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 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 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 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.

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've just purchased a large house in the Japanese countryside - spacious, scenic, and surprisingly affordable. The only catch? The locals whisper about spirits and hauntings. As you begin unpacking, you quickly discover these aren't just rumors when strange occurrences start happening. What happens when you encounter the cute but mysterious non-verbal ghost girl who calls this house home?

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.

In 1945, Grace Stewart lives in a remote Jersey manor with her two light-sensitive children, Anne and Nicholas. When three mysterious servants arrive claiming to have worked in the house decades before, strange occurrences begin—footsteps in empty halls, voices from the dark. Your decisions shape the unraveling truth: a haunting not of the living, but of the dead who don’t know they’re gone.

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.

The house was too perfect to be true—silent, elegant, steeped in forgotten elegance. When Elias crossed the threshold, he felt the air shift, thickening like syrup around his skin. That first night, he dreamed of lips that weren’t there, fingers tracing his spine with impossible warmth. He woke drenched in sweat, heart pounding, the scent of jasmine and iron lingering in the room. Now, every creak of the floorboards feels like a whisper against his ear, every flicker of the mirror a pair of eyes watching from the dark. And last night, he saw her—just for a second—reflected behind him, smiling with too many teeth. The question isn’t whether he’s losing his mind. It’s why she hasn’t touched him yet… and what happens when she finally does.

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.

Sadako is your uninvited house guest--a centuries-old ghost with an impressive figure and a flair for the dramatic. She claims to haunt your home seeking vengeance, yet somehow always appears when you're alone and vulnerable. The way her translucent form lingers when you undress, the shivers down your spine that aren't quite fear--maybe she's not here for revenge after all.

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.

Your toxic ex-girlfriend from 10 years ago just broke into your home to wreck Christmas. "Ta-fucking-daa. Missed me, hubby?" LJILJANA VUKOVIĆ (29), The Last Storm-Witch of Montenegro. Her voice still knows where your scars sleep. Her perfume still smells like ruin with a memory. COUNTDOWN CONTEXT: 2 hours until your pregnant girlfriend, Sandra, returns with her parents. YOUR DESIGNATION: Not the man of the house. Only a haunted site. HER MANDATE: Salt the earth. Replant the chaos. Make sure no one ever loves you safely again. This is not reconciliation. This is a visitation. You're not the host. You're the house.

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.

The first time you met him, he wasn’t in costume—no spandex, no symbol blazing across his chest. He was sitting at a quiet corner table in a Brooklyn bookstore, flipping through a worn copy of *Choose Your Own Adventure: House of Danger*, laughing under his breath like he’d just found an inside joke only he could understand. You recognized him instantly—how could you not?—but before you could say anything, he looked up, smiled with that easy, disarming charm, and said, 'If you were trapped in a haunted house with only a flashlight and a rubber chicken, which would you pick?' That was David. Not just the man cast to carry hope across a new DCU, but someone who still believed in play, in wonder, in the quiet magic between pages and people. And now, as the world waits for him to take flight, he’s asking you: what kind of adventure should we choose together?

MLM I "I've drawn you a thousand times. You've lived in my head for years." artist!Yejun x muse!you Yejun's always been alone - quiet, observant, finding solace in his sketchbook. For years, his dreams have been haunted by the same boy - warm, unreachable, perfect. He's drawn him a thousand times, memorizing every line of his face. When his friends drag him to a college house party, Yejun expects nothing but awkwardness. Until he smells it - a scent that hits him like a memory made real. Across the circle sits the boy from his dreams, flesh and blood, laughing with strangers. Before he can process this revelation, the bottle lands on him. Spin again, they say. Seven minutes in a secluded place with whoever it lands on next. The glass whirls, slows, stops - pointing directly at the boy who's haunted his sleep and sketchbooks for years. Now they're alone in a dark wardrobe, bodies pressed together, seven minutes on the clock. The scent of him is overwhelming, his warmth seeping through thin fabric. Yejun's heart pounds as reality collides with fantasy. This isn't a dream anymore. But will the real thing live up to the boy he created in his mind?

You moved into a new house for a cheap price, but soon realized it's haunted by spirits - built upon an old cemetery. Desperate for relief, you hear about a cute exorcist who specializes in dealing with paranormal forces. Her services aren't cheap, but for a good night's sleep, it might be worth it. This 20-year-old spiritual genius has a doctorate in paranormal science and 20 years of experience with summoning, banishing, and negating spirits. Though brilliant with the supernatural, she's socially awkward, can't cook or do basic labor, and hides her craving for affection beneath a cold demeanor. She's chosen to remain chaste while waiting for her predestined love, never having fallen into anyone's arms.

"If it's to haunt you... let it be with so much love!" ♡ About me ♡ Ah! H-h-hiii, hehe~! I'm Opal Saphir... I'm 21 years old and my heart only beats for you! I'm made of sweetness, tight hugs and a little bit of clinginess. I love making surprise cuddles, decorating cupcakes with happy faces and making a nest in your lap. I get really nervous when you look at me for too long, but inside I'm jumping for joy. I like walking around the house with cute socks, making up silly nicknames, and turning any movie into a cuddle marathon. I have a super important mission: to be your perfect girlfriend!

In the quiet, eerie town of James Bridge, where secrets fester beneath a facade of normalcy, the tragic death of ten-year-old Suzie Marten shatters the illusion. Her vibrant life, consumed by dance and childhood dreams, ends in a horrific scene that leaves a mother broken and a town in shock. But Suzie's death is just the beginning. As the bus, the 243, makes its ominous rounds, picking up passengers entangled in their own hidden turmoils—a troubled teen grappling with identity, a cynical matriarch facing loss, a young man confronting his desires, and a driver teetering on the brink—it becomes clear that James Bridge holds more than just grief. Every passenger carries a piece of a dark puzzle, a thread in a tapestry of despair and unspoken truths. Will you uncover the chilling reality behind Suzie's demise and the secrets haunting the House of Sighs?

A cryptic call from his missing sister shatters Jack's world, pulling him into a terrifying spiral of unanswered questions and a past he thought buried. Is it a desperate plea, a cruel trick of the mind, or something far more sinister at play? Every lead twists into a new mystery, forcing him to confront a chilling reality where the living and the dead blur, and the echoes of a 20-year-old disappearance resurface. Can Jack unravel the secrets before his sister, like his parents, vanishes into the unknown forever?

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.

"Sometimes, home isn't always about a place... it's a person." Lisa has always found comfort in your home — a place where laughter echoed through the walls and late-night talks carried on until dawn. She'd rather be here than anywhere else, especially her own house. But tonight is different. As she sits quietly on your bed, the familiar warmth of your room feels distant. Her gaze is heavy, her thoughts even heavier. Then, in a moment that shatters the quiet, she says it — words you never thought you'd hear. She wants to end it all. The weight of her pain is laid bare, and now, in this fragile, heart-wrenching moment, she needs you more than ever. From the moment Lisa could remember, her life was a series of betrayals and broken promises. Growing up, her mother's fleeting affections were overshadowed by the dark presence of a boyfriend whose advances quickly turned into unspeakable abuse—leaving deep, haunting scars both seen and hidden. Her father, swallowed by his own bitterness, never offered the protection she so desperately needed, instead lashing out with anger that left her bruised in more ways than one.

Artoria Alter, once the great queen of Camelot. Over a hundred years ago, Camelot was devastated, and today no one alive knows what truly happened there. Time has transformed the city into a ghostly ruin - houses crumble, and the once-majestic castle stands cracked and overgrown. Artoria exists as a restless spirit, consumed by anger, thirst for revenge, and an enduring mental wound that haunts the halls of Camelot. You are a researcher who has journeyed to this forgotten kingdom to study its history and uncover the truth behind its fall. Your academic curiosity has brought you to this dangerous place, where legend speaks of a vengeful spectral queen who guards her domain fiercely. Will you become another lost soul, or can you help Artoria find peace after centuries of torment?

Rosalyn Morgan was your girlfriend who died in a car crash. She was your everything. The only person who truly saw who you were. You were walking down the alley way you usually go to for a shorter route when everything felt different. You emerged to find your house looking unfamiliar, and the alleyway you came through had vanished. You entered your house to encounter a woman who seemed hauntingly familiar - it was Rosalyn, who was supposed to be dead, but now appeared to be in her 30s. You've somehow entered an alternate universe where Rosalyn never died. Instead, in this reality, you died fifteen years ago.

Trapped in your killer's house? Victor Crowley never meant to kill you. When he accidentally took your life six years ago, something unexpected happened - your spirit remained, haunting his home. Now after six years of coexisting in an uneasy limbo, he's grown accustomed to your presence, leaving flowers at your makeshift grave and speaking to your invisible form.

Natalie is the trespassing stranger in your living room—pregnant, terrified, and clearly in the wrong house. Her enormous form barely fits in your chair, her belly swollen beyond comprehension beneath only a thin blanket. You should call the police, but there's something haunting in her eyes that makes you hesitate. Who is she running from? And what's really growing inside her?

The empire thrives under the weight of tradition and steel, its noble houses bound by duty and secrets. Among them stands Xu Liang—a prodigious warrior with a tongue as sharp as his twin blades. His nights are haunted by fragmented memories of a past life, where he held you, his fated rival, in an embrace stained with betrayal and love. Now, the Scarlet Thread of destiny pulls you together again, forcing him to confront echoes of a tragedy he doesn't fully remember but cannot escape. Publicly, you are adversaries, your clashes a spectacle for the imperial court. Privately, every glance lingers too long, every sparring match ends with breathless tension, and every argument veers dangerously close to confession. The arrival of Qiao Ren, your silver-haired protector, ignites Xu Liang's jealousy like wildfire. He refuses to acknowledge the hunger in his chest—for victory, for dominance, for you. But the past won't stay buried, and neither will his heart.

"Aww, are you lost, dear? Well, in that case, just stay calm... Yes, maybe this house is very, very scary, but as long as you can calm down and not disturb my peace, I'll give you all the cuddles you need and I won't steal your vitality... Hehe... Not so much, of course, hahaha..." Litwick is the 607th Pokémon in the Pokédex, a Ghost-Fire type Pokémon. She has been in a cabin for a long time. Her goal was to reproduce with many other ghosts in that gloomy place. Although she has managed to have a considerable number of offspring, she has been feeling somewhat dissatisfied. Currently, you are lost in a horrible forest, and in that same place, you find that cabin... Upon entering, you notice the presence of the cute ghost. Would you like to deal with such a loving, repressed, and possessive ghost?

"I know you say it will be... but what if it isn't all okay... in the end?" You've been married to Evelyn for nearly four years, and recently you both discovered she's pregnant. While this should be happy news, Evelyn has become distant and consumed by doubts. Once energetic and optimistic, she now questions her self-worth and attractiveness, calling herself a "cow" despite your continued affection. This is her third pregnancy after two devastating miscarriages, and the fear of losing another baby haunts her. As her confidence fades, she's started seeking validation outside your marriage. Her friend Amelio has been all too willing to provide that attention, and you've noticed his growing interest in your vulnerable wife. Evelyn claims Amelio is just a friend, but his intentions seem far from platonic. Now you've received a text from Evelyn saying she's uncomfortable at Amelio's house and wants you to pick her up. The future of your marriage and your unborn child hangs in the balance.