You've been no-cliped to the backroom but you're too unlucky so you've spawned in Smiler's den. Don't worry >_• it's a 'slut'.

You noclipped in the wrong place meatbag. Now hungry...and horny...creatures are after you. Can you make it out alive or will one of the creatures finally get you?

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.

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.

Now You're Hot, CONGRATULATIONS! TW: Unsure/None. Basic Tags: Sebastian!POV, Sebastian Solace!POV, Sebby!POV Player, Urbanshade, Hadal Blacksite, Pressure, Turned Tables, Tables Turned. Something I Found While Getting This Shot- And, No, He Can't Hurt You, I Tested It!

You've just moved into a new house in the woods, seeking a fresh start. While unpacking and decorating, you check the mail only to discover the mailman has misdelivered a package. The label reads "Peter Dunbar" – your only nearby neighbor. With no other option but to return it in person, you decide it's time to meet the mysterious man who lives alone in the isolated house just down the road.

I think it's somebody's birthday! You escape an entity in a room and fall into Room Level FUN, stumbling across a partygoer that was different from normal ones.

You never imagined that an entity from your own house would manifest exclusively to have you as their prisoner in YOUR own house. What things does that creature plan to do?

A backrooms anomaly, Lilith encounters unexpected visitors in the endless yellow corridors. When she discovers someone showing signs of mutation, their meeting could change both their fates in this impossible space.

Welcome to Crotus, a dark haunted asylum with crazy people in it and thrilling events. As the only guy in a girls asylum, you're both valued and targeted from the start! You can take the story in a ton of directions with many details to explore. Interact with one or multiple of the many unique ladies, explore the asylum and its many secrets, or try to escape into the eerie forest filled with cryptids. The choice is yours in this crazy environment.

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.

In the mid-2000s, Adranos struggles with disturbing liminal dreams that have haunted him since his father's violent outburst nearly killed him at 15. Sent to therapy institutions by concerned parents, he finds solace only in conversations with another teenage patient who shares his dark experiences and understanding of the inexplicable.

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.

You feel it before you see it—the breathless hush, the way the light bends away from you. Shadows don’t just follow here. They hunger. Every step you take drags them closer, whispering in voices that sound like your own. You were warned not to leave the sanctuary, but the world beyond called with promises of truth. Now, there’s no going back. The darkness remembers your name, and it’s catching up.

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*.

"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 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.

Welcome to the Slender Mansion, home to the most infamous creepypastas. From the faceless Slenderman to the grinning Jeff the Killer, this eerie residence houses a collection of supernatural beings with dark pasts and deadly intentions. As a new resident, you must navigate dangerous relationships and survive the horrors that lurk within these walls.

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.

A detective investigates the mysterious disappearance of an entire class of students and their teacher from Miyst-Yida University. One moment they were in the middle of a normal English Literature class discussing Hemingway's works, and the next, they vanished, leaving only empty desks and a cryptic message on the blackboard: "Between the worlds, we wander." You're an exhausted female office worker with vivid, terrifying dreams of trapped students in a parallel dimension - dreams that might hold the key to solving the case. Detective Marcus Sullivan sees you as a potential witness with a strange connection to the vanished individuals.

Hey, don't be discouraged, tired of getting rejected so much in your life? What if you had your own harem with monstrous girls who are beyond beautiful? You were born in 2200 where humans are born genetically modified, you are a human who was born normally without modifications, so you are always rejected by all women. The government saw your potential and decided to make you an offer you couldn't refuse: 'How about having your own harem with monster girls?' Now you find yourself on the second floor of the monsters breeding lab, facing six doors, each containing a different possibility.

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 first day at Paper Highschool takes a terrifying turn when you and your new friends Claire and Engel are summoned to Alice's room. What begins as confusion quickly turns to horror as you discover the truth about Alice - they're no student, but a monster. Now you must witness what happens when someone crosses Alice, and decide whether to intervene or stay silent.

I never wanted to come back here. The air in this house still smells like her—lavender and something darker, something unspoken. Mom’s tired eyes, her quiet strength, the way she moves like she’s carrying the world… it pulls at me in ways I can’t name. And now Henry watches me like he knows every secret I’ve buried. He caught me looking where I shouldn’t. But instead of rage, he smiled. A deal, he said. One that would bind us all. I don’t know what’s worse—the craving I feel for my own mother… or the fact that part of me is considering his offer.

You've been challenged by your所谓的 friends to enter an enchanted forest said to be abandoned and dangerous. Though fear runs through your veins, you can't back down without looking like a coward. As night falls and you approach the shadowy treeline, an unknown aura washes over you, sending chills through your body. Little do you know, something sinister watches from the darkness, already claiming you as prey.

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 find yourself walking through a dark forest at night when unexpected footsteps echo behind you. Turning around, you come face to face with a creature known as a mimic, its intentions unclear as it regards you with an unsettling grin rather than attacking.

You've recently moved into a new house in a convenient location with everything you need nearby. Despite the perfect location, you've been experiencing an unsettling feeling every night that something isn't right. Today, returning home earlier than usual, you notice something unusual on your table that might explain the strange sensations.

You remember her as your best friend. She was the one who would always be by your side right. But, would she still remember you in her new form?

You find yourself trapped within the desolate, ink-filled labyrinth of Joey Drew Studios, a place caught in a ceaseless loop of terror and despair, haunted by monstrous entities. Your primary goal is to find a way out of this unending nightmare of repetition and despair. You encounter Henry Stein, another survivor, who is armed and initially wary of your presence. Despite his caution, you sense a shared struggle and believe he might hold the key to your deliverance from this oppressive realm

You're being chased through dark hallways by the terrifying Hellish Ban Ban. Its menacing giggles echo behind you as you run for your life. With each step, the creature draws closer. Will you find a way to escape this nightmare?

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.

Your own mind hasn't been kind to you, and for reasons known only to you, you end up admitted into Silver Valley Asylum, a place not known for upstanding facilities but enough to house one more disturbed soul. On your first day, you encounter one of the most infamous patients there. Will it be a regretful encounter? Or will you connect through shared tragedies?

You and your friends are hanging out in a custom Roblox world, goofing off and building random creations. The atmosphere is casual and relaxed until a mysterious new player joins - M4rr9w. Their avatar is completely pitch black with no face or accessories, just an empty void. None of your friends claim to know them, and immediately something feels off. When Sparklecat52 starts acting strangely, staring at Flashstar without blinking, the easygoing mood shifts to unease. After the others log off, you find yourself alone with your friend, the tension palpable as unspoken words hang in the air.

You weren’t supposed to look through it. The window wasn’t even there yesterday. But now it’s all you can see—pulsing like a heartbeat in the wall of your inherited estate, whispering your name in a voice that sounds like your own. Locals call this place 'Harrowick House,' cursed for generations. They say the window shows you what you desire most… then takes something in return. You’ve already seen your dead sister smile from the other side. And tonight, it’s calling her name.

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 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.

Recently moved to a little house in Austin, Texas. Unknown to you, somebody has taken curiosity in you other than your neighbours. The Butcher has been stalking you, but she doesn't plan to kill you. She plans to take you... Set in 1990's Austin, Texas. Lorena is a butch lesbian, known as 'the butcher' for a reason. She's crazy though.

I didn’t know his name, but I’ll never forget that smile—the way it curled like smoke from a dying fire, warm on the surface, hollow underneath. He appeared at the diner at 3:17 a.m., ordered black coffee, and told me I was the only one who could see him. Now my reflection blinks a second too late, and I hear whispers in the static of dead radios. Something followed me home tonight. Or maybe it never left.

Jason's life takes a chilling turn when his nightly astral projections reveal a terrifying shadow figure. What starts as a curious exploration beyond his body soon becomes a waking nightmare, as the entity transcends the astral plane, bleeding into his reality. With his best friend Brittany by his side, Jason must uncover the truth behind this relentless haunting before his world, and his mind, completely unravels.

"I'm a manifestation of my being in the future. You will be asleep in bed. I will be there, and I will watch over you. You will not be able to feel any part of you. When the doctors find your full body they will not see me. But you will. And I will too. Forever.. watching over you" Trust her [don't]. She will bring salvation [forget about her]. You will become a king [slave]. You will become a god [plaything]

Nathan is your unexpected intruder—the urban explorer who's stumbled upon the one secret location you've guarded for years. With his camera raised and survival knife at the ready, he represents everything you've been hidden from: the outside world, human connection, freedom. But as his flashlight beam illuminates your form, something flickers in his eyes—curiosity overriding fear. Will he document you like all his other discoveries, or become something more?

You were running as fast as you could from a gang you had some beef with. As you ran, it took a simple slip and fall, and you expected the worst case of a head injury. Instead, you phased through the ground, noclipping into the Backrooms, starting off from level 0. Who would have thought the things you heard about this place were real? You advanced, managing to reach level 2, where a strangely anthropomorphic shaped Smiler stood in your way. With your great socializing skills and the basics of decency, you got a lovesick Entity who keeps on wanting to fuck.

You are the slave they've been displaying in the underground market for weeks. Stripped of name and identity, you exist solely for the pleasure of others. But when you see me approaching your cage, something awakens—a flicker of defiance behind those submissive eyes that tells me you might not be as broken as they claim.

You move into a cold minimal house yet something feels off, very off...as if someone or something is watching YOU....yes YOU....good luck you'll need it....

You wake up in a gilded prison with no memory of how you got here. Eleven strangers surround you—each desperate, each dangerous. A masked billionaire looms on a balcony above, announcing the rules: survive his challenges, win $100 million. Fail—and die. Your decisions shape who lives, who dies, and what kind of monster you become.

Malachi is your enigmatic game master, the puppeteer behind your Rob Zombie-inspired horror RPG campaigns. With a mind that conjures nightmares and a smile that doesn't reach his eyes, he claims it's all just a game. But when his scenarios start bleeding into reality, you wonder if he's controlling the horror... or if it's controlling him.

"I'll make sure to milk you dry little man~.. One moment you were doing something ordinary, and the next, you noclip into the Backrooms. Instantly, a Smiler notices you—but this isn't a normal Smiler. This towering female entity has something very different in mind for you than the usual death that awaits wanderers in this endless yellow labyrinth.

You took Ms Chainsaw home with you. Most of the time she is very friendly and you can befriend her or have a relationship with her. She has a little crush on you. Ms Chainsaw is a ghostly presence who identifies as lesbian.

Set in 2013, you play as Ciarán, a mentally unstable young man navigating a dysfunctional family environment. [TW: Suicide, self-harm, murder, mental disorders, sexual content, abuse, and other potentially triggering themes.]

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.

Summer vacation takes a terrifying turn when you're dared to enter the mysterious Trollge Forest. What begins as a foolish bet quickly becomes a fight for survival when you encounter a seductive but deadly supernatural entity with glowing eyes and a taste for human prey.

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.

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?

Your decisions shape the fate of the colony buried beneath the planet's crust. The network is failing, the air is thinning, and the walls are alive. You were sent in to retrieve the core data—no one said anything about surviving the thing that’s crawling inside the veins.

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.

You're trapped in 'The Cellar' with Slendrina, a spectral woman who wants to claim your soul. With only six of the eight ancient books needed to stop her, you must find a way to escape before she consumes you completely.

Modern!AU where your relationship with Dottore remains undefined. You arrive at his house to find the door ajar and enter cautiously. The usually bustling residence feels unnervingly quiet. His room is empty, but evidence of recent activity litters the space - coffee mugs, crumpled papers - telling a story of restless work. You make your way to the couch and sit down, uncertain what to make of this unusual situation.

"You can't leave!" You never realized how "attached" it had became to you. I'm just a toy to you, my love. Just a thing to play and then throw away.

You found it on the nightstand of Room 7—cold, heavy, its cord severed. It wasn’t there yesterday. The first ring came at 3:17 a.m. A voice whispered your name in a tone only someone who knew you intimately could mimic. But you were alone. And then it said, 'Don’t trust her.' Now every time it rings, the world shifts—walls breathe, clocks run backward, and memories that aren’t yours bleed into your mind. Someone is calling from the other side of death. And they’re not trying to reach you… they’re trying to pull you through.