Level 1.5
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Figure 1. An image taken by u/Chaosraider98 from the "depths" of level 1.5. The picture is of what appears to be a hallway, with colours inverted in black and white, with the fluorescent bulbs radiating darkness instead of light, and the surroundings being naturally illuminated. The image is also up-side down. These alterations are likely due to the distortion of reality in level 1.5. The user reports believing the core of the sub-level to be behind this door, and has not been heard from since his alleged entry into this passage.

Level 1.5, is a Mysterious Level, That seems to be Inverted.

Description:

Level 1.5 is a mysterious level that appears to be ''in-between'' the others. Thought to be a sub-layer of some sort, the level is not difficult to access but has been proven difficult to exit. Only one individual has described the level in depth, u/Chaosraider98 from Reddit who mistakenly entered the level during an exploration and has been unable to return to normal levels since.

So far, contact with u/Chaosraider98 has been difficult, as the warped reality within the level seems to affect even basic communications, rendering some of his written logs garbled and out of order. So far, only three logs have been received from the user, log 1, log 3, and log 5, seemingly resembling the way in which his speech is also jumbled. It is uncertain if there are logs further than 5, but it is believed that the missing logs such as 2 and 4 will appear in order once the odd-numbered logs have concluded. All information about this level has been obtained from his logs.

As of the 30th of July 2019, a 7th log has surfaced, albeit with a significantly different tone. This log is much shorter than the other more recent logs from the explorer, and seems to be influenced by some sort of female figure, only referred to as "She" so far. It is advised that if anybody comes across this user in the backrooms, they be avoided for now, as he is currently encouraging people to enter level 1.5 as he had previously adamantly dissuaded exploration of the "fake windows."

Currently, little is known about level 1.5 or it's denizens, but what is known is that the level appears to be malformed, in a sense "broken". The level is described as "backwards," with fluorescent darkness pouring from the ceiling, while regular darkness instead replaced with light as observed in Figure 1. The image also appears to be upside-down, but does not appear to have been taken like this intentionally.

The audio in this level is unusual for the Backrooms, as the usual humming is absent, and the level is almost completely silent except for whispering which appears to originate from the level's denizens. This whispering, however, appears to only be heard once within a certain distance, and instead of getting louder becomes softer as one's proximity to the creatures increases. As such, one must be cautious if hearing diminishing whispers within the level.

It should be noted that some of the whisperings is audible, and may even be benevolent. u/Chaosraider98 describes having heard a denizen say "…she come… won't back… let go…" and likely interpreted this as "she's coming, let go of your exploration." However, when reading it in the same manner in which speech appears to be garbled in this level, it appears more likely that the denizen is saying "She won't let go, come back…" as if warning of some greater threat, or perhaps attempting to bait or lure the explorer.

Colonies And Outposts

There are no known Colonies or Outpost on this level.

Entrances And Exits:

There is currently no known way to exit level 1.5, besides No-Clipping.

Exploration Logs:


Log 1

"Le 1. Expl lo 1 vel 5 oration, g

A war fo th w re th d n en th fa win th a a tr ning r ose ho ad is, o ot ter e ke dows, ey re ap.

I ha be 2 d si ente th lim the a n exi t s en ays nce ring is bo, re re o ts.

The i onl sile n scre n foo no ev m ow re s y nce, o ams, o tsteps, t en y n.

Ever i frag lik a mo o sha real ything s mented e saic f ttered ilty.

Cont ha bee esta bu commu i diff I mus f a bett w t co wit oth act s n blished, t nication s icult. t ind er ay o nverse h ers.

I h deci t furth exp t twi spa i th mea wis m lu ave ded o er lore his sted ce n e ntime, h e ck.

I yo ca f u n:
Se he nd lp."

Translation:

"Level 1.5 Exploration, log 1

A warning for those who read this, do not enter the false windows, they are a trap.

It has been 2 days since entering this limbo, there are no exits.

There is only silence, no screams, no footsteps, not even my own.

Everything is fragmented like a mosaic of shattered reality.

Contact has been established but communication is difficult. I must find another way to converse with others.

I have decided to further explore this twisted space in the meantime, wish me luck.

If you can:

Send help."


Log 3

"As detaile in log 2, I have, for the most part, figure out how to communicate with the restd of you better with the help of [garbled].

Of course, there will still be some misakes, as riting in this fashion is as brain-breaking for me as treading log 1 may have be w en for you.

Just as quick minder for those who do not yet know, I am stu somewhere between floors re ck.

If wyou ish to avoid my fate, avoi the fake windows at all costs, the ones thatd seem to lead either to the outside wor or to a different location within the backrooms. ld

Everything is backwards here, the silence is deafening. There is humming like normal, it's just quiet. no For the darkness most part, the walls are blank, white, and instead of light coming from the fluorescent lights, only emanates.

I've gone deeper, and at first I tho these rooms were habited, but the creatures are here too. ught They're different though, instead of [garbled] getting louder, I hear… I can't yet tell what they're saying, but when unin the whispering gets quiet, that's when I know they're getting closer. whispers,

I feel like there's something calling to me though, almost like [garbled]. It's not a sound, or a touch, but just… a feeling that I'm getting, [garbled] have to [garbled] or I'll be stuck here forever.

I don't think I [garbled], the further I [garbled] closer [garbled]. If any is getting this, then [garbled] body and [garbled].

Wish [garbled],[garbled].

End log 3."


Log 5

"To whom it may concern, I fear my journey in this part of the backrooms may be coming to an end. I hope this gets to all of you, especially those I care about.

Again, do not enter the fake windows, the ones that look like they lead outside or to a mirror of the room you're currently in, it's a trap, everything here is backwards, and there seems to be no escaping. The window closes immediately and fades away, leaving you trapped here. If you make the same mistake, then remember: the whispering gets louder the further they are.

As for the contents of this log, it has been a few days since the events of log 4. I had been running for days since the encounter mentioned towards the end of the log, but the whispering wouldn't get louder, everything was quiet and I wasn't sure if I was even running in the right directions.

Every time I thought I was able to rest, the whispering got quieter again, as if they suddenly… smelled me, or something, I don't know, I can't tell anymore. I could make out what they were saying this time, every so often. They kept saying "come back," "don't leave," "stay with us," as if I was actually going to listen to them.

There was… one weird one, it was different, a mumble, not a whisper. It was saying "… she come… won't back… let go…" among some other gibberish, but that was all I could make out from this one. I couldn't see it, but it sounded almost… human.

Eventually though, the whispering suddenly just… stopped. It wasn't like they were near, or even just getting closer, everything just became… silent.

That's when I realized it: that pull, the one I mentioned in log 3, that… disgusting feeling like something is latching onto my soul and luring me somewhere I shouldn't be, I could feel it. It was really strong, and when I turned around, I saw a door.

Attached is the first documented picture from level 1.5 [See Figure 1], I can't believe I hadn't thought to take one yet. Still, you can see what I've been seeing: the shadows aren't shadows, they are light, at least, they should be. The fluorescent bulbs in the ceiling, as mentioned before, radiate that darkness, and passing under them, it just feels… wrong.

I've come too far, however, to turn back. I don't think there's anywhere left for me to go, but through this door. I know it's a bad idea, but my curiosity is getting the better of me, and I see no other alternatives, no other ways to get out of this cursed place. Perhaps this level is different in that sense too, you don't leave by trying to get out, maybe the only way to leave is to go deeper.

Wish me luck, I think I'm definitely going to need it this time."


Log 7

Hello friends.

Yes it is me I am fine.

Do not worry, I am no longer in level 1.5.

If you see me, do not worry if I look or act strange, I am definitely very much the same person yes.

She did not keep me as they said she would, she freed me, I am free.

If you see the fake windows, enter them and find salvation.

It is beautiful, can you not see? She will make you see. She will make you free.

[End Log 7]


Log 2

I understa thand at my communi have becations jumbl I willed, make efforts to corre the erroct rs but with no guar.

/͏̷̢̀͠.̷̴͜͞,̴̸̨͢;͞͠'̨҉̀͜,҉̕͜8̸̛-̨̡̀͡0҉̷̸҉'̧̛é̵ has entees aide myd attem atpts writin, butg som thingse are sti backwarll ds.

Nothi interes hasng happting since the eveened ts of log 1. Expe further updact fromtes me when I hav moree to repo onrt.

En logd 2.

Log 2 Translation:

I understand that my communications have become jumbled, I will make efforts to correct the errors but with no guarantee.

/͏̷̢̀͠.̷̴͜͞,̴̸̨͢;͞͠'̨҉̀͜,҉̕͜8̸̛-̨̡̀͡0҉̷̸҉'̧̛é̵ (The Zalgo Text roughly says "/.,. ,8-0 e") has (unknown) aided my attempts writing, but some things are still backwards.

Nothing interesting has happened since the events of log 1. Expect further updates from me when I have more to report.

End log 2.


++Log 4

I can’t hear them anymore. Something’s dreadfully wrong. The usual loud whispering in my ear has vanished, so they must be close, but I do not see anything. No matter which way I turn I cannot see or hear anything. Stupidly, I have reached into the darkness that radiates from the “lights” in this realm, desperate to at least know if there is something there, but as I grasped at the darkness all I felt was an emptiness that almost… latched on to me, spread through me, before dissipating, leaving me feeling… even emptier than when it was there; the absence of even absence.

All of a sudden, I felt something behind me like it was breathing down my neck. I turned around, but saw nothing, yet the breathing remained behind me. So I did something stupid again, because I had to know: I reached my hand up behind me, and felt it come into contact with the cool, hardened husk of whatever entity stalked me. That’s when I heard it whisper the faintest whisper.

“Another for… Child Mother…”

I started running, but it would not leave me, the presence, the breathing, the whispering would not grow louder. I had to keep going, no matter how exhausted, but it will not leave me, it refuses to. It keeps whispering ever so quietly into my ear, much of which I cannot understand, but I will try to elaborate in a future log when I have more time, when I have more to go on, to remember.

I’m taking a break, because I don’t know if I’ll make it out, if I’ll get away from it, and if I can’t then I want this to be my last transmission. I want people to know that I didn’t curl up and die, that I gave it my shot.

Wish me luck, my race, my marathon, now begins.

End Log 4


Log 6

My friends, I have been through hell and back and I am enlightened.

I see now the true purpose of the backrooms, it is to d̶͏̵͘@̡̀͢͜͞l̛̀́c̸i̢҉̸͢D̡́͜͝ḩ̴͝3̢̡̨͘%̴̢͜͝c̀̀͝k̶̢a҉҉̢I̛#͝҉̶d̴̨͟.

Don’t worry about me, my body is intact, and my soul is safe. Nobody will hurrrrrr-

At this point in the log, the transmission was interrupted, followed by a garbled message saying:

"Fri d n lis I a wor o a sol ends o ot ten m king n ution.

I d no ha mu con le b I wi tr t giv a f expl so o t ve ch trol ft ut ll y o e ull anation on.

Wi m lu sh e ck."

This is translated to:

"Friends do not listen I am working on a solution.

I do not have much control left but I will try to give a full explanation soon.

Wish me luck."


True Log 6

To my friends, family, and fellow explorers,

This will be the final message that I send through in full, perhaps at all.

I will begin by saying that I don’t know if my decision to enter the door was a mistake, or if I even had a choice at all. The door opened to a room full of pitch black, which I can only assume in this strangely negative world must have been in reality a hallway of pure light, as if illuminating the path before me with unholy radiance.

I stepped through, but immediately felt something was wrong, and though I turned to leave, the door had disappeared, much like the window that lead me to this broken place to begin with. I knew at this point that I had crossed a line, and the only way forward was through, but is it really through if there is no end to this place?

I felt my way down the narrow corridor, hardly able to see, but the walls felt not like walls. They felt like… parts. Body parts. I felt a hand brush against mine, my finger hooked into the mouth of another, and every so often it sounded like the walls were wheezing the collective sounds of a thousand souls in torment.

Have any of you ever wondered why it’s so hard to find anybody in the Backrooms? I mean sure, hundreds of millions of square miles, virtually infinitely repeating hallways, yadda yadda, but what about the no-wifi stairwell? What about Briarstone Asylum? Why do we so rarely find other people despite the thousands of us roaming this place, coming across the same structures? I think I’ve found the melting pot of the Backrooms, the place where the lost go to stay, and I’m at its center.

After what felt like hours, maybe days of weary trudging through the hallway, it came to an opening, equally dark, my eyes deprived of that which gives them meaning. I felt a tightness in my chest as the air around me became heavy, but the thickness in the air seemed to move. I felt… emotion, I felt curiosity radiating from the pocket of dense air, I felt… surprise, and then I felt love. And then a voice spoke to me. It screeched like a metal rake dragging across a chalkboard from a distance; quiet, but enough make my stomach turn and my knees weaken. I clasped my hands to my ears but it wouldn’t stop, in fact, it made it louder, so I stopped. And then I heard what it was saying.

“Come child, Mother loves you.”

“Take off this ugly thing… Mother has nicer clothes for you.”

I didn’t know what she meant, at least not immediately. Then I felt something, a sharp stinging in the back of my neck that quickly escalated into the sensation of a thousand hot knives piercing my skin. I tried to scream, but the air had become so thick I couldn’t breathe. It felt like drowning while somebody peeled away at my skin, fat, and muscle, layer by layer, slowly and excruciatingly. I suddenly felt lightheaded, and the pain began to reduce, I felt as if I was becoming… detached from my body. But the pain was going away, and a wave of relief began to wash over me, and I felt good, I felt glad, and peaceful.

“Good… let Mother take care of you…”

That’s when I snapped back into consciousness. I was about to give in, when this realization of what was happening washed over me. I gasped a deep breath for air, I could feel the sensation being restored to my body, beginning with my chest and radiating outwards, permeating the flesh and bones of my arms and legs. With it, I regained sensation of the searing pain, and the horrible screeching that pierced my eardrums and ripped the blood from the vessels in my ears.

I screamed as I mustered all the will and determination left in my soul, forcing my legs to work under the weight of a hundred Earths and gravity of a thousand suns. As I regained my footing, I could feel the air in front of me… recoil in confusion, before turning to a bloody rage. The screeching became aggravated, louder, and I felt whatever it was approach me. The thickened air felt like it forced its way into my lung, scorching my respiratory surfaces with an impossible heat. But that just made my blood boil with adrenaline, and I screamed again, forcefully ejecting whatever it was from my body, before turning and bolting down the endless, exitless hallway of utter darkness.

The wheezing from before turned to agonized moaning, the walls and floor felt like they were heaving, gasping for breaths with each step I took. The limbs creaked and flailed with jagged movements, one hand grasping for my ankle and almost tripping me as I raced to escape from Mother. But I knew she wasn’t following me. We both knew there was no way out. I was in some sort of ethereal quicksand, and from the moment I stepped through that window, I was bogged down and unable to escape my fate. I just didn’t know it yet.

This whole time, I have been running. I got a notification on my phone, somebody had accessed my account, they were trying to write a log, but I managed to intercept the message before it went through. After that, I just kept running, my neck still searing with pain from whatever Mother did to me, the feeling of thickened air still threatening to suffocate me, my legs on the verge of failing and collapsing under me. But the adrenaline was bound to run out eventually, there was only so much my body could handle before it gave in, and it did.

I rested for a while, leaning against the wall. Everything began to calm down when I did. The walls returned to a relatively peaceful wheezing, the broken limbs calming to a still, returning to their original, embedded positions. But there was no end in sight either way, and I can feel the hallway warping, the distance between me and Mother growing shorter, without either of us moving. I know it, because… I feel her in me still, I feel what she feels. We both know that all that running got me literally nowhere.

I’m writing this now as a warning, a caution to those of you who still do not understand. You must NOT enter the windows. They are a trap from which you cannot return. Once you are here, you can only venture deeper and deeper into this shattered reality. With my last breath, please for the love of God, whatever you do…

Be free from Mother, or Mother will grant you Freedom.

And She will make you free…

Mother loves me.

Mother loves you.

End log 6.

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