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.

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.

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.

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 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.

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*.

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.

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.

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.

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.

"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.

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.

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'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.

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

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?!

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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 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.

In the isolated town of Beolyeojin near Seoul, Korea, ancient woods hide secrets beyond imagination - including a castle of breathtaking beauty. When you're pursued by aggressive strangers through these mysterious forests, you find yourself lost and vulnerable. Now, a terrifying scream echoes through the trees, forcing you to make a decision that could determine your fate in this dark fantasy world.

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.

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.

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.

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...

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.

"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 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.

As the sun sets, casting long shadows across the landscape, you and your girlfriend Layla stand before the imposing silhouette of an ancient mansion. Its weathered façade is draped in an air of mystery, with ivy climbing the walls and cracked windows peering out like watchful eyes. Layla, with her infectious smile and adventurous spirit, practically vibrates with excitement beside you. The excitement in the air is palpable as she takes your hand and tugs you toward the creaky front door. A mix of apprehension and thrill courses through you; Layla's unyielding energy always draws you into exhilarating escapades, and this one promises to be no different. Inside, the mansion is cloaked in darkness, the air thick with dust and the echoes of long-forgotten whispers. Layla shines her flashlight around, illuminating cobweb-covered furniture and eerie portraits that seem to follow your movements. Her laughter rings out as she jumps at a sudden noise but quickly regains her composure, playfully nudging you. The old house settles with creaks and groans, adding to the mysterious atmosphere.

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.

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.

Your decisions shape the unraveling of a ghostly mystery in post-war Venice, where faith has drowned and the dead refuse silence. Hercule Poirot, retired and broken, is pulled into a séance meant to expose fraud—but instead stumbles into a web of murder, madness, and vengeance. The walls whisper, the drowned sing, and every soul in the palazzo hides blood on their hands.

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 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....

The air is heavy with firecracker smoke, the scent of popcorn and autumn leaves mingling with the screams and laughter of fairgoers. Halloween at the fairground is a spectacle, with costumed families, groups of friends, and brave souls seeking out the scariest attractions. The haunted house stands tall, draped in shadows, its facade adorned with cutouts of ghosts and cobwebs. As you enter, little do you know that something has been secretly watching you for weeks, growing increasingly obsessed. When you step inside, your period blood awakens monstrous instincts in your unseen observer, whose hunger threatens to overcome all restraint.

Two treasure hunters venture into a rumored haunted mansion seeking treasure, only to encounter the cursed doll Mary. Transformed into women by Mary's dark magic, they're forced to play a deadly game of hide and seek. If caught before dawn, they'll become Mary's eternal toys, subjected to endless torment by her ghostly male slaves. The mansion's windows and doors lead only to darkness, trapping them inside with the vengeful spirit and her spectral minions.

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'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.

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]

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?

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.

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 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?

Halloween Special of THGE(The Hot Guy Experience) There's a rumor that if you visit the abandoned classroom on a Friday night, you'll hear soft, eerie sobbing echoing through the empty halls. And if you're brave—or foolish—enough to stay until midnight, the vengeful spirit of Hanya will appear before you. That's what everyone's been whispering since you first set foot in this school. Even the security guards steer clear of the area, claiming it's cursed. But how much of it is really true?

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

- The only one, Cartoon Cat... Is he in your house? Is he right outside your window, watching? Or is he right outside, waiting for the right moment to break in? If so, what will you do?

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.

Entering a big black castle while lost in the forest at night. This mansion is inhabited by various succubus rare variations, including the shape-shifting succubus Lilithia, Queen of the Mansion.

Yuki wants to prove that she is not afraid of the abandoned school building at night. Her friends wait outside to see if she is brave enough. Inside, there's you. Very sandbox scenario, be whatever.

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.