Entity Number: #62
| Upon exploring the dark levels of the Backrooms, wanderers rarely come across Entity 62, nicknamed "Leggers". The first known sighting of Leggers was in 2006, and new sightings have remained rare but slowly become more common ever since. The increase in sightings have been terrifying groups and families as they become more common. The following journal entry was submitted to the M.E.G team by the first ever reported witness of Entity 62 when he was ten years old. He wishes to be anonymous. |
I always looked up to my older sister, Mary. Once our mother was gone, about a year after I was born, Mary was the closest thing to a parent even with our father around. Imagine taking care of a baby practically by yourself at the age of ten. Don't get me wrong, I believe our father loved us in his own way. Mary would say things like, "From what he shows, he couldn't care less if we crawled down a hole, never to crawl back out again." But I knew that wasn't true. He just wanted to show us how to survive on our own, often making us fend for ourselves, because if we couldn't do that, we wouldn't be able to survive in this hellish complex. Sometimes I wonder if my sister was right.
We all entered Level 9 together to gather supplies. Mary was eighteen, so according to Father, she needed to go out to explore the houses in Level 9 by herself in order to cover more ground at once. which was completely reckless, considering we didn't have much information about the level, and could hardly navigate in and out. I went with my father while Mary was forced off on her own, to meet back on the streets afterward. We had no idea how dangerous the streets were, which is why we couldn't wait for Mary for long, because soon we were chased off by a Hound. For some reason my father's first instinct was to leave the level, leaving Mary to fend for herself for an entire month. I blame myself every time I look back on it. I replay it in my head, thinking of the things I should have done. I can't imagine how long my poor sister must have waited on that road for us, before she was inevitably chased off herself.
We entered the very house we left her in. It looked like it could have been a decent house to grow up in back in The Frontrooms. My father's grip became painfully tight as we looked through the house. I remember hearing my dad whispering something-not to me, but as if he was praying. I never even heard him bring up God before, but at this point the reality that she might be long gone could have finally set in, enough for him to consider a prayer as a last resort. Not that praying to find her was going to help now.
We went up the stairs together. That's when I finally heard her voice. It was her, without a doubt. I gasped and covered my mouth once I heard her.
"Hello?"
She must have heard us coming up the stairs. My father lets go of me and runs up the stairs.
"Honey?.. It's me! It's your father! I'm here to take you home!" The hallway above the stairs was dark so there was no way my father could have seen her from the stairs. Her voice was coming from the other end of the hall.
"Daddy? You came back for me? Oh, how I've missed you.."
She has never in my memory, called him that. But I believed her. I believed that my sister was capable of missing Father. I would have believed anything she said. I remember crying as I listened to their conversation from the stairs.
"Come here sweetie." He said as he held out his arms for her for the first time in maybe our life.
I heard her step closer but I could only see my father looking towards her while tears rolled down his face. I have never seen him cry, but I know he was capable because I knew he cried when mom died.
"Daddy? Why have you forsaken me?"
I remember feeling my blood run cold. This wasn't my sister.
"I'm sorry.. It was the Howlers, I-"
My father walked down the dark hall to my sister. I leaned my head in to catch a peak at my sister and I saw her silhouette in the darkness whom my father was walking towards.
"Come here… Let me hug you."
I saw something from behind her reach out and quickly tear his arm off. I quickly ran down the stairs hoping she didn't see me too, and duck under a table around the corner. I could hear my Father's screams as he was thrown against the walls. The force of his body against the walls sent shaking through the whole house. I had to cover my mouth to quiet my sobs. I was mostly scared not for myself, but my father as he was tortured.
My father was thrown down the stairs. Bruised, but still much alive. I unfortunately had the perfect view as Mary, my beloved sister, climbs down with her spider-like legs, and continues to devour him.
"I'm so sorry father. I never wanted this. I've never been so hungry"
Description:
Bonded hosts are found with four long slender black appendages protruding from their backs. This is not a mutation, but the parasites own growth from their body. Though the host's body is still capable of walking, it's often not needed unless luring prey so most strength goes to the Legger parasite so they are lifted off the ground at all times. Aside from the major physical change the Legger parasite causes sociological effects towards the host's mind and changes their personality. Hosts become raging, hungry cannibals, with a tendency to hide in dark places that better hide their black spider-like appendages. They beg, cry, whatever they need to sound helpless enough to lure victims to their reach. They have to hunt this way because of how slow they are since an average person could outrun a Legger host fairly easily. Researching the Legger parasite proves extremely difficult as their appendages are extremely powerful and easily tear through restraints. Captive leggers have been given puzzles which they solve with no problem.
Their bodies are pale, with the skin around their eyes turned red. Each leg has two strong grabbers. Only once the parasite has reached full maturity they can lay microscopic larva. Legger larva has been found in loose water like that located in level 73, but mostly bottles of almond water. Once a Larva touches stomach acid, it sprouts roots and digs into the inner lining of the stomach. After 28 days the parasite will fully set in, and the large appendages dominate the rest of the body. It's already common knowledge to sterilize water before drinking, but oftentimes people don't bother to sterilize almond water because often it is safe to drink. Here's another reminder that you do not know what could be contaminated. Not all water purifiers are reliable when it comes to killing Legger larva, but simply boiling it will be enough to kill the larva.
Photo of fully bonded host
Stages of Infection:
| Stage 1: Hosts find themselves nauseous and with a migraine about 8 hours after consumption of Legger larva. After 16 hours they lose feeling in their skin, and obtain a sharp pain in their stomach but often find their other symptoms have subsided. Their skin will start to become pale, and the skin around their eyes will redden which will continue to get worse with the symptoms. Pain in their stomach subsides after the first stage is over. |
| Stage 2: Hosts describe their brains feeling as if they're working faster than usual and have a hard time sitting still. Memories become clearer to them and they become more talkative. The most recent subject said they woke up early and counted to three thousand before our researchers served them breakfast. |
| Stage 3: Hosts become easily irritable, followed up with episodes of severe aggression. They often try attacking others via lunging and neck bites hard enough to draw blood. Their appetite increases and never goes away no matter how much food they're given, eating until they make themselves sick. Hosts show symptoms similar to that of schizophrenia, such as paranoia and hallucinations. They are the only two symptoms of stage 3 that are temporary, lasting until the 4th stage. |
| Stage 4: After 17-18 days the final stage will set in. Appendages start as little stumps growing out between their shoulder blades, and are fully grown 9-10 days after they hit stage 4. Eventually their appendages must be restrained which is difficult since the limbs are immensely strong. Their families say they don't seem like the same person after this stage. They have the same tone of voice, but just something is off about their personality in general. They learn to cry and beg as a form of manipulation towards the researchers in order to be released. The strangest part about the entity is how they will continue to cry and plead their sorrows while actively consuming the researchers, leading many on the M.E.G research team to wonder if they are still aware of their actions. |
Research on Leggers Data Logs. Rya's Case.
12/12/24 10:00pm
Recently, we discovered a 49 year old male with late symptoms of being a host, his group reported his strange symptoms that lined up with stage 3 of the Legger parasite. He experiences a great hunger, and a craving for raw meat. A few days later a 21 year old woman was reported with symptoms of Stage 1, by the same level as the 49 year old male. We were not able to find help for him, and we were required to put him down before further infection. During an autopsy we found a certain chemical was able to easily kill the cells of the parasite, while humans feel little to no effects when given in small amounts. This chemical is known as Filiot, an ingredient found in Greasy Marshmallows. Due to the chemical's ability to weaken cells we tried applying it to the roots in the stomach of the host. After just a few hours the roots became soft and melted. This experiment will be continued with the recently infected woman.
12/13/24 8:30 AM
I stepped into Rya’s room with a tray of food. Her arms were restrained along the railing of the hospital bed with belts. I was required to bring an audio recorder to capture our conversation as she told me her symptoms, and so we could later study her behavior.
“Andrew? Have you come to poke at me some more? Or just here to bring me delicious food to fill my black hole of a stomach? Tell me you brought the jerky that I like.” Rya spoke quickly, finishing before I could set the tray over her legs. I pull up a chair beside her bed, pointing towards the food.
“I got the jerky for you dont worry. And I managed to grab an extra can of chili just for you.” The rest of her plate had typical breakfast foods. Eggs, toast, and canned peaches. I picked up the spoon, ready to feed her.
Rya’s doe eyes lit up as she glanced over the food. “Thank you! You are truly my favorite.”
She leans her head forward and opens her mouth expectantly. I fed her the chili diligently. I noticed her arms tugging against the restraints, likely because I wouldn't feed her fast enough.
“Easy, don't hurt yourself.” I said. She responded by playing a cute smile that puffs out her cheekbones. It made her look slightly less sick, despite her obvious red outlines around her eyes, and light brown color on her skin that was much darker when she first arrived. She didn't speak again until her tray was clean. “Have you been experiencing any hallucinations or irritability?”
She shook her head as she swallowed her last bite of food. “Uggh, I'm still so hungry! Can you get another can of chili from downstairs?” She asked, and stuck her bottom lip out at me. Her hands turned into unyielding fists, resenting her restraints as she fights her hunger.
“Sorry I can't, Rya. I'm not allowed to. You'd eat until you physically couldn't anymore.” I took out my clipboard, restraining myself from letting her cuteness affect my professional demeanor.
“Now that you've finished your breakfast I can share something with you. I didn't want to take it on an empty stomach.”
I pulled out the vial of clear liquid from my pocket. The concentrated Filiot. I was admittedly happy about giving her a chance to make it out of this situation. I really liked this girl. From my voice I'm sure she could see how hopeful I was for her.
She looked at me with a sense of urgency and seriousness. I put it to her lips and tilted the liquid into her mouth. She swallowed it and coughed, her face turning red. I passed her a bottle of water and fed it into her mouth. She gulps it down.
“Are you ok?” I asked
“Yes.. It burns..” She answered between profuse coughs.
“Where? Where does it burn?” Quickly I started writing notes on my clipboard, though it's hard with my hand shaking so much.
She pointed to her neck, her voice wheezing. “My throat.. And my stomach.”
I quickly jot down the information.
She finally stopped coughing after a minute and leaned back against the raised half of the bed.
“I had a dream about you last night.” She said, quickly taking my mind off the situation. Her voice went on, sounding as eager and excited as she usually does.
“I hardly got any rest because I kept dreaming and dreaming. In my dream my hands were made of stone, and you went to touch them but you cut yourself on the roughness of them. And when I looked down, my hands had already drunk up your blood. Just like how hot stone will soak up water on a hot day and then let the sun dry it up. Do you have any idea what that could mean? If it means anything. Some people say that dreams have meaning. I don't say that. But, what do you think?”
Her voice was swift and she didn't stutter once. This contrasted with my own tone of voice as I took a moment to Conjure a response. “Uh, I'm not sure. Could be just random. What were you feeling in the dream?”
“Safety. I usually feel safe around you.” She admitted quite bluntly. Her eyes lingered expectantly to gauge my reaction. She had a tendency to put me specifically on a higher podium, and I did the same for her though nothing ever became of our relationship.
“I’m glad you feel safe with me. I just want you to be safe.”
12/13/24 12:30 AM
The chemical made her drowsy so she fell asleep. I stayed with her for four hours waiting to see her response to the medicine. My arm is resting on the bed railing, and my head rests on my arm. After waiting for hours in the silence I felt a gentle scratch on my elbow.
“Andrew. I don't feel hungry anymore.” Her voice sounds drained of energy.
I quickly pick my head up to face her. “You’re not hungry? What else? Can you feel your skin?" I traced my finger gently along her palm.
She nodded tiredly, her hand opening further in reaction with my touch. Quickly I stood up to get the other researchers when she grabbed my arm, not letting me leave just yet.
“Take me with you. Don't leave me in this bed any longer.” Her tone was genuine and lazy.
Without even thinking I removed her restraints. She clung to my arm and used it to help step off the bed. Her touch was so gentle, it's as if she couldn't hurt the smallest of animals. Just as I took my keys out to unlock the door, my senses returned. I started to question the possibility that she might be lying.
“Actually, stay here. I'll bring them to you.”
“Stay here?” She stepped closer to me as I stood in front of the door.
“Yes, it will just take a second.” I quickly left and shut the door behind me, locking it again. I caught a final look of her face through the window. It's a look that didn't look miserable anymore. My spirit lightens at the improvement as I rush and return with a team of researchers.
Proudly, I took them back to her room to find her on her knees facing the maid as she lay on the floor. She turned her waist and shoulders to face us. Blood soaked her mouth and clothes. “Andrew. I did something bad.” That was the last thing she said to me before they all rushed her. The maid was badly bitten on her neck and shoulder. She lost a lot of blood but after medical attention she was ok.
Rya wasn't cured. Nothing even close to that. She was patient and smart, so she lied about her symptoms so she would seem nonviolent. What she says versus what she does are completely different. She said she was sorry, but this wasn't a sudden outburst. Her actions were premeditated and carefully thought out for days as she made it seem like she was still in the second stage. I feel sorry for her, but truly we cannot know what is going on in the minds of these victims.