said. Reyna gulped and sighed, “I trust
Father Patrick and if you say he sent you then, I will talk to you but please
don’t go to the Backrooms, it is a perilous place, and you may never return,”
she said.
“I understand, it’s okay, tell us,” Jane
reassured her. She took out a mini recorder. Reyna took a deep breath and
started. “I was 18 and attending a local community college while working
part-time as a Target associate. One day, my roommates and I went out for our
usual Friday hang out. We arrived at Wild Wing Hot Chicken at 8pm to hang out
and chat about anything and everything related to social media and boys. After
we had been there for an hour, Teresa's boyfriend walked into the restaurant.
Teresa waved him over. Her eyes lit up and her smile widened. "Hey babe,
what are you guys talking about? I hope it’s not about me," he said and
gave her a kiss.
"Really? You think every conversation is
about you?" said Teresa, with a Latin accent. Teresa loved his cockiness
and bravado, but I was never fond of his personality. I often wonder what
attracted her to him. After a while, I looked at the time on my phone and I
made an excuse to leave early.
"Hey guys, I'm gonna head home. I have a
class tomorrow morning, and I have work after." Teresa looked at the time
on her phone.
"It’s only 9:30, I thought you were
gonna stay till midnight? This place doesn’t close until one in the morning.
Stay," she insisted. I pressed my lips together and smiled, "Um, no.
I need my sleep, sorry guys."
"Oh, okay, drive carefully," said
Teresa. She turned her attention back to her boyfriend.
"We'll see you at home," said Mary.
I gathered my belongings. "See you guys later," I said. Teresa, Mary,
and I are roommates and we’ve been renting the two-bedroom condo for about two
years. Mary works at an Amazon facility, she is satisfied with where she works
and chooses not to attend college, she says she really doesn’t have the time,
and Teresa works at a dental office as a receptionist. At the time, I was the
only one attending college and I was the youngest of the three. Teresa was 23,
Mary 22 and I was 18. Our sleeping arrangements were as follows: Mary slept on
the sleeper couch in the living room, while I took one room and Teresa took the
other,” she paused. “Wait, where are my manners. Do you want some iced tea?”
she asked. Jane and MK nodded.
“Sure, that’ll be fine,” MK responded.
Recalling the whole incident makes Reyna thirsty.
“I’ll be back.” Reyna stood up and walked to
the kitchen. She poured three glasses of iced tea, set them on a tray and
carried the tray to the living room. She set the glasses down on the coffee
table in front of them. “By the way, a year ago, Teresa moved out and now lives
with her boyfriend, so Mary and I share the same room,” Reyna softly exhaled
and took a sip from her iced tea.
“You don’t like sleeping alone?” asked MK, she
suspects that her dreams have tormented her every night since the incident.
“Yeah, I have nightmares and sometimes they
seem very real,” she responded and took another sip of her tea and set it down
on the coaster.
“Continue,” Jane said.
Reyna nodded, “I drove home and got ready for
bed. However, I lay in bed staring up at the ceiling; time went by. Teresa and
Mary got home around two in the morning. “2am?" I said to myself and
sighed. I rolled over and listened as they talked for a bit, then they
quieted down and turned in for the night. A breeze was blowing outside, and I
could hear a branch from a tree lightly tapping at my window. I soon drifted
off to sleep. Around four in the morning, I awoke with a start. I had a weird vivid
dream which jolted me out of sleep, leaving me with a feeling of uneasiness and
trepidation. I rubbed my eyes as I lay in bed and stretched my arms over my
head. I let out a heavy sigh and sat up.”
“What kind of dream?”
MK interjected.
“My dream was a bit jumbled, but I remember being in a strange place that wherever I walked, I ended up back in the same spot where I started. I couldn’t escape. I suppose it was a premonition of sorts, perhaps I should have heeded its warning,” she said. MK and Jane shared a worried look. They knew it might have been the Backrooms she was dreaming about.
“I could hear Teresa snoring in the next room. Mary doesn't snore, thank God. I decided to go downstairs to get a cup of water. The only light in the room was the dimly lit cabinet lights. I drank some water and placed the cup by the sink on the counter, then tiptoed upstairs. As I walked into my room, I suddenly tripped. A sudden dizziness came over me as well.
“Damn it,” I said to myself. I was afraid that
I would wake them up. As I stood up, I found myself not in my room! I
caught my breath and looked around.
“What the Hell,” I said
to myself, my mouth dropped. I took a few steps forward. I was faced with
randomly generated rooms interconnected with one another. The wallpaper,
ceiling and carpet were a dull dirty yellow color. There were fluorescent
lights hanging over my head, like the ones found in many buildings from the
70’s or 80’s. I was flabbergasted, and I stood there
paralyzed. My heart raced.
“Am I dreaming? Where am I?” I mused. There was a muggy smell in the air
and the sound of the florescent lights buzzing overhead was annoying. I realized that this place looked like
something from my dream. I was shocked, I didn’t know what to do and I was
barefooted too since I just got out of bed and didn’t put on my slippers
beforehand.
The carpet felt moist and gross. I curiously walked forward, not knowing how I got there and afraid that I would bump into something or someone that would harm me. I did not have a weapon, not even my hand taser that I usually have in my purse and my feet were bare. I cautiously walked around the maze of endless rooms, and hallways, while all the while the noise of the fluorescent lights sounded above me like a hoard of bees buzzing around. The place appeared desolate; no other person was around.
After a while of wandering, which felt like eternity, panic set in and I realized that I would never find a way out. I had the sunken feeling that I wasn’t going to leave at all. I was becoming hungry, thirsty, and weary. I sat down with my back against one of the walls, pondering, reevaluating what happened. I facepalmed, took a deep breath and stood up. I began to run, well more of a jog, then stopped when I heard a sound coming from afar. I caught my breath and listened. There are many strange rooms and hallways but it seems as though I am the only one in here but what was that sound? I thought to myself. I dare not call out for help. I don’t know what was coming toward me, but I turned on my heels and ran back the way I came; however the walls seemed to have changed, I was confused and frustrated. The florescent lights buzzed above, confusing me. One of the walls looked a little different from the others, a little darker in color, but I didn't pay attention to it at the time.
“Am I dreaming? I must be because this can’t be happening,” I mused, and I heard the sound again, something strange, scrapping along the walls, but the sound was still too far away to be of any concern. The florescent lights above sounded louder and flickered, sometimes the sound was deafening. I decided to continue my journey through the yellow crazy maze and perhaps I will find my way out eventually. My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt like a mouse trapped, trying to find the exit. A part of me wanted to believe that this was a dream, a nightmare but instinct told me that it wasn’t. As I turned a corner, I came across a Nike tee shirt and Nike Air Max shoes. I picked it up and inspected the shoe, I saw some dried blood on it. I gasped and dropped it. I took a step back and looked around, wide eyed. I was worried that whatever killed the person who owned those shoes might still be around. I was dizzy with fear, my heart pounded, and I took a deep breath; continued through the ominous yellow labyrinth.
“There’s a killer in this place, something killing people. I must be careful, or I will end up like that person.” I stopped and listened. My ears strained as I could hear a low growl, but it was still far from me, not a cause for alarm. However, I remained vigilant. I breathed a sigh of relief. The musky smell lingered in the air; the moist carpet squish at every step my bare feet took. Lucky that in some areas, the carpet was somewhat dry.
“I will find a way out,” I kept telling myself. I have faith. I would find a way out but as I continued to journey through the maze, I turned a corner and stopped. “What is this?” I said to myself. I found a mini camcorder next to the case. I picked it up and looked at it. It was an older model of a Panasonic mini camcorder.
“I wonder where this came from?” I walked to a secluded corner where I felt
safe. It had a tape inside, and I played it. I quickly turned down
the volume. I held my breath, and looked around, my heart pounding. I waited a
few minutes then exhaled. Whatever was out there, did not hear me so I took out
the earplugs from the case, placed one into my ear and plugged it into the
camera.
Reyna took a sip from
her cup. MK is very intrigued by Reyna’s story, for a second, she could see
into her mind, her memories, as though she was there. Reyna continues: “The
young men, joked around about meeting a ghoul or ghost or coming across
something otherworldly.
“Hey, we might slip into
another dimension or something,” one of them joked.
“Very funny,” said the
African/American boy who was holding the camera. He turned the camera around
and introduced himself and his friends.
“I am Jet this is Mike
and Victor, we are the Truth Seekers, we go to abandoned places and
search for the paranormal,” he said. “They must have a YouTube channel,”
I mused. “Yeah, so we upload a new video every Friday on our YouTube Channel,
please give us
a thumbs up on this
video and subscribe to our channel,” said Mike. They proceeded to go inside the
house and look around. Nothing special, just old furniture and a lot of dust
everywhere. The curtains of the house were half hung by the rods, the rooms
looked as if whoever lived there before, left abruptly many years ago. Jet had
the camcorder and the other two had some ghost hunting gadgets. When Jet
entered one of the rooms it was then that the camera glitched and he found
himself in the Backrooms. “What the Hell
is this!” he exclaimed as he slowly stood up. At that point the camera must
have been facing down because I couldn’t see anything but the carpet. He lifted
the camera to check if it was still recording.
“Good, it is
recording,” he said, breathing a sigh of relief. He moved ahead at a
slow pace, similar to how I did when I first got here. He just kept walking,
but eventually, he broke into a run down the hallways, glancing around and
breathing hard with each step. I can tell he was afraid and frustrated because
I heard it in his breathing, but he kept filming and pushing onward.
“Wow, I can’t believe this place, it’s
endless,” he said to himself. He called out to his friends but there was no
response. He began to panic. He stopped for a moment as though he had heard
something. He slowly turned around. He heard scratching on the walls but
couldn’t see anything. He started to run. On occasion he would turn the camera
back to catch something but there was nothing. Then he stopped cold on his feet
and was in a room with many columns. He saw something that frightened him. He points the camera in that direction. The
camera caught a grotesque looking creature, something out of Hell. It had the
head of a Human but acted like a hound. It crawled on all fours much like one
of them. I honestly thought it was a werewolf. The back legs were twisted like
the hind legs of a dog, and the claws were sharp. It was as though someone cut
the head off a person and sewed it onto the body.
The most horrific part of the creature was its
face. You couldn’t see it under the matted hair, but its eyes glowed as it
glared at him. When it opened its wide maw, it had several rows of teeth. I am
sure you must’ve seen the video that Father Patrick gave you.”
Jane nodded, “Yes, and you’re describing
exactly what I saw in the video.”
MK stared into Reyna’s eyes as she told them her story, she could see the Backrooms as vividly as if she was there. Images of the yellow labyrinth flashed in her mind. Reyna continued, “When I saw it on the video my mouth dropped; I was beside myself. “Is that real?” I asked myself. He continued running but I heard on the video the creature close behind. Jet couldn’t find a way out; it was then he dropped the camera and the case; he kept on running, as the camera caught footage of him running away. The creature lunged at him in a heartbeat and that was the end.
After I watched it,
I sprung up and put the camera securely into the case, hung the strap of the
case diagonally around me and continued the trek through the Backrooms as
quickly as possible. I came across a strange wooden crate, but I ignored it as
I heard that familiar sound again, the same sound that was in the video and the
same sound I heard earlier. I gulped and stopped. I held my breath, and I
slowly turned around. The creature was a few yards away from me, so I ran, as
if my life depended on it because it did. It was strong, fast and I could feel
its breath on my heels. My heart raced and the only thing that ran through my
mind was finding a way out. Then I remembered the strange wall, the weird
looking wall. It was then when I heard something say, “Go through
it.” Maybe it was my Guardian Angel, I don’t know.
“God,
help me find the way out,” I shouted. As I continued, the creature was gaining
on me, then I turned a corner and saw it, the wall. I ran right at it, hoping
to make it through or that I would knock myself out, so I wouldn’t feel a thing
when the creature’s teeth sank into me. I was thinking that death will be
swift. I went right through the wall, but the creature managed to rip a piece
of the hem from my bottom pajamas. I screamed as I flowed through emptiness, a
void, then suddenly I was thrust into a small room. I hit hard against the
door.
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Sunday, April 9, 2023
Lost in the Backroom: Sneak Peek of my New Book
Excerpt
Lost in the Backrooms
(an excerpt from chapter 1)
Jane Phoenix is sitting at her desk looking through the computer for articles related to unusual and paranormal phenomena. Sometimes people post on forums or on social media websites of related content and if the story is interesting and believable, she would ask questions and see if it’s worth investigating. She sent her assistant MK (Mary Kate) out to collect a few ‘Hot Sheets’ (tabloid papers) so she can search through them and possibly find one or two unique stories that stand out and are worth investigating. “Hmm, it’s been kinda slow lately,” she mumbled. The bell hanging above the door chimed as Father Patrick walked in carrying a black briefcase. His light brown eyes met Jane’s smile. She stood up from behind her desk, walked toward him, meeting him halfway. They gave each other a friendly hug. The priest is wearing his usual outfit, black slacks, a button up short sleeve shirt, with a Roman Collar and a silver cross around his neck. His dark brown hair is sleeked back, and a mustache rims his upper lip.
“The mustache is new,” Jane remarked, in jest. She glanced at the briefcase; she suspects another job is about to be assigned, something very important. “Father, what brings you here?” she said. They walked back to her desk, and he sat across from her. “I came to visit my favorite Hunter,” he smiled.
“So, the organization, Soldiers of the Holy Trinity sent you, I wonder why.”
“Where is your assistant MK?” he asked.
“I sent her out to fetch me a Starbucks coffee and Hot Sheets.”
“You still call them that?’ he chuckled.
“Why not, sometimes those articles have some truth to them, you told me to always look at everything, never leave anything unturned, besides some of my cases come from those Hot Sheets,” she fingered quoted and smiled.
The priest chuckled. “Oh Jane, you always make me smile, but I am here not just for a casual visit, but I have an assignment for you,” he said as he opened his briefcase and pulled out a file.
“Hmm, what could this be?’” she said as he handed the file to her.
“This is labeled confidential,” she said, letting out a sigh. “The Backrooms, case 47,” she whispered.
“Hmm, what is this Father?"
“Well as you know some of the cases the Church comes across are confidential and since we are in league with the governments of the world, we help them with difficult and unusual cases that are related to the supernatural or otherworldly phenomenon. This is one of them.
A teenager slipped into what is called, the Backrooms.” Jane looked at him perplexed, but as she read through the first page of the file, she sees that the young girl missing is the bishop’s great grandniece, his sister’s daughter’s child. Her mouth dropped and she looked at the Priest. “Oh wow. I can see why it’s a top priority. How do we get to the Backrooms?” Father Patrick sighed. “Well, before you go to the site where the team will meet us, you must interview a young woman who had a similar experience in the Backrooms.”
Reyna
“Who is she?” Jane flipped through the file.“Her name is Reyna,” he said.
“It says she found her way out by running through a weird wall?” said Jane, Father Patrick nodded.
“A weird wall?” Jane repeated and gave him a puzzled look. “It seems that there are exits throughout the Backrooms but finding them is nearly impossible. This young woman was lucky, she had Faith and courage that brought her out of the Backrooms,” he said.
“Faith in God? Why would God create something like the Backrooms?” said Jane, with a sigh. “God did not create the Backrooms Jane, Man did but when things go wrong, the project gets abandoned and, in some cases, the supernatural moves in.” Jane tapped her nails on the desk, thinking. “Hmm, this case does intrigue me,” said Jane.
“Everything’s in the file, and an SD card is in the envelope too. A short video is saved in it and other information that might be useful,” he said. He sent her a text of the location where the site is and where she’ll meet him if she accepts the assignment.
“Why would God allow these places to exist?”
“God is everything, God is infinite in every aspect of what we call Life. You know this. You were taught this, but sometimes when Man messes with the natural order of things, something can go wrong and most of the time opens a portal to other realms. Realms that should not be opened,” he said. Jane sighed and nodded. “Yep,” she responded and set the file on her desk.
“I suppose there’s something that Reyna didn’t tell you?”
He nodded, “When we interviewed her, she was still distraught, but time has passed and it’s been almost a year and a half since her experience, we need to find out if she had seen anything else in the Backrooms of interest to your mission,” he paused.
“Seen what?” asked Jane.
“Well, back in 2015 we sent a Hunter to find a young man who, along with his friends, were exploring an abandoned house. When we came across the case, we interviewed his friends, who told us that he just disappeared. They couldn’t find him anywhere and they concluded that he may have fallen victim to a homeless who might have been living in the house, unbeknownst to them.”
“So do you think this young man is still in the Backrooms?” He sighed and shook his head.
“No, Reyna brought back a mini handheld video camera and it recorded his last days.”
“Does the video show when he entered the Backrooms?” Jane is intrigued but something about this case makes her feel uneasy. “The video was transferred to the card so you can look at it.”
“There may be other things that she can tell you, maybe something she might’ve forgotten,” he said. Jane nodded.
“So, where’s the site that we will, or should I say, might meet if I take up this assignment?”
“The site is located in San Bernardino, in a nice community.”
“Really? How nice?” she asked.
“The community was built several years ago, however a portal developed within the house which incidentally took another person in,” he said.
“I take it that this house has dark paranormal energy?” she asked. He nodded. “It’s more the land than the house itself. In 2018, a family had an incident at the home. The Michaels lived in a two-story house and the father was a handyman, and quite a carpenter, he built a small storage room
beneath the stairs, adding a door to it. There was nothing unusual about the room, it served its purpose for several years. However, one day the mother had entered the storage room to take out a plastic container filled with Christmas decoration,” he paused. “Can I have some water please,” he asked. Jane got up and poured some water from the dispenser into a cup and handed it to him. He took a heavy gulp. Jane can see that his hesitation is a sign that the case is still unsolved and ongoing.
“It must be a case that was never solved,” she thought. “When we heard that the woman had gone missing and the details of the case fell into the unexplained, I visited the family to investigate. Naturally they were distraught. The husband told me that his wife was in the house, she did not step out into the backyard, nor did she leave in the car. One of her kids, who at the time was ten, saw her enter the storage room but never came out. She said that after her mother went in, she could feel a strange vibration, like a pulse radiating from the storage room and the hairs on her arms stood up. She went into the room, but her mother was not in there. She said that the room felt odd, brooding, and her hair on her head, stood up like when a person rubs a balloon on their hair, and it sticks upright. She called out to her but nothing. Instinct kicked in and she stepped back away from the open door and ran to tell her father. At first, he did not believe her and decided to see for himself. He went into the room, looked around, she was nowhere in sight, only a storage container that was open. He knew his wife would not have left without telling him and there was no sign of a break-in, so he was baffled and beyond himself. He too felt something inside the room but ignored it. His daughter told him what she felt when she stepped into the storage room. Naturally, the father was confused. He then called the authorities, and since the organization has someone inside each city that would let us know about unusual cases and unexplained phenomenon, we went to interview the family. The Church is well established in communities and our goal is to investigate unusual phenomenon and to help the best we can. When it’s determined that the case falls into the realm of the paranormal/supernatural, then we must relocate them and take the case. That is what we do, we help the unfortunate people that stumble across supernatural phenomena.”
“So, what do you think happened to the woman?” asked Jane. Father Patrick sighed, “We sent Hunters to retrieve her, the portal was still available for entry. They wore bodycams. The devices are waterproof, high tech. Our scientists created the cams. So, we sent two Hunters equipped with devices that our scientists created special for crossing dimensions. In addition, they also created a device that can mimic the vibrations that trigger the portal to open. It is unknown why the portal opened in the first place, but it is believed that it occurs randomly.
When the Hunters went in, the bodycams showed a vast, enormous maze of yellow walls, dirty carpet, and florescent lights. During their investigation, we lost connection with the hunters, and thus they never returned. We feel that they came across entities that exist within the Backrooms and did not make it. Our soldiers fought the fight but lost. We quickly informed the family that their house is no longer livable and is a hazard to humans, we relocated them.”
“They agreed?” asked Jane.
“Yes.”
“Where are they now?” she asked.
“They are living in Murrieta, but they grieve for the wife and mother they lost. The church prays for her return.” Jane was silent for a moment and sighed. “Wow, some never make it out do they. What about the people that do make it out like this woman named um,” she looks at the name on the file, “Reyna?”
“Well, those who make it out, tell of unusual horrific creatures that exist throughout the Backrooms. The experiences have scarred them for life,” he responded.
Inspiration: Supernatural, Lockwood, Fate Stay Night, and other related shows.
Thursday, March 16, 2023
New Book: Lost in the Backrooms
I am withholding the title of my new book until it is ready for publication, I guarantee that this next book series will intrigue avid readers. The first book out of the series will be related to the Backrooms phenomenon, called Lost in the Backrooms. Well, not sure if it’s a phenomenon but people have talked about it and posted short videos about the notorious Backrooms in recent years. The Backrooms intrigue me and have inspired me. I am integrating it into the story I am writing. The main character is a Hunter, she belongs to a secret organization that the Church created long ago to hunt down paranormal/supernatural creatures.
The first book will introduce
the main character, Jane, whose parents were a part of the secret
organization and after they died when she was 12, she is taken to Saint
Augustina orphanage, raised and trained to be a Hunter, like her parents. That’s
all I am going to give you, I won’t reveal anymore. When I publish this book, I
will post links to it on this blog and create a page for the series on my
website.
MY Inspirations: Supernatural, Backrooms, paranormal
shows, and some anime TV series I’ve seen in the past.
Tuesday, February 21, 2023
Write What You Know and Experienced
I was a Human Directional (Sign Twirler) since 2012, except during the pandemic when many companies closed. The sign twirling job was my part-time job. Recently, I’ve become a supervisor which is a step up, and better for my tired feet. I am writing an eBook related the job.
I will slightly change names of people and companies, that I worked for especially the recent company. The motivation for this book is to write down the experiences I’ve had as a sign twirler/supervisor while eagerly awaiting for the time I can apply for early retirement and end my employment with these companies for good. The book will be filled with pros and cons of the job and my interaction with coworkers, management, and the clients (realtors at the offices). Don’t expect any spicey, sex scenes, there is none, just information and my personal experiences that I had while working as a sign twirler. Yes, some people will be irked, but it doesn’t matter, for I am real and true to myself. I will be publishing under a pseudonym, not the usual pen name I use and I will not publish the book through Amazon Kindle (KDP). This book will only be available through Google Play and Apple Books.
Other books:
I am working on the hardcover version of Omega: Chandra’s Quest
book 4, which will be out next month. Thank you, readers--those who have
taken an interest in my books. Read, Rate and Review.
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