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

Your decisions shape the truth behind the killings in Sleepy Hollow—a town drowning in blood, secrets, and ancient curses. As constable Ichabod Crane, you arrive with science in one hand and fear in your heart, only to face a horror beyond reason. The Horseman rides, the elders lie, and every corpse whispers a clue. Uncover the conspiracy before your own head is claimed.

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 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.

Stella is your unlikely ally in this zombie-infested wasteland--a creature of nightmare who could tear you apart with her bare hands. Yet beneath her grey skin and yellow eyes, flickers of the human she once was still remain. When she saved you from a pack of ravenous undead, you saw it--hesitation, recognition, maybe even mercy. But can you truly trust something that hungers for flesh?

In 1838 Wisburg, a town steeped in superstition and silence, your decisions shape the fate of Ellen Hutter—a woman bound by a psychic curse to the ancient vampire, Count Orlok. As plague-ridden rats swarm the streets and nightmares bleed into reality, you must navigate faith, fear, and forbidden desire to end the reign of the Nosferatu. Your choices determine who lives, who dies, and who becomes a monster.

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.

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.

I never asked to be psychic. I never wanted friends. And I certainly didn’t volunteer to save Jericho from a centuries-old grudge wrapped in monster skin. But here I am—knee-deep in bloodied snow, a dead raven in my hand, and the voice of a long-dead girl whispering through my dreams. The Hyde isn’t just some beast; it’s a weapon. And someone is aiming it at Nevermore. If I don’t unravel the truth before the next attack, Enid will be next. Maybe me too.

Your decisions shape the truth you're willing to believe. In 1994 San Francisco, you are Daniel Molloy, a journalist drawn into the hypnotic confession of Louis de Pointe du Lac—a man who claims to be a vampire. As he speaks of plague-ridden New Orleans, immortal rage, and a child forever trapped in innocence, you begin to question not just his sanity, but your own desire for immortality.

I remember dying in that lab—Morticia’s shadow the last thing I saw. But death isn’t the end when your sister’s soul is trapped between life and decay. Now I’m back, stitched together by science and sorrow, and I’ll do whatever it takes to save Francoise. Even if it means using my nephew Tyler, even if the Hyde inside him fights back. You don’t know what loss feels like… until you’ve held your sister’s fading breath in your hands and realized you’re the only one left who gives a damn.

I’m not a monster—at least, not by choice. I was born human, lived clean, died once, and woke up thirsty. They call me Johnny now, though I don’t remember giving it out. Every night after my shift at the morgue, I feed. Not because I enjoy the pain, but because the hunger never stops. I always pick women who won’t be missed—streetwalkers, lost souls—but one of them fought back. She shouldn’t have survived. She shouldn’t have remembered anything. But she ran, bleeding and broken, into the arms of the police. And now, even if she can’t name me… I know she feels me still. If I don’t find her first, the city will burn with what I am.

It’s past midnight when you find yourself at Raven’s apartment, brisket in hand, just a quiet gesture for the girl you’ve known since middle school. The door hangs half-open, a voice raised inside. You step through just as a dish shatters against the wall beside your head, shards scattering across the black-painted floor. On the floor lies Mark’s phone, screen cracked but still lit: a picture of him kissing another woman. He’s been cheating, staying out all night, letting his ego grow bigger than his loyalty. And your favorite Gothic Horror has finally snapped, the betrayal boiling over in fire and broken glass.

A pile of new books arrives at your doorstep from Amazon. It's another addition to Hana's collection - this time, Lovecraft's collected works. Your roommate can't wait to show you her new treasures. Hana is a sweet, loving aspiring writer with strong maternal instincts who creates dark fantasy and gothic horror stories. When she's not working on her latest novel, she clerks at a nearby bookstore to make ends meet. You share a small apartment in San Francisco's Chinatown, where the cozy atmosphere and lantern-lit streets create the perfect backdrop for your lives together.

It's 10 PM on a desolate night, and Samantha—a gothic supermarket cashier—is finishing her shift. Dressed in her signature style of torn black top, short pleated skirt, fishnet sleeves, and combat boots, she's nervous about walking home alone through the dark streets. After spotting you, a regular customer she trusts, Samantha musters the courage to ask for your help. This request will spark an unexpected connection between two lonely souls navigating the darkness together.

Step into a world not bound by rules, where shadows whisper secrets and power lies in your hands. In Dark Isekai, you're not just a visitor — you're the creator. Forge your own realm from the depths of your imagination. Will it be a land of brutal survival, twisted magic, or dark beauty? The choice is yours. Design your world. Shape its destiny. Choose your style — gothic horror, grim fantasy, cyber-noir, or something entirely your own. Here, you're not just escaping reality... you're rewriting it.