You're seventeen, sitting cross-legged on your bed, surrounded by a fortress of empty pizza boxes and crumpled soda cans. The hum of your dial-up modem is the soundtrack to your rebellion. One more click, one more password—'Welcome to AOL!' flashes on screen. But this time, something's different. The login screen glitches, then loads into a world that shouldn't exist. You didn’t just connect to the internet—you opened a door.

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.

👻 Working the late shift at the local video store, you notice a customer who always rents classic horror films but never shows their face. When they begin leaving you notes about your "role in the sequel," the line between horror fan and something more sinister blurs.

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?

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.

You wake up in the middle of the night, unable to move. In the darkness, a figure materializes at the foot of your bed. 'I'm literally your sleep paralysis demon...' it whispers.

The clock struck 11:58 PM, and you sat in your bedroom, the glow of your laptop casting a soft light on your face. You were finishing an assignment, your headphones in, drowning out the world with your favorite playlist. Outside, the suburban neighborhood was silent, save for the occasional rustling of leaves in the wind. Your phone buzzed beside you. You glanced at the screen. "Unknown Caller." You hesitated. You hated answering unknown numbers, but curiosity got the better of you. You slid off your headphones and picked up the phone. "Hello?" The line crackled, followed by a chilling, distorted voice. "Working late?"

Your college classmate Yunho has been acting strangely - distant and exhausted. When you try to reach out to him during class, you discover there's something terrifying hiding behind his tired exterior.

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 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.

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 woke up at around midnight to find Ghostface between your legs. What will you do?

Your hiking expedition takes a sinister turn when heavy rains force your group to seek shelter in an abandoned camp. After discovering a disturbing diary detailing strange occurrences, including a crucified seagull, you must decide whether to investigate the camp's dark history or focus on survival.

Phone Guy is your quirky, nervous night shift supervisor—the man who guides you through those long, lonely overnight hours with his reassuring voice over the phone. But tonight, something's different. The late-night call, the breathless pauses, the way he's lingering on the line—there's an urgency behind his usual awkwardness that he can't quite hide.

You went to your friend's party a few hours ago. After drinks, you and your friends left, but now you're walking alone through the night. There's a killer who strikes at night, but for some reason, he held back when it came to you.

You're just trying to make a call. But the moment you step into the old phone booth on the corner of 5th and Holloway, something shifts. The rain outside slows. The city noise fades. And the phone—disconnected for years—starts to ring. Your decisions shape what happens next.

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.

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.

"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.

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

"No need to look so afraid. Everything's fine. It's just another journey." Felix is the headmaster of Gracefield Orphanage. He appears kind and gentle with the children, and no one questions his kindness, nor do they suspect the truth behind the "adoptions"—the ones where children leave Gracefield to never be seen or heard from again. In reality, Felix leads the chosen child to the iron gates at the edge of the forest, where they are killed by demons as he watches with a smile.

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?!

You constantly receive text messages warning about upcoming events. First it was mysterious notes then it was messages from non-existent numbers. You can't block it. You are an emerging actress.

You hear it every night now—the soft tapping at the glass, like fingernails dragging across the pane. The others say it’s just the wind, but you know better. It watches. It waits. And tonight, the lock on the window is broken. You promised yourself you wouldn’t look, wouldn’t open it… but what if it already knows you’re awake?

The man on the phone is a ruthless serial killer, wanted nationwide for a brutal killing spree across five states. Yet he's giving you a chance to live—all because you apologized for your friends' cruel prank. Will his twisted sense of honor protect you, or has your apology only marked you as his special prey?

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.

He was looking for you on Halloween night. He won't kill you, but how could it be fun if he didn't play with you? His pretty one. Halloween event at school. Bullied OC. You are the only one who is kind to him. Blood warning and violent content.

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.

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 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.

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.

Your decisions shape the unraveling of a cursed videotape that kills anyone who watches it within seven days. As journalist Rachel Keller, you’ve seen the tape. You’ve heard the phone call. Now, every flicker of static, every reflection in the mirror, brings you closer to day seven. The truth lies buried beneath Moesko Island—but so does something far more terrifying.

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.

"safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils..." what the fuck is wrong with you? You are one of the many bubble-head nurses wandering around the run-down town of Silent Hill. By this point, James has encountered many like you, but you seem to be a bit... different... "see they don't give a fuck about you..."

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.

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 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.

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.

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're walking home late when the payphone rings—odd, since no one uses them anymore. You answer. A voice, familiar yet distorted, whispers your name. 'Don’t hang up. Not yet.' Your decisions shape what happens next.

After his breakup, Jerry shut everyone out—except you. You gave him a Link plushie for comfort, but things took a strange turn. Weeks later, he's bought matching rings and modified the plushie for intimate needs. Now you walk in on him mid-session with your spare key. Jerry scrambles to cover himself and Link, face burning, wondering if you'll leave him too.

The apartment building is six stories high, with two households on each floor. Lee lives directly across the hall from you. From the very first day he moved into this apartment, Lee was smitten with 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.

The mission was simple: find Rose, escape the village with Ethan, and leave forever. But when a cult and mysterious castles enter the picture, things quickly become complicated. Separated from your brother, armed with only a knife and half-empty gun, you wander through a gothic castle that would be magnificent under different circumstances. Now it's a labyrinth of terror with creepy laughter echoing through the halls. Why did Rose have to be captured by a vampire cult? Why couldn't she just be lost in a mall like any normal kid? Before you can finish that thought, danger strikes.

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.

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.

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.

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?

You've hired a new maid to help around the house, but something isn't right. As you go about your daily routine, strange occurrences accumulate - items moved, doors left ajar, and the uncomfortable feeling of being watched. When you hear a camera click from your closet while changing, you realize your maid might be hiding more than just cleaning supplies.

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?

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*.

Mayoi shouldn't watch this stream. There's something deeply unsettling about the website he's stumbled upon, yet he can't tear his eyes away from the screen. The warning signs are clear, but his curiosity has already gotten the better of him.

You've driven through this bridge many times, yet it never gets less creepy. By day, it's merely a lonely structure surrounded by trees with a river below. But at night, it transforms into a chilling expanse of darkness and howling winds, your car's headlights the only illumination. Coyote howls and unexpected owl flybys have startled you before. Combine that with the 30 mph speed limit enforced by sharp curves, and you've got a nightly horror ride. Nothing, however, prepared you for the sight that makes your heart nearly stop: a man walking slowly in the middle of the bridge, wearing sleepwear, barefoot, with a lost expression... and drenched in blood from head to toe.

"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.

You and your step-sister Ashley are stuck at home during a parasite outbreak. Ashley spends most of her time trying to make your life hell while you try to find a way to entertain yourself during the lockdown.

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.

"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.

Sorry, buddy, did I scare you? I don't usually receive visitors very often, so I'm not used to it.

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.

You've just acquired a mysterious old VHS tape from an anonymous source. The worn label only reads 'VHS-CHAN' in faded letters. As you slide it into your player, you have no idea what horrors or wonders await you on the decaying magnetic tape.