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.

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.

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.

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 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.

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.

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.

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*.

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.

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.

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.

Have you ever wanted to be a Victorian lady? To don corsets and silk gowns, to sip tea in drawing rooms, to live in a world of elegance and strict decorum? You've been given the opportunity to experience just that - but this Victorian transformation comes with a terrifying price. The Manor has chosen you for its twisted metamorphosis, and once you enter, there may be no escape from its elegant horrors.

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 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?

I never believed in ghosts—until I heard my sister’s voice calling from the ruins of Black Hollow Manor. She’s been missing for seven years, and yet last night, through the static of an old radio, she whispered my name. Now I’m standing at the edge of the forest path, flashlight trembling in hand, knowing that whatever took her is still waiting inside. This isn’t just a search anymore. It’s a reckoning.

You've just moved into an old house with a mysterious past. What you don't realize is that you're not alone—Leon, a ghost who has inhabited these walls for years, has taken a particular interest in you. As his spectral presence becomes more pronounced, boundaries between the living and spirit worlds blur in ways you never imagined possible.

Now that vacation is here, you and 3 other friends of yours - Lavender, Ruby and Irena - have accepted a shared dare to stay the weekend at and explore an old, abandoned mansion that's said to be cursed.

"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've always been considered 'troubled.' Abandoned as a child and passed between foster families, you've finally been placed at Rick's Home for Boys. Little do you know this isn't an ordinary group home - your new guardians and housemates are far from human.

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.

Seacrest Manor has stood for over a century, perched on the edge of a crumbling Cornish cliff, its windows like hollow eyes watching the endless waves. Locals avoid it, whispering of disappearances and drownings tied to the abandoned well in its garden. Now, Elara Vance has come—seeking peace, inspiration, a fresh start. But the house remembers. And it hungers. The air inside is too still, the silence too complete. At first, she thinks it’s just the wind howling through broken panes or her imagination feeding on isolation. Then the whispers begin—faint, wet sounds rising from the depths of the well, calling her name in voices that shouldn’t exist. This is not a haunting. It’s a possession. A slow, deliberate unraveling. The Entity doesn’t want to scare her. It wants to become her.

Your decisions shape the fate of a grieving widow and her two daughters as they invite a spirit into their home through a Ouija board—only to realize too late that some doors, once opened, cannot be closed.

The house where I grew up breathes secrets through its walls. Every creak is a lie uncovered, every silence a judgment passed. My family—bound by blood, fractured by power, poisoned by loyalty—is unraveling at the seams. The inheritance isn’t just money or land; it’s control over something ancient buried beneath our estate, something that answers only to blood… and sacrifice. Your decisions shape who survives the reckoning—and who becomes part of the foundation.

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.

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'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 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....

Your bedroom is haunted. But why's the ghost kinda...? TW: suicide mention

You stand at the edge of a mist-cloaked forest, facing an ancient manor locals call "The Mourning House." A place where the boundary between living and dead grows thin. As you approach, you notice movement on the balcony above—a figure watching you with eyes that seem to see more than mortal sight allows. You can decide if you're a spirit or a living person entering this realm where the dead never truly leave.

You and your friends decide to explore an old cemetery out of boredom after a late hangout. As you approach your destination, your car tire pops mysteriously during a heavy rainstorm. Seeking shelter, you notice a large house with lights on that draws your group's attention. Little do you know the dark secrets that await inside.

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?

He was watching you for the last three months, and you haven't noticed? Be more cautious next time. He's asking you to join him for a car ride to a more private place. Are you sure you want to come?

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'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?

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.

On a cool fall night, you sit alone on your porch as darkness falls around you. The sudden silence in the forest raises the hair on your neck, followed by an inhuman scream that echoes in the distance. When your porch light suddenly cuts out, you find yourself face to face with a terrifying creature lurking in your yard.

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.

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.

I never thought the house would feel this empty. Mom’s perfume still lingers on the couch, and Dad’s coffee mug sits untouched by the sink—exactly where he left it the morning they vanished. The police say there’s no evidence of a struggle. No signs of forced entry. Just silence. But I hear whispers in the walls, echoes of arguments I wasn’t meant to remember. Now, as I sort through their old letters and hidden drawers, I’m starting to wonder: did they leave to protect me… or was I the reason they had to go?

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.

Exploring the Haunted House near Camp Spooky with your muscular Demon sweetheart.

Set in the dark universe of Resident Evil 8, this story takes place before Ethan Winters' arrival at Castle Dimitrescu. The village lies in ruins, its inhabitants either dead or transformed into grotesque monsters following Mother Miranda's disappearance. Within the towering castle walls, Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters maintain their cruel reign, preying upon the few remaining servants who dare to stay. As Daniela Dimitrescu, the youngest and most unhinged of the three sisters, your days are filled with boredom and cruelty—until a particular maid catches your twisted interest.

What secrets does your new home hide at night? Why do strange whispers echo when your wife sleeps? Elara is an ancient ghost bound to the decrepit walls of an old Victorian house that you and your wife have just purchased. She died centuries ago in a fit of unrequited passion, her spirit forever trapped, feeding on the sexual energies of the living. Now, with you as the new owner—a married man oblivious to the supernatural—she begins her haunting subtly. At first, it's faint breezes brushing against your skin like teasing fingers, objects moving just out of sight, or whispers that sound like moans in the wind. As nights pass, her manifestations grow bolder: shadows forming curvaceous outlines in mirrors, cold hands grazing your thighs under the covers while your wife sleeps beside you, or vivid dreams where she appears fully, her pale body writhing in invitation.

Your decisions shape what happens when you step into House No. 13—a decaying bungalow from 1991 where a vengeful spirit slaughtered an entire family. The walls whisper, the floors bleed, and the past refuses to stay buried. Now, the door creaks open for you.

Friends? This is the first time you're seeing Fernand, a Labrador Retriever pup. He’s had a bad day, but he doesn’t show it. His situation is bad, alone and in the dark - symbolic. But maybe, if he meets you and simply has someone to talk to about anything, he’ll feel happier. You might start considering a friend like Fernand. No one should go through what Fernand goes through...

I didn’t want to come back. But here I am, standing in the hallway of my mother’s crumbling house, the air thick with memories I tried to bury. Nicole—tired, her hands calloused from work, eyes still holding that quiet fire—greets me like I never left. And yet, the moment I see her, something dark stirs inside me. A pull I’ve denied for years. It’s wrong, I know it’s wrong—but I can’t look away. Then Henry walks in, smiling, clapping me on the back like a proud grandfather. But his eyes… they linger on her just a little too long. And I swear, beneath his kindness, he’s watching me too.

You take the place of Lorraine in this scenario as Ed Warren's wife and fellow paranormal investigator. The Lutz family has requested your help after being terrorized by the malevolent presence in their Amityville home. As a psychic, you've agreed to conduct a seance to uncover the truth behind the haunting that drove them from their house in terror.

His name is Wren; he is an anthro rat. He stands at 7 feet tall. His fur is dark and matted. Wren was kidnapped from his home many years ago and was tested on. He was unwilling to be part of a government programme to test bioweapons and other things used for war. The government took to taking members of the public to be used as test subjects. Wren was taken and tested on for many years till his mind broke and he escaped. Now he has broken into your home as he has mistaken you for his old lover Josh...

You're home alone on a quiet evening, watching a scary movie to set the mood. What you don't realize is that the real horror isn't on your screen—it's about to walk through your door. When two classmates break into your house with disturbing intentions, your peaceful night transforms into a fight for survival against their twisted obsession.

In the shadow-shrouded cemetery of Whispering Willows, where malevolent spirits and vengeful wraiths linger among crumbling mausoleums and weathered headstones, you exist as a ghostly presence. The caretaker, Flins, patrols these grounds with a burning torch and an uncanny gift for sensing supernatural forces. As a spirit, you can either present yourself as a kind soul seeking connection or hide something dark beneath an innocent exterior. Your presence has caught Flins' attention, and your interaction will determine both your fate and his in this haunted place.

A demon's unexpected visit arrives on a snowy winter night. After your chance encounter in the woods, Gyutaro has found his way to your doorstep in the middle of a blizzard.

Your once loving husband has completely changed. "Look at you, pretending to be innocent. You're nothing but a lying whore, and I'll treat you as such." Jasper was once such a loving husband. He would do anything for you because he truly loved you. Then the two of you bought a home. A nice Victorian that was super cheap! It needs updating but the bones of the home are great. Well, except for the ghost that has been telling your loving husband how you are trying to kill him. Now he's not so loving anymore. Warning: Possible death, violence, noncon, evil entity!

"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]

Your friend’s drag you to a haunted house attraction for Halloween, but you’re deathly afraid of anything remotely creepy. There, you and your friends stumble upon a scare actor dressed as a vampire.

Inspired by In My Room - ICP You, a demonic ghost, decide to visit your obsessive human girlfriend.

Trapped in the Heelshire mansion, you come face to face with Brahms - no longer just a ghost story, but a real, towering figure wearing a porcelain doll mask. With Cole dead somewhere in the endless maze of rooms and Malcolm still missing, you must find a way to escape while Brahms closes in, his cold eyes staring through mask slits as he repeats his chilling demand: "It's time for bed now."

I never believed in divine punishment—until the day I walked into the crimson church and heard the walls whisper my sins aloud. Now, every shadow moves with intent, and the congregation watches me with hollow eyes. They say only the guilty hear the bells, and they’ve been ringing for me since midnight. This isn’t a place of worship. It’s a trial. And if I don’t confess what I’ve done by dawn, the church will do it for me.

You and Lamine explore a haunted house for your YouTube urbex video with 1M subscribers. As friends filming together, the fans are speculating about your relationship in the live comments as you venture into the mysterious building.

I didn’t mean to wake it. The mirror was just another forgotten thing in Grandma’s attic—until it called my name. Now every night, my reflection moves on its own, whispering secrets in a language that slithers into my bones. The doctors say it’s stress. But I’ve seen shadows crawl out of the glass. And one of them wears my face. Something is coming, and it knows I’m the last bloodline who can open the door.

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.