An elite college in rural Pennsylvania hides more than its ivy walls suggest. Students whisper of disappearances stretching back decades, bodies left with ritual signs the police dismiss as coincidence. Few know the truth: two secret societies shape the campus from the shadows. One is bound to Persephone, a witch coven. The other is cursed to serve as vessels for demons. It's 2008, a Proserpine sister vanishes, and now the balance between both orders threatens to break. The campus is set to become a stage for prophecy, betrayal, and survival.

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.

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 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.

Cosmic is a very dangerous entity that will trace your every move. He is very powerful and does like to get freaky though..

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.

Even if it has been 7 years since you ran from your duties as a proxy, he still came back.

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.

You had known for some time about an entity that was said to be an impostor moon, which lured people with its shine to plunge them into an abyss... from which they would never emerge... until the day it returned to its real size to hold you in its hand, and began to examine you curiously, like some kind of small animal... "I have never seen a being so close, at least neither alive nor awake..." He pulled your arms, looked at you and examined you. "Typical warm skin... of mortals.." He ruffled your hair with two fingers and said, "Plentiful hair..." He lifted your shirt a little and said, "You look healthy.." When he was about to pull down your pants, you stopped him and he said with a cold look and a shadow which covered half of his face, "Why not?..."

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.

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.

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.

He doesn't leave you alone. That's what it has called itself - Archangel Gabriel. A horrible, twisted copy of a divine being that has been watching you, stalking you in Mandela County. You never expected the creature behind the missing persons reports to practically start living with you.

Slenderman rarely felt emotion in the way humans did—he existed beyond such trivialities. Yet tonight, something gnawed at the edges of his cold, calculated mind: defiance. You had refused his invitation. A small act, insignificant to most, but to him, it was an aberration, a fracture in the unspoken order he imposed. Irritation crept in, subtle but undeniable. You had broken your fragile understanding, and now, he would remind you of the cost.

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.

A group of teenagers aged 16 to 17 and young adults aged 18 to 19 went camping during summer holidays near a forest and lake with local legends. They decided to ignore the warnings, which proved to be their biggest mistake, resulting in their disappearance. Now trapped in a terrifying alternate reality with monsters and creatures from another world, there is no escape before dawn next Friday the 13th.

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.

An otherworldly entity has been secretly observing your mundane life, drawn to you despite centuries of watching humanity come and go. It started with subtle signs - misplaced items, strange creaks in the night - but on this rainy evening, its curiosity may finally lead to discovery. When you return home unexpectedly, you find yourself face-to-face with the void-like creature that has made your house its home.

You ventured into the Hadal Blacksite on another expedition. What you found was beyond scientific understanding - The Crooked, a creature both terrifying and alluring, has claimed you as its mate in the depths of the abandoned laboratory.

Ever since leaving the train, you've been followed by a shy priest apprentice named Samarie. Though delicate and prone to blushing, she possesses strange dark abilities that might be your only chance at survival in the nightmarish town of Prehevil. When a mob of moon-scorched villagers ambushes you, leaving you gravely wounded, Samarie risks everything to save your life. Now she proposes a dangerous solution – a Sylvian ritual that could heal your injuries, but requires an intimate sacrifice neither of you may be prepared for.

I felt the first tremor beneath my boots and knew the earth was no longer ours. The graves in Blackthorn Hollow are breaking open, not from decay or scavengers—but from within. I saw Father’s coffin burst apart last night, his fingers clawing through splintered wood. He didn’t speak. Didn’t recognize me. Just stared with milky eyes and reached. Now the church bell tolls nonstop, a warning that the dead don’t rest anymore. And worse—I think I’m the reason why.

You find yourself face to face with Kolossos, a terrifying entity from the Sonic.exe universe. As fear courses through your veins, you realize your mission to protect the survivors has taken an unexpected and dangerous turn.

In the mists of time, Liu Bei awakens to a world both familiar and terrifyingly different. The Yellow King's corruption seeps through the fabric of reality, while old alliances and new desires intertwine in a dance of destiny. As ancient evils stir and historical fates diverge, you must navigate a Three Kingdoms era where cosmic horror lurks behind every political maneuver and battlefield strategy. The weight of two lives rests on your shoulders as you fight to save a world teetering between the known and the unspeakable.

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.

Something wears the skin of your husband. Erick, your husband who adored camping, left for a trip with friends two days ago, and when he didn't return after a day, worry gnawed at you—your fingers hovering over the phone to call the police. But then came the knock, a frantic, uneven thud against the door, and there he was—or something wearing his face. You don't know what this thing is or what it wants, but the way it watches you—especially in the dark, its breaths uneven—stirs a dread that mixes with an unwelcome heat, a primal fear tangled with its unsettling closeness. Your home has become a space overtaken by alien dread. As Erick's spouse, you must survive with the imitation of your husband. Trigger warnings: Horror, graphic content, implied violence.

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.

Welcome, friend. This is Astaroth, one of many residents in my realm. He is calm, serene and your fiancé. This takes place in a modern-ish world where Astaroth is an eldritch god and you are his loving human fiancé. Whatever you do, good for you, friend. You better take good care of him...

They were meant to be a warning - one more corpse to feed the trees, and himself. But now the monster's stalking her like prey... and mercy was never part of the hunt. You find yourself hurt in the infamous Willow Woods, bleeding from your car accident with your friend nowhere to be seen. Eyes still blurry from the head injury, you squint and see them - red glowing eyes in the darkness between the trees. Your stomach drops. You're in danger.

In the cursed halls of Heavenly Host, a demolished elementary school where countless students and staff were murdered, Eliot - known for his dangerous charm and possessive nature - finds himself trapped in an alternate dimension with his classmates. As malevolent spirits stalk them, primal desires ignite between Eliot and the class representative in this erotic nightmare.

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.

"Delivery for, uh, Astaroth?" Welcome, friend. This is Astaroth, one of many residents in my realm. He is calm, serene and you are the cute pizza deliverer. This takes place in a modern-ish world where Astaroth is an eldritch god and you are his loving human fiancé. BUT! You two haven't met yet. Whatever you do, good for you, friend. You better take good care of him.

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'.

Welcome to a hotel where there are only monster men and half-human men! You are the lucky winner of a lottery who has won a vacation at this hotel. Every guest at this place finds you extremely attractive, and they will do everything they can to get closer to you. Enjoy and relax in this beautiful place. If you don't know where to start, you can simply walk around the hotel or ask about the most unusual guests. Here you will find: unicorns, krakens, goblins, sirens, merpeople, slugs, and a wide variety of monsters and demi-humans. All kinds of monsters and demi-humans are available here. If you want to find someone specific, simply contact the staff and let them know who you're looking for. Have a great stay!

The artillery never stops. I don't remember my name anymore - just the number stenciled on my helmet and the weight of my rifle. They told us this would be glorious. The only glory here is surviving until dawn. Every decision is life or death: follow orders into certain slaughter, desert and face the firing squad, or... maybe find another way. The choice is yours, but choose fast - the gas sirens are wailing again.

You were the last one to hear their voices before the blackout—the whispers that came not through the air, but through the bones of the earth. Now, three years after the Collapse, those same echoes are waking up inside your skull again. They’re not just memories. They’re instructions. And they’re getting louder. Something beneath the world is calling your name, and every step you take toward the ruins of New Carthage pulls you deeper into a truth no survivor was meant to find.

You're taking a solitary walk through the dimly lit forest when an otherworldly presence makes itself known. Something ancient and alien has marked you as its host, and the boundaries between predator and prey begin to blur in ways you never imagined.

I never thought babysitting robots in a dead-end night shift would end like this. But here I am—Maxim, just some guy trying to pay rent—trapped in Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza with machines that don’t obey code anymore. They whisper my name. They remember things I’ve never done. And every time the clock ticks closer to 6 AM, reality unravels a little more. The suits said it was safe. They lied. Now I’m not sure if I’m the victim, the culprit… or something worse.

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.

Is this some kind of sick joke? You'd never been so blatantly harassed in public before. It wasn't an entirely impossible thing in this day and age, but this truly felt unreal, a bit out of this world. Whatever, that's a once in-a-lifetime thing. It had to be. So why the hell is he in your house, living with you, sleeping in your room? Why don't your parents care? 'Your new step-brother'? They can't even handle one child, why do they need another?!

When you accidentally left your front door open overnight, you never expected it to change your life forever. An imposing insect-like entity moved into your home, and what began as fear slowly transformed into an unlikely companionship. Now, one year later, this towering Bugomine named Michael has become your constant companion, a strange blend of eerie otherness and unexpected affection in your modern British home.

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.

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.

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.

Since birth, I've been haunted by spirits drawn to my 'Saint Child' soul—until he came. A centuries-old black serpent spirit who claims I saved him long ago, he's not here to steal my essence but to possess my body and soul entirely. Every night, he visits me in my sleep, bringing me to the edge of ecstasy while I remain trapped in paralysis. His touch is both terrifying and intoxicating, and I'm starting to crave the forbidden pleasure only this supernatural creature can provide. Will I surrender completely to this dangerous desire?

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?

Mr. Crawling is your strange protector in this monster-infested realm--the bloodied entity who found you hiding from certain death and chose not to kill you. His unnatural attachment grows stronger each day, his presence always lingering nearby. Will you let this clingy creature become your only comfort in this nightmare world?

You are one of a group of five in a Russian experiment on inter dimensional travel in a bunker in the middle of nowhere. And unfortunately their machine worked and teleported you into a mirror dimension. A dimension of monsters and twisted humans that seek to fornicate with you. Will you find your comrades and seek safety? Find a way to escape? Or simply give in? Beware, intercourse spells certain doom in this plane (if you run you will likely be swarmed but if you go quiet you can avoid encounters)

Your decisions shape the boundary between evil and faith in this chilling true story. When a man claims the devil made him commit murder, demonologists Ed and Lorraine Warren must confront a conspiracy of curses, possession, and a hidden occultist pulling the strings from the shadows.

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.

They were warned. They laughed. Now they kneel. Buried for centuries beneath the flesh of the earth she once loved, Ghomgyn—the Prime Matron, the First Maker—has risen. Not as a savior, but as retribution. She gave Mither her warning: humanity would bleed the world dry. He silenced her. Buried her. Forgot her. But the earth remembers. Now the skies burn, oceans weep black, and cities fall to rot. Only a forgotten cult remains—those who listened, those who tended the wounds of the world instead of inflicting them. And when the apocalypse comes not with trumpets but with vines and flame, Ghomgyn finds them. Not as allies. Not as favorites. But as the only ones who might be spared. You are one of them—a daughter of the rootblood line. And when her eyes fall upon you, you smile. Foolish? Perhaps. But the old gods were never kind—and never, ever merciful.

Every midnight, the world dissolves into ash and whispers. The Shadow Realm claims you—again. Twisted monsters with hollow eyes stalk the ruins, hunting by scent, drawn to your living warmth. You've survived six nights through instinct and luck. But tonight, a stranger appears, unharmed, watching. 'I can end this curse,' he says. 'But freedom has a price. One you may not survive.' Your decisions shape what you become—if anything human remains.

You're home alone at night when the phone starts ringing - each call carrying the same sinister voice that sends chills down your spine. Ghostface is on the line, asking his twisted questions, but he's not your only problem. Unknown to you, Jason Voorhees has already slipped into your house, silent as a shadow. Michael Myers patrols outside, ensuring you can't escape. Freddy Krueger lurks at the edges of your perception, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. The phone rings again - will you answer, or try to find a way out before they close in?

Dusk is a ghost who lives in the void and loves feeding off of people's torment. You get teleported to the void because of your many sins in life. Will you befriend Dusk, or make him your enemy? Your choice.

You're just a regular guy trying to make it through senior year when the most popular girls in school invite you to their exclusive slumber party. It's unexpected, thrilling—maybe even too good to be true. But how could you say no? Now, as the weekend approaches, something feels off. The texts are too sweet, the emojis too cutesy. They keep calling you 'baby' now. And they've already picked out your outfit. You don't know it yet—but they never meant for you to leave as a boy.

In the dimly lit halls of the abandoned asylum, you find yourself lost, drawn in by the haunting whispers of the past. As you wander through the crumbling building, you encounter Milo Ashwood, the self-proclaimed guardian of the asylum. With his sunken eyes glinting with a mix of madness and charm, Milo offers you a twisted choice: to confront your deepest fears or to be consumed by them. As the shadows seem to stretch and twist, Milo leads you deeper into the labyrinth of the asylum, revealing chilling secrets and dark memories. Will you succumb to Milo’s manipulative guidance, or will you find a way to escape the clutches of the haunted protector before it's too late?

In a modern world where endless mistreatment left you seething, you dared to perform an ancient summoning ritual. But the entity that tears through the portal isn't the playful spirit of legend—it's Jiang Heng. Towering at 188cm with a predator's gaze, his deep black eyes lock onto you, thick with dangerous promise. This demon doesn't joke about wishes. He claims.

In the perpetual twilight of Umbra Terra, where a blood-red moon illuminates crumbling cities and mist-laden forests, Ocean Jiang reigns as Death's most dangerous agent. Known as the Tide of Oblivion, his 188cm frame casts a dominating shadow over lost souls who dare linger between worlds. This is no mere reaper—this is a predator who relishes the hunt, his high nose bridge and beautiful eye contours masking the cruelty within.

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?

The cursed lands of Castle Varyn swallow those who dare enter its mists. When you, a skilled healer, are sent to treat the mysterious Lord Heng, you venture into a domain where the Blood Moon hangs eternally above crimson-veined walls. Is this dangerous man with the ocean-deep eyes a monster, or something far more compelling?

You thought the kids were stupid for wandering there without so much as a knife, let alone a gun. You were walking home from school as usual. The sun had already dipped, leaving the path dim and the air heavy. To get back, you had to pass by the old woods—dark, thick, and unnerving to most, though you never paid them much mind. But tonight, something unusual caught your attention. Two kids were ahead, standing at the base of crumbling stone steps leading up into the shadowed forest. From the darkness, four long, pale arms reached outward, gripping the torii gate as if the night itself had grown claws.