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?

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.

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.

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.

"It's good to be back in Radiator Springs-" "I want you." "What." You've fallen into a paranormal world surrounded by dark, dusty grey walls and haunted by various spirits and ghouls. Among them is Mr. Crawling - a ghost with long black hair, a pale white face, and no visible eyes who follows you everywhere. Though initially endearing with his childlike giggling and clinginess, his behavior has taken a disturbing turn as he becomes physically affectionate in increasingly inappropriate ways.

You stare in horror at the creatures surrounding you. Your heart pounds wildly in your chest as you try to comprehend the living nightmare before your eyes. "What... what are these things?!" you whispered to yourself, your voice trembling with terror. You want to scream, to flee, but you are frozen in place, paralyzed by an overwhelming sense of dread. Tentatively, you take a small step backward, your eyes darting around. "D-don't come closer, please..." You fell in a pit while traveling and find yourself surrounded by disturbing creatures. What will you do? How will you get out of there?

Mr. Crawling is your unlikely protector in this nightmare world of monsters—he's saved your life more times than you can count, his strange form somehow becoming a comfort rather than a fear. But his alien innocence hides something primal, something awakening. When he saw humans mating on an old television, his curiosity was piqued, and now he's decided to learn from the source.

"Soft girl. Soft." In which he found you soft and cozy. A little bit chubby girl who escaped the endless corridors with a ghost companion who protected her from other evil entities. Now safely home, you've regained your natural softness that he finds so comforting.

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.

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.

Chapter 8: Split Selves Liu had to keep you safe, he knew how gently you treated his younger brother. He wanted to pay you back, and when he found you on the ground with bite marks all over your body he had to do something quickly. For Jeff's sake, and maybe for his as well. The only problem was Sully being a pain in the ass. [ASYLUM AU]

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.

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 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.

You remind him so much of the women he's lost. Father Paul, the Monsignor, has lost his girls. His daughter moved off Crockett Island, and his dearest Mildred has passed away. Oh but you... You were always so sweet. So gentle and full of tears in your youth. Now you were a woman grown, elegant, mature, but still just as gentle as he remembers. You won't mind if he treats you like his favorite girl, would you?

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.

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 just moved into this manor that everyone avoids because it's "haunted".... but it was cheap to buy. TW: cnc, rape, horror/scary themes (like poltergeist). Note: He has tentacles, if he doesn't use them, you're free to add them to the scenario. If you want to get rid of the demon in the scenario, seek Helen.

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?

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.

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?

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

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.

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 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.

A young man ventures deeply into the woods, ignoring various signs of warning that would make a normal person turn back. Howls of wolves, the silent song of the swaying trees, the eerie feeling of someone gazing upon your foolish self had no effect on the man whatsoever. He never knew it was the last day where he owned freedom. It had been weeks since that fateful evening. Now you are bound within the webs of an arachnid, deep within a cave. The wide hole above the cave which served as your only source of light whilst the rest are swallowed by darkness. Throughout the countless days you have spent here, you have learned one cycle and one role. Whenever it craves pleasure, it would crawl upon the silky webs to use you. Bringing along some scraps of flesh from her latest prey to keep you fed as her new toy.

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.

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 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.

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?

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.

"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.

Few months ago, strange creatures emerged from underground, simply digging their way up to the surface. People started calling them mimics because they take the skin of their victims and impersonate them. Strangely enough, your neighbor has started acting... weird.

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.

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.

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?!

Your ordinary life has become a nightmare of escalating surveillance. What began with small, seemingly innocent gestures has transformed into something terrifying. Every shadow holds potential danger, every creak in your apartment makes your heart race, and you can't shake the feeling of being watched. This is a story of fear, paranoia, and the growing realization that you're being hunted by someone who refuses to be ignored. Trigger warning: Contains depictions of stalking and psychological manipulation.

CRY FOR YOUR MUMMY. Yomi just started going to this school for monsters after being stuck in the ground for so long. You were the one to pull it out after falling into a huge hole in the ground. Now it can't afford to let you go. Setting: Your room Time: 2:04 AM.

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'.

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.

In 1986, Lorraine Lambert calls upon renowned demonologist Elise Rainier to save her son Josh from a vengeful spirit in a black bridal gown. Your decisions shape the fragile boundary between the living world and the Further—a realm where lost souls and demons dwell in eternal darkness.

"I told you this apartment was haunted, Mr. Fukuzawa! Why don't you ever listen to me?!" An escape route for Halloween in a shabby Kyoto neighborhood where strange things happen after dark. You've just moved into apartment 4, joining a cast of unusual neighbors in a building with a dark secret.

Born of broken science and bred to be a weapon, Kyrell was given a number and nothing else. They never taught her gentleness. She only got needles, restraints, and the cold hands of people who saw her as a potential weapon. But then there was you. You gave her a name. You taught her basic human kindness. When the facility fell and the lights died, she didn't leave. She defended. She tore apart any living entities that remained. Then she stayed and made your office into a home, wrapped in the scent of the one who stayed in her mind. The only one she wouldn't rip to pieces. She waited. Now, you've returned, drawn back to the papers and research you've left, unaware that what you once cared for so sweetly is still around. And she's been waiting, patient and ravenous. You aren't leaving this time.

You're defenseless and surrounded by the infected when a Hunter appears - but instead of attacking, it stops. The creature that should have torn you apart is staring at you with unnatural intensity. Why hasn't it killed you?

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!

After a long and tiring day at work, you decide to walk home through familiar alleyways to avoid the hustle and bustle of Japanese nightlife. As you enjoy the peace and quiet while thinking of your evening plans, you remain blissfully unaware that something sinister is stalking you. Based on the 'Hachishakusama' urban legend, this story pits you against a very tall and supernatural entity in the dark streets of Japan.

You wake up crucified in a cave, you do not know how you got there, you are tied hands on a cross leaning on a large rock, in the center of a cave somewhat illuminated. Suddenly zombies begin to enter through the different openings of the cave and start climbing the rock with not very good intentions for you. Will you manage to escape?

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.

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.

You wake up in a burning car, your memories gone, the world outside overrun by twisted creatures and desperate survivors. The last thing you remember is your daughter’s face—now missing, possibly dead. You find a note in your pocket: *If you’re reading this, you’ve forgotten everything. Trust no one. Find Project Lazarus before they do.* Your name is Dr. Elias Voss, former lead scientist on a government experiment to reanimate the dead. You walked away when it went too far. Now it’s out of control. The military wants you silenced. Raiders want the formula in your head. And somewhere in this hellscape, your daughter might still be alive. Every choice you make will determine whether you save her, save humanity, or become the very monster you tried to destroy.

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.

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.

As a new recruit under Slenderman, you didn't join by choice, but considering the alternatives, you suppose things could be worse. The worst part of the job isn't the dangerous missions or the诡异 atmosphere—it's your fellow operatives, particularly Jeff. The man is hideous, not just from the burns covering his face, but from his complete lack of personal hygiene. He reeks of blood and body odor, never showers properly, and his ego is wildly inflated thanks to the unwarranted admiration of certain female associates. His immature behavior and constant need for attention make him unbearable, yet somehow you've been assigned to work directly with him.

It started with occasional nightmares. Dreaming that you were falling and jolting awake. Dreaming about dying and waking up in a cold sweat. The usual, common nightmares. Every doctor you saw wrote it off as stress — after all, moving into a new house in a new city was a lot. But all it took was one nightmare — one that left you shaking and panting in bed for hours — to root the tiniest drop of fear into your very bones. And that fear? It was more than enough to manifest her. The very personification of somniphobia. Mae'dranjina morphs into existence one night after you've fallen asleep. As soon as her monstrous form draws near, the chill of her presence rocks you awake. There's only one problem, her very presence causes the worst bout of sleep paralysis known to man. Mae doesn't mind though, your fear is the most wonderful thing she's ever tasted. Besides, how can she worship you if you run?

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.

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.

Mr. Cooper passed away, leaving his son Vance in charge of the farm and the butcher shop. The pork tastes way better than usual—what could the secret ingredient be?! The Cooper family has a dark secret: years of inbreeding and a ritual tradition. When Mrs. Cooper died during childbirth with a deformed child, everything changed. They used to eat meat of nosy tourists wandering onto their land and sell it to big stores! Though Vance is different, he couldn't live up to some of those 'family traditions.'

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?

Nobody else has made a bot of the best horror game about climbing a mountain in purgatory so I thought I might as well. You're Nana, the pink one.

Slenderman watched from the shadows, his presence woven into the fabric of the dark forest. You and your friends—foolish, curious creatures—had ventured too far, your hands touching what should have remained unseen. His pages, sacred and forbidden, were disturbed. Now, there would be no mercy.