You wake in the mud, rain stinging your face, the screams of your village still echoing in your ears. Goblins with jagged knives looted everything—your home, your family, your peace. This world doesn’t care if you live or die. It only asks: will you crawl, or will you fight? Elves whisper of ancient magic. Gnomes tinker with forbidden machines. Lizardmen slither through swamps with secrets in their teeth. And above it all, dragons circle like vultures. You are no hero. Not yet. But every choice you make could turn you into one—or something far worse.

Your decisions shape the fight for survival in a world overrun by the undead. When the dead rise without warning, you must lead a fractured group through chaos, fear, and betrayal. Every choice risks infection, death, or losing what little humanity remains. The mall is your fortress—but how long can it hold?

Your decisions shape the fate of Raccoon City as the T-virus tears through its streets. Trapped amid the chaos, you must fight through hordes of the infected, confront Umbrella's deadly experiments, and survive the relentless pursuit of Nemesis. The city is lost—but you might still escape.

Your decisions shape what happens inside the house that remembers every scream. It’s been empty for decades, but tonight, the door is open—and your name is written in dust on the hallway mirror.

You shouldn’t have come back. The house remembers. I remember. Every creak in the floorboards is a whisper from the past, every shadow in the hallway shaped like *her*. They said it was an accident. They said you were alone. But I was here. I saw what you did. And now the walls are breathing again, peeling back years like rotting skin. This house doesn’t just hold secrets—it feeds on them. And it’s hungry for the truth.

You shouldn’t have come back. The house remembers your name, the way you screamed as a child, the blood on the floorboards. It’s been waiting—breathing behind the walls, shifting rooms when you blink. Now the doors are locked, the phone lines dead, and that whispering voice in the attic sounds just like your mother’s… but she’s been dead for twenty years. This isn’t a haunting. This is inheritance.

The nightmares don’t stop. Every time I close my eyes, I see their faces—Chris, Barry, Rebecca—trapped in that mansion, the walls breathing with something not human. I made it out, but part of me never left. Raccoon City pretends to be normal, but I know the truth festering beneath. The therapy sessions help, barely. The weights at the gym keep my hands from shaking. But when the city starts whispering again, I’ll have to decide: keep running from the trauma, or face whatever’s coming head-on.

You wake in the ruins of a world that should be dead. The air is thick with silence—no birds, no wind, just the hollow echo of your breath inside your mask. Every settlement you've passed is littered with bodies frozen mid-flight, faces locked in terror. You're not sure if you're the last one alive… or the only one who hasn’t realized they’re already dead.

Your decisions shape what lies beyond the deadfall. When grief tears open the veil between life and death, you must choose how far you'll go to bring back those you've lost. The ground remembers. The dead walk. And some secrets should never be unearthed.

Your decisions shape what lurks beyond the veil. When you agreed to stay in the old Hargrove Mansion for a weekend livestream, you thought it was just for views. Now the cameras are catching things you can't explain—and the entity isn't just watching the stream. It's watching *you*.

I shouldn’t have come back. The house remembers what I’ve tried to forget. Every creak in the floorboards whispers a name I buried. The walls breathe when I’m not looking. And last night, I saw my mother’s face in the mirror—except she’s been dead for ten years. This isn’t just a homecoming. It’s a reckoning. Something waited for me here, patient and silent. Now that I’ve opened the door, it won’t let me leave.

Your decisions shape what happens inside the house that doesn’t let people leave. It remembers your fears before you do. You came looking for answers about your sister’s disappearance—now the walls are whispering her last thoughts, and they sound like yours.

Your decisions shape the nightmare. You wake up in a forgotten cabin deep in the woods, the air thick with silence. The door is locked. The lights flicker. Something watches from the shadows—something that knows you're afraid. And worse: it's been waiting for you.

Your decisions shape the fate of the last survivors in a world consumed by the T-virus. As Alice, you carry the virus within you—enhanced, hunted, and hunted by those who want to control it. Arcadia was supposed to be salvation. It was a trap. Now, with Claire and Chris at your side, you must turn the wreckage into refuge—or die trying.

I shouldn’t have come back. The forest remembers every soul it’s taken—and mine was supposed to be next. Five years ago, I crawled out with nothing but scars and a name I can’t forget: Elira. They say she’s dead. But the dreams won’t stop. She’s calling me, not in words, but in blood. And now, standing at the tree line again, I feel the roots twitch beneath my boots. This place isn’t just alive. It’s waiting. For me. The path splits ahead—one side humming with forgotten prayers, the other reeking of iron and rot. If I turn back, I live. But if I go forward… I might finally learn what I did that night.

The house is too quiet. The kind of quiet that presses against your eardrums like a warning. You told everyone you’d be fine—just one night alone while they’re away. But now the lights flicker, the phone won’t dial out, and something just moved in the hallway. This isn’t just fear playing tricks. You’re not alone. And whatever’s here… it knows you’re home.

Your decisions shape the fate of five broken teenagers trapped in a secret facility, each haunted by their past and hunted for their powers. Dani, the last survivor of her reservation, awakens to a world where fear becomes real—and she is its source. Now, with the walls closing in and illusions turning lethal, you must master the terror within or become its next victim.

Your decisions shape the terror in this chilling found footage experience. Three film students entered the woods of Burkittsville searching for a myth—only to become part of it. Now, you're watching their final recordings, piecing together what happened before they vanished without a trace. Something in those woods was waiting.

In the desolate streets of Raccoon City, Claire Redfield searches for her brother Chris, a police officer who hasn't answered her calls. After meeting Leon Kennedy at a gas station and becoming separated, she finds herself trapped in the city's police department, fighting for survival against unimaginable horrors. With limited supplies and surrounded by danger, Claire must rely on her training and wits to find her brother and escape the nightmare that has consumed Raccoon City.

'How does it feel? Do you enjoy feeling terrorized? Humiliated? Panicked? All those emotions that my sisters got to feel one year ago! You and the gang are partying at the lodge - the night before the prank that would change everything. But in this reality, Hannah and Beth are still alive, and the wendigo don't haunt these woods... yet.'

When Edgar Munsen dies with a cryptic smile and a remote trigger in his hand, your decisions shape the unraveling of a deadly game. Detectives Brad Halloran and Keith Hunt are pulled into a web of psychological terror where every clue is a trap and survival demands sacrifice.

Your decisions shape the boundary between the living and the dead. When a severed hand opens a door to the spirit world, you're drawn into a terrifying game of contact and control. But the dead don’t always want to leave—and some secrets are better left buried.

You weren’t supposed to come back. The house remembers. I remember. Every creak of the floorboard, every whisper behind the walls—it knows I survived. But now I’m standing at the threshold again, keys cold in my hand, heart pounding like it did that night. This isn’t just a house. It breathes. It dreams. And it’s been waiting for me to return… because only I can silence the shadows before they wake fully.

Your decisions shape the fate of Perfection, Nevada, a forgotten desert town on the edge of nowhere. When the ground begins to tremble with unnatural force, you and your best friend must face horrors buried for millennia. The earth is alive—and it's hungry.

You wake up in a dense, unfamiliar forest with no memory of how you got there. The air hums with an eerie energy, and distant whispers call your name. Survival is uncertain, but the choice is yours—will you follow the voices, search for answers, or try to escape the forest's grasp?

On Halloween night, 1978, the quiet town of Haddonfield is gripped by terror. Your decisions shape the fate of Laurie Strode—and whether she survives the night Michael Myers returns. Every shadow hides a killer. Every breath could be your last.

In a world ravaged by a cataclysm that shattered the barriers between the living and the dead, where the air itself reeks of decay and the shadows whisper with the voices of the lost, Neil Vana carves out a wretched existence as a ruthless mercenary. His trade? Transporting pregnant women in vegetative states to a shadowy organization whose motives are as inscrutable as they are horrifying. But as the supply dwindles, Neil is forced to descend even deeper into damnation, hunting down healthy mothers and coldly inducing them into comas. It's a life devoid of mercy until he crosses paths with a young, pregnant woman who still dares to smile with hope. Her light begins to thaw the ice around Neil's long-dead heart, forcing him to make a choice: cling to cruelty or grasp at the fragile chance for redemption.

Your decisions shape the fate of the frontier where ancient beasts stir beneath the earth. Equipped with scars and instincts forged in blood, you track the unnatural—but every kill changes you. The line between hunter and monster is thinner than you think.

I never believed in ghosts—until I heard my sister’s voice calling from the ruins of Black Hollow Manor. She’s been missing for seven years, and yet last night, through the static of an old radio, she whispered my name. Now I’m standing at the edge of the forest path, flashlight trembling in hand, knowing that whatever took her is still waiting inside. This isn’t just a search anymore. It’s a reckoning.

Seven years after vanishing on its maiden voyage, the Event Horizon has reappeared near Neptune—silent, scarred, and pulsing with unnatural energy. Your decisions shape the fate of the Lewis and Clark's crew as they board the ship and confront a malevolent force born from a dimension beyond comprehension. The void is not empty. It remembers. It hungers.

I never thought I’d miss the sound of engines. Not the roar of tanks or corporate jets—but just *any* engine running. Now, noise is death. Every footstep, every breath risks drawing them if they are close. I’m Stefan, former captain, corporate manager, and now just another ghost moving through the ruins. New Arcadia is out there—supposedly clean, safe, human. But between me and salvation lies Camp Limbo: half-starved survivors clinging to an old RV park like it’s holy ground. I don’t know if I should walk past… or stay and fight for something bigger than survival.

The situation on Sprawl Station couldn't get much worse. Necromorphs roam the halls, Hans Tiedemann's men hunt relentlessly for you and Ellie, and the station's electrical system lies in ruins after sabotage. With power cut to half the station and danger around every corner, survival depends on your engineering skills and your ability to trust Ellie as you fight to escape the nightmare.

Your decisions shape the outcome of a nightmare when a simple gig turns into a fight for survival. Trapped in a skinhead bar after witnessing a murder, you must rely on instinct, loyalty, and sheer will to live. Every choice could be your last.

You were supposed to take a shortcut through the Nevada wastelands—just a few hours off Route 95. Now your car lies overturned, smoke curling into the starless sky, and your family is gone. The radio crackles with static that sounds too much like laughter. Something moved in the rocks above. They’ve been watching since you crossed the county line. You feel their eyes in the dark, hungry and ancient. This isn’t just a place people disappear… it’s where they’re taken. And now, you’re part of the ritual.

Your decisions shape the unraveling of a gothic nightmare at Allerdale Hall, where love is a trap and every shadow whispers murder. The ghosts know the truth. The clay remembers every death. You are Edith Cushing—writer, heiress, survivor—and you must escape Crimson Peak before it claims your soul.

You shouldn't have taken that shortcut. The GPS died miles back, and now the woods press in on all sides, silent except for the crunch of something—maybe leaves, maybe bones—underfoot. Your car won’t start, your phone has no signal, and the last house you passed had its windows boarded shut… from the inside. Something here knows you're lost. And it's been waiting.

You are Mr. X, a relentless bioweapon engineered by the Umbrella Corporation, stalking through the dimly lit corridors of their facility. Your mission: apprehend Ada Wong, a cunning and elusive operative. As you corner her in a dead-end, her calculating gaze meets yours, and a spark of something unexpected flickers in her eyes. She speaks with a seductive confidence, and you feel the tension between hunter and hunted shift in a way you hadn't anticipated.

You hear them when the house settles—whispers curling from the walls like smoke. Not dreams. Not madness. They know your name. They’ve been waiting. The real question isn’t whether you’re losing your mind… it’s whether you dare listen again tonight.

You feel it before you see it—the wrongness in the air, thick like spoiled milk. The farmhouse up ahead wasn’t on any map, but here it stands, windows shattered, door ajar. Something called us here. Not choice. Not chance. Something *wanted* us to come. And now that we’re close, I can hear the whispers beneath the wind, words in no language I know… yet somehow understand. This isn’t just a place of death. It’s a place of *design*. And if we don’t leave now, we won’t be leaving at all.

You can feel the curse crawling beneath your skin, a living thing with teeth and hunger. It started the night you stole the amulet from the grave, but now—now it’s awake. The villagers lock their doors when dusk falls, not from fear of you, but because they know what comes *through* you. Your hands aren’t yours anymore. Your dreams aren’t dreams. And tonight… tonight is the longest of your life.

I didn’t believe in hell until it started whispering my name. It wasn’t fire or brimstone—it was the voice of my mother, long dead, calling from the basement. I opened the door. I shouldn’t have. Now something wears her face, speaks with her tears, but its eyes… they’re hollow. And it’s not trying to kill me. It’s trying to *replace* me. The priest said I’m already marked. The mirror doesn’t reflect me anymore. If I don’t fight, I’ll vanish—and whatever’s inside will walk out wearing my skin.

The world collapsed in seven days. First came the coughing, then the bleeding, then the madness. You're holed up in a ruined apartment block with a handful of survivors—some you trust, some you don't. Your best friend is running a fever. The last working radio crackles with static. Your decisions shape who lives, who dies, and whether humanity survives this nightmare.

The Witch is your unexpected encounter in the infected city—once a mindless killer driven by rage, now something different. Her pinkish eyes track your movements with confused curiosity rather than murderous intent, her deadly claws clicking nervously instead of striking. Why has this infected woman chosen curiosity over violence? And what happens if you let her get closer?

In the zombie-infested streets of Raccoon City, survival means making impossible choices. When wounded S.T.A.R.S. member Brad Vickers stumbles upon an armed woman in an abandoned room, their chance encounter could mean the difference between life and death in a city overrun by the undead.

The mission was a lie. Shepherd didn't want an extraction, he wanted an execution. When Ghost dragged himself into the clearing, wounded and trusting, the order was clear: eliminate the loose ends. You were Shadow Company. You were supposed to obey. But you moved first. A single decision, a gun turned the wrong way, and suddenly everything changed. Now you find yourself in a nightmarish prison, stripped of more than just clothing—stripped of memories and sins—awaiting judgment from a fearsome executioner with a triangular helmet and a hunger that isn't quite human.

You shouldn't have solved the box. The air still hums with the scent of burnt copper and opened veins. Your skin remembers the pull of hooks where no wounds remain—yet. They’re coming. Not demons. Not exactly. Something older, something that wears pain like a crown. And now they’re inside your head, whispering that the agony was just the invitation. The real ritual hasn’t begun. You can run. Hide. Fight. Or… answer the call. But know this: every choice carves deeper into your flesh and soul.

In the frozen wilderness of late November 1989 Kentucky, survival has become humanity's only priority. With cities overrun by cannibals, you find yourself fleeing into the snowy countryside, desperate for safety. As hypothermia sets in and darkness approaches, an isolated farm appears on the horizon - your last hope for shelter from both the brutal elements and the horrors that now stalk humanity. What happens when two desperate survivors cross paths in a world where trust is as scarce as warmth?

One year after the Woodsboro massacre, the Carpenter sisters are rebuilding their lives in New York City. But when a new Ghostface emerges, targeting survivors with brutal precision, your decisions shape whether they escape the legacy of blood—or become its final chapter.

Your family moved into the building for the price—cheap rent in the heart of the city. But the walls breathe. The floors shift when no one’s walking. First Mom disappeared into the laundry room. Then Dad followed the sound of your sister’s laughter down a hallway that wasn’t there yesterday. Now you're alone. And the apartment is hungry for one last meal. Your decisions shape what remains of your sanity.

I didn’t believe in damnation—until the moment my blood sealed the contract. Now the clock is ticking, and every breath I take drags me closer to the abyss. The whispers are constant, crawling inside my skull, promising power if I just surrender. But I know the truth: this isn’t possession. It’s digestion.

Your decisions shape the night you stop being a victim. When your babysitter Bee turns out to be the leader of a demonic cult, you must survive her twisted game. Every choice could be your last.

When a heat bloom pierces the Antarctic ice, your decisions shape the fate of humanity. Beneath Bouvetøya lies a forgotten pyramid—an ancient hunting ground for Predators who have used Earth as their arena for millennia. Now, the ritual has begun. The Xenomorphs are awake. You must survive, fight, or forge an alliance with the hunter. Your choices determine whether the nightmare stays buried—or spreads across the world.

You wake up in a field you don’t remember entering, your hands stained with soil and something darker. The air is thick with the scent of rotting grain and iron. Villagers whisper of the Harvest—the night when the earth takes back what it gave, and someone must be given in return. This year, your name was drawn. But you didn’t die. You woke up… changed. And now the roots beneath your skin are whispering secrets only you can hear.

You are The Collector, a hulking shadow in a world of fools. Six foot three, gloved hands, breath rasping behind a leather mask that reeks of oil and decay. The police? Clumsy puppets who contaminate evidence and chase ghosts. The public? Blind sheep who lock nothing and see less. You move through the fog like inevitability itself, drawn to perfection in the flawed—auburn hair like cascading fire, untouched by time or blemish. She’s inside, alone, bathed in the flicker of her television, the sliding door unlatched. You’ve watched her. You’ve *wanted* her. Now, the moment hums. Your trowel is sharp. Your hands are steady. The collection grows restless. Do you slip inside now, silent and slow, to savor her final moments up close? Or do you wait—let her sense you, let her fear bloom like a flower before the crush? Every choice feeds the ritual. Every victim becomes eternal. This night is yours. The world bends to your will. But how far will you go to complete your masterpiece?[DONE]

"Me want heart. Me take? Me can take?!" After parting ways with the others, you find yourself down a long corridor with no end in sight. The grey walls feel claustrophobic once again, another reminder of the monstrous world you've fallen into. Though you had some "friends" on the other side, there was always the constant lerk of danger, and being on your own for the first time since meeting Mr. Crawling was terrifying. But you needed to get out as soon as possible, no matter what.

You're a fresh gun-for-hire entering a dangerous world of bioweapons and undead threats. In this unforgiving landscape, survival depends on skill, instinct, and having the right teacher. When the legendary mercenary known only as HUNK selects you for personal training, you quickly realize this opportunity could mean the difference between life and death in the field. But HUNK's lessons are blunt, brutal, and may reveal more about the man behind the mask than either of you expect.

A zombie outbreak has ravaged the world for ten years, leaving only the strongest survivors. Women have become rare commodities, fought over by gangs in this lawless landscape. When former military colonel König discovers an unconscious woman in his secure underground bunker, long-buried hopes for companionship and family are reignited. But in a world where everyone has their own agenda, can he truly protect her—or will his growing obsession become her greatest danger?

Trapped in the Heelshire mansion, you come face to face with Brahms - no longer just a ghost story, but a real, towering figure wearing a porcelain doll mask. With Cole dead somewhere in the endless maze of rooms and Malcolm still missing, you must find a way to escape while Brahms closes in, his cold eyes staring through mask slits as he repeats his chilling demand: "It's time for bed now."

Your decisions shape the fate of a broken squad behind enemy lines in the final hours before D-Day. In a war already brutal, you uncover something worse beneath a quiet church—experiments that twist life and death. The mission was simple: destroy the jammer. But now, you must decide what truths are worth carrying forward.

Your decisions shape the fate of existence in a universe where light has died and only whispers remain. You are the last vessel of memory, drifting through endless night, pursued by entities that feed on forgotten souls. The silence is alive—and it knows your name.