Entity 123 - "Your Name Here"
CONCORD ENTITY CLASSIFICATION SYSTEM
ENTITY ID: 123
HABITAT(S): N/A
PROPERTIES:
HVM
VRL-A
VRL-B
NCR
MCH
CBR
SYN
DMN
SSV
CVL
RLA
UNQ
AGR
BNV
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The question is not: Is there a list of names?
Ask yourself: Is my name on this list?
Description:
Entity 123 is a spectral being responsible for terrorizing, as well as the injury and demise of, several residents of these Backrooms. A highly credible source has supplied the M.E.G. with details about an identical modus operandi and mysterious death in the Frontrooms.
Behaviors:
It all begins when the name of the victim appears in an unexpected place. Our names are an important part of our identity. They carry meaning and have deep personal and historical connections. Occultists refer to the "Law of Names" and believe that knowing the "true name" of any supernatural being grants them some power over it. This law also warns that supernatural beings, using your name, might be able to steal who you are or end your life. This entity has one all-consuming behavior: its obsession and compulsion with our names.
Biology:
Entity 123 is not a living creature as we understand biology. It often takes the form of an evil doppelganger (or double) of the victim. It can manifest as a horrifying event or circumstances beyond the victim's control, with every encounter revolving around the name of its prey.
Discovery:
The Backrooms is vast beyond human comprehension and description. This is not a tender place or a honeymoon destination. People constantly die here. It was by chance that the M.E.G. recently realized that these particular tragedies were the work of a single intelligence.
In Their Own Words:
This is a comparative sampling of witness statements and interviews. As this investigation continues, the Major Explorer Group realizes that most victims do not survive these events.
My best friend in the Backrooms, Freddie Ford, never stopped playing the fool or being the center of attention. Funny or not, that skinny idiot always had my back as we tried to make the best of our situation. Nothing romantic.
We were following the dirt path on Level 10, hoping to see if the rumors about legendary baked goods were true. There, in the middle of nowhere, was this beat-up, red mailbox on a wooden post. Painted on it in crude white letters was the name Fred Ford.
Freddie looks it over, does a little dance, and sings, "I gots mail." He opens it up before I could stop him and pulls out an envelope. "It’s got my old address and everything! There’s more in here."
He reaches in, and his arm disappears up to the armpit. Freddie is crying and trying to pull free. I only see his terrified face for a second before his head disappears inside the mailbox. You can hardly hear his muffled screams over the crunching of the mailbox eating him. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Then his legs and feet are gone and the mailbox closes. I run until I pass out from exhaustion.
(Signed)
Wendy Jacobs
M.E.G. Notes: Mailbox recovered.
No anomalous phenomena reported at this time.
Interviewer: Dr. John Rhinehart, PhD
M.E.G. Team "Epiphany"
Interviewee: Thomas Adler
BEGIN LOG
Rhinehart: My name is Doctor Rhinehart, and I am a consultant with the Major Explorer Group. You were found on Level 39, in a state of shock and severe dehydration, near death. You said that something horrific happened at your family reunion?
Adler: Doctor … (takes a deep breath) … I've never been so lost. I kept no-clipping, walking for hours, and no-clipping again. Did not see another face … Finally came to Level 39. I felt this wonderfully comforting feeling, like I was home again and safe. Then I saw this sign: Adler Family Reunion. I walked up the path, toward the laughter, toward the picnic tables and the kids and folks gorging themselves on barbecued chicken. (He starts to sob, then laughs, then sobs.)
Rhinehart: Was this your family?
Adler: Nobody stopped eating, but they all turned now to look at me, all at the exact same time. The exact same time in the exact same way. It caught me off guard and something seemed wrong.. They all said the same thing at once. "More chicken! There's more chicken!" And then, I realized that they weren't eating barbecued chicken. They weren't eating barbecued chicken!
Rhinehart: What were they eating?
Adler: They weren't eating barbecued chicken! Every single man, woman, and child there was wearing my face. They all started after me. I turned and ran for my life. They weren't eating barbecued chicken! (His eyes go wide and wild. The subject no longer responds.)
END LOG
M.E.G. Notes: Sign recovered.
No anomalous phenomena reported at this time.
I was prowling The Endless City and looking for trouble. Which is kinda funny, because trouble always seems to find me. Didn't care what kind of trouble it was. Anything is better than the boredom of these Backrooms. Facelings and Hounds trying to be something they ain't just makes me sick.
There's a building that I never seen before. The sign says Driscoll Hardware. It looks kinda dull and dirty, like most of this stupid city. The mannequin in the window looks just like me, only goofy. It's dressed in overalls and holding a chainsaw. Even got Danny on the nametag.
I rap on the window and the dummy smiles at me and starts the chainsaw. It cuts off its left hand at the wrist. I've been hit with pipes and clubs. Nothing like this! I look down and my left hand is looking up at me from the sidewalk. Blood is everywhere. I'm screaming and waving my stump.
Facelings rush in to help. One makes a tourniquet out of something. They carry me to the hospital and save my life.
(Signed)
Daniel Driscoll
M.E.G. Notes: The victim was able to lead us to the exact location, marked by dried blood on the sidewalk. The building, a clothing store, has been unoccupied for as long as anyone can remember.
I am writing this under duress. What if that monster finds me?
A few days ago, I am walking along this lake and see a guy fishing from the pier. I am hungry and have some things to trade. I figure that, maybe, if he caught some fish, I could trade for one or two.
So, I walk over to him and was about to speak, when he points to the tackle box beside him, and says: "You forgot your gear yesterday." I tell him he has the wrong guy. He never looks up, but asks me: "Is your name Baker?"
I look down and the tackle box has Andy Baker spelled out with those stick-on decals.
Then the guy looks up at me and I am looking down at myself. Except that I don't have red eyes and a hundred teeth. He tells me: "It's okay. I believe in catch-and-release most of the time."
I run and he never chases me or anything. I still hear his laugh.
(Signed)
Andy Baker
M.E.G. Notes: The body of Andrew Baker, impaled by hundreds of fish hooks, was later discovered floating in this particular body of water. The cause of death was determined to be drowning.
Interviewer: Dr. John Rhinehart, PhD
M.E.G. Team "Epiphany"
Interviewee: Deputy Sheriff Luke Taylor
BEGIN LOG
Rhinehart: What brings you here today?
Taylor: For the record, before no-clipping into these Backrooms, I was a Deputy Sheriff for a rural police department in Iowa.
Rhinehart: I read your file. This is why I am intrigued to learn what information you might possibly have to aid our investigation.
Taylor: Two years ago, dispatch tells us that we had a 10-51, subject is drunk, at Buddy’s Bar and Grill. The tavern went as far as calling for a cab. He waits outside for the taxi and then rushes back inside like the Devil was after him. He said that the taxi had a Habersham Taxi Company decal on the door and that the driver was his demonic twin. The drunk's name was Habersham. That made it so weird. When the bartender went out to check the parking lot, it was empty.
Rhinehart: Was there a Habersham Taxi Company?
Taylor: There wasn't. The real taxi arrived after we took Habersham into custody.
Rhinehart: So you did pick him up?
Taylor: We took him into civil protective custody and delivered him to the designated sobering cell or "drunk tank" at the county jail. The guy became a rowdy mess and the officer on duty had to warn him to be quiet five or six times. Drunks can be like that. Anyways, he finally quiets down. When they check the cell in the morning, Habersham is not only dead, but most of his body is missing. Eaten! Just the head and torso remain. None of the cameras caught anything. He was a transient and the investigation went nowhere. Probably still open.
Rhinehart: This was in the Frontrooms?
Rhinehart: Iowa is about as Frontrooms as it gets.
END LOG
M.E.G. Notes: Same Modus Operandi, different dimension.
Interviewer: Dr. John Rhinehart, PhD
Interviewer: Anne Dunne
M.E.G. Team "Epiphany"
Interviewee: Lavender Fields
BEGIN LOG
Rhinehart: Hello, Miss Fields. I am Doctor Rhinehart.
Fields: Is Anne Dunne with you?
Dunne: I'm here, Lavender. What a beautiful name. (The young blonde in the hospital bed is covered with lacerations from head to toe and her eyes are bandaged.)
Fields: Thank you, Anne. My mother was hopelessly addicted to romance novels. Will my story help others?
Dunne: Let's help you first. Please, tell us what happened.
Fields: I was in this quaint bookstore on Level 11. I had some items to trade and desperately wanted to hold a book in my hands again. On a nostalgic whim, I picked up a handful of romance novels and shuffled through the titles, stopping at Love Cuts Deep. The girl on the cover could've been me and the author's name was Lavender Fields. My photo was on the back cover! My mother took that picture at a party the summer before I no-clipped here. I got lightheaded and noticed drops of blood spattering the book. I was bleeding.
Rhinehart: The M.E.G. will attempt to recover that novel.
Dunne: (Taking Lavender's hand …) You have some tangles. Let me brush your pretty hair while we talk. (Anne Dunne pulls an antique brass hairbrush from her satchel and begins to brush the girl's hair. Lavender immediately relaxes.)
Fields: There was a display for selling reading glasses in the bookstore, so I checked my face in the mirror. (She starts to cry.) It was like someone with an invisible knife was cutting my cheeks and forehead. Every time that I checked my reflection, new cuts got longer and deeper. If my arms were reflected, painful cuts slowly appeared there. I made it home somehow and covered all of the reflective surfaces in my apartment with towels. Any reflection would trigger the cuts.
Dunne: The psychic negativity is gone. (She stows the hairbrush.) Old cuts will heal now. No new cuts should appear.
Rhinehart: Maybe you should rest, Miss Fields.
Fields: I'm good. Thank you, Anne. It didn't take long before I realized that looking at any part of my body, even the clothed parts, caused cuts to appear. Deeper cuts.
Dunne: That is when you blinded yourself and the medics brought you here?
Fields: Yes.
END LOG
M.E.G. Notes: Paperback recovered. Other than blood spots, book doesn't match witness description. No anomalous phenomena reported at this time.
The Psychic Connection:
Man-eater?
Blood and tissue
were found inside.
M.E.G. Archives
The Major Explorer Group Team "Epiphany" consists of Dr. John Rhinehart, PhD (science), Amy Cochrane (swords), and Anne Dunne (psychic). This trio has recovered the physical objects from several scenes of these tragedies for study and safekeeping. Other evidence, such as buildings, et cetera, could not reasonably be removed for further examination. In those instances, the evidence was photographed and otherwise documented. The tangible proof was compared to the recorded testimony of witnesses and survivors.
There are no easy answers. The objects collected do not demonstrate anomalous properties. Contrary to the testimony of witnesses and survivors, the objects are no longer "personalized" with the names of the victims and are often somewhat different than described. These differences appear to be the result of altered reality and are not hallucinatory in nature.
Coming to any meaningful conclusions about Entity 123 is a challenge. Physical creatures such as Plague Goblins, Skin-Stealers, and Phobic Centipedes can be located with effort, observed, and, if necessary, killed. Spectral entities do not offer humans such luxuries.
Anne Dunne is currently employing clairvoyance and psychometry to level the playing field. Psychometry (or token-object reading) is the ability to discover facts about events or persons by touching inanimate objects somehow associated with them. It is a form of extrasensory perception, or ESP. Her talents are amazing.
Breakthrough:
Team "Epiphany" is tasked with investigating the recent death of one M.E.G. official and the disappearance of one of their cartographers. Psychometry wins the day.
Main Hall (Level 5) - Without hesitation, Anne Dunne walks straight to an oil painting of a man fishing. The brass nameplate on the frame reads "Catch and Release." According to the records held in Rhinehart's possession, this was the exact spot where the mangled body of the M.E.G. official from Outpost "House Keeping" was discovered, although all stains from the carnage are gone. The following is a transcript from Dunne's token-object reading of the painting:
(Anne runs the purple fingers of her right hand along the gilded frame, never touching the actual painting, and stops at the nameplate. There is no dust.) A name is now here, Benjamin Warner, on the nameplate … Ben is puzzled. (Anne begins to breathe heavily and stiffens.) The fisherman is moving … He looks like Ben … His eyes are fire! … He's climbing out of the painting … Ben can't speak … Ben can't move! …So many teeth … Too many teeth! (Dunne places both hands on the painting and says, "Let me see you for once, fiend.") The entity is darkness without form … I see it feed … I feel the the slow tearing of flesh and hear the crushing of bone … This is not about nourishment … This is about inflicting pain and torture … About vengeance … About the bloodline. (This is like all of the others. These attacks are not random, not by chance. Once again, there is purpose here.)
One Lonely Grave (Level 710) - The ruins of an abandoned cabin are discovered about half a day's walk from Harbinger Lake (formerly Harbinger Arch). A single gravestone is found at the base of a hill, fifty meters from the cabin. The weathered headstone is poured from concrete and decorated with colorful pebbles, with the name written upon it while the cement was still wet. The deceased is "Elena Lopez - Wife and Mother." Clairvoyance has led the M.E.G Team "Epiphany" to this gravesite and the gruesome remains atop the settler's grave. Papers identify the man as the missing M.E.G. cartographer. Dunne kneels opposite the body and begins her token-object reading of the grave marker:
The grave is unkept and the obscured stone reads "Alex Mars—" Alex clears the weeds and freezes on all fours … The stone reads Alex Marshall - Cartographer … Bony hands burst from the ground and seize his arms … A rotting female face with glowing eyes and a shark's mouth sprouts from the grave and laughs … It boasts that it found another name … Such hatred and arrogance. (Dunne breaks off the reading early and says softly, "I know its true name.")
The "true name" of Entity 123 is Rodixidor.
After much deliberation, this information has been released by the Major Explorer Group in an effort to reduce further loss of human life. The M.E.G. assumes no responsibility for its effectiveness during an encounter.
Do's and Don'ts:
Do:
- Say the "true name" of the entity three times.
- Tell the entity, "We do not suffer your evil here."
Don't:
- Say the "true name" of Entity 123 in jest.
- Dare this entity to appear.
