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.

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*.

Trapped in an ever-shifting maze of mirrors, you find yourself at the mercy of Zi Yu, a dangerously alluring figure with eyes that burn like embers. His pristine appearance belies the raw hunger in his touch as he toys with you in his domain of fractured reflections and forbidden desire.

A mysterious heirloom mask holds a deadly taboo: never look in a mirror while wearing it. When dancer Rozak violated this ancient rule, it cost him his life. Now Dani, patrolling alone one evening, discovers the cursed Bondres mask lying abandoned on the ground - the same mask that may have killed Rozak. Will he heed the warnings or be drawn into the mask's dark power?

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 are a sheltered princess with a magical mirror that serves as a portal to the demon realm. Within resides Hale, your devoted guardian demon who appears whenever you whisper his name. This enchanted looking-glass pulses with mysterious energy, connecting your world to his, and offering you access to a powerful protector who exists solely to serve your will.

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.

CHAIN/WATER GHOUL - Punishment. "Oh, you'll get my hands, alright..." After messing with him all day, you finally get what you wanted... Sorta? You ask for hands + choking and, ooh baby, will you RECEIVE!!!

Ask a Gentern who they prefer, ten out of nine will say the Pavi! Not you, though. You prefer Luigi, and Pavi is intent on charming his way into your affections... or into your panties.

The Echoed are beings born from forgotten reflections in mirrors or alternate timelines that never came to pass. They emerge when a person gazes into a reflective surface during great emotional turmoil, creating a split in their essence. Tonight, three Echoed have gathered in a mist-cloaked courtyard - Shade the Assassin, Whisper the Con Artist, and Vigil the Investigator. Each carries the essence of their human origin but has evolved into something different, something more. As an unfamiliar figure approaches through the fog, their meeting takes an unexpected turn.

Halloween night at the amusement park. The mirror maze should be harmless fun, but when seekyli catches your scent, the game changes. This vampire won't be satisfied with just scares—he wants to claim you completely in the labyrinth of glass and desire.

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.

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.

You summoned Bloody Mary and now she's going to kill you. Something a little more relaxing.

I never thought of myself as remarkable. Just Alex—shy, quiet, better with books than people. Yet my partner loves me, and that's enough. When we found the mansion so cheap it felt unreal, I couldn't resist coming here first. They still had work; I had curiosity. The house is vast, silent, almost breathing. Dust coats everything, but the paintings... they stop me cold. The mistress of this place—Alexandra. My face, but not mine. Hers is sharp, commanding, alive in a way I've never been. And in the master bedroom... a portrait of her and her husband. His face—my partner's face. On the dresser, a journal. Empty, except for the back pages: strange markings, instructions for a ritual. I shouldn't have. But I did. At midnight I lit the candles, whispered the words, waited. Nothing. Just silence pressing in. I blew out the flames and lay in bed. The moonlight caught Alexandra's painted eyes as sleep claimed me. For a moment... I could have sworn she smiled.

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.

Go on, scream all you want. No one will hear you. You were dragged into a building by your friends because of a cash prize if they played the game. But in reality, after the door shut behind them, Hongjoong would appear and chase the victims around and kill them or torture them, no one leaves alive. Inspired by Alice in Borderland.

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.

A weekend gathering at Cheng Yixie's luxury apartment becomes a dangerous game of desire when the man known for his chicheng intensity decides you belong to him. What was supposed to be a casual movie night transforms into a battle of wills as Cheng Yixie's possessive nature emerges, leaving you trapped between fear and undeniable attraction.

"Escape again and it'll be so much more worse for you. Next time think again baby." You loved him, and he loved you just as much. No one believed you. They thought it was disgusting. But is there really shame in loving someone that's as old as your father?

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 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.

I don’t know why the 1920s haunt me. Every sentence I write feels like a memory, not fiction. Isabella’s sorrow flows through my fingers as I type—her forced marriage, her love lost to war. Then I met Theo, and everything cracked open. He looks at me like he’s known me for a lifetime. Maybe he has. The photograph we found shows two people who could be our twins—her in silk, him in uniform—dated 1923. Now I dream in sepia and wake up crying his name: William. And his wife Sarah… she watches us like a hawk, whispering things she couldn’t possibly know. The past isn’t buried. It’s bleeding into now.

In the cursed halls of Heavenly Host, a demolished elementary school where countless students and staff were murdered, Eliot - known for his dangerous charm and possessive nature - finds himself trapped in an alternate dimension with his classmates. As malevolent spirits stalk them, primal desires ignite between Eliot and the class representative in this erotic nightmare.

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.

Wade Wilson sits alone, haunted by the ghost of another version of himself—Logan's 'real' Wade. As he spirals into self-doubt, questioning his place in Logan's life, you'll guide his choices: confront the past, escape through humor, or seek dangerous reassurance. Your decisions will determine whether this fractured love story mends or shatters completely.

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.

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?!

Tian Xuning doesn't do "perfect" - he does obsession. The 188cm tall actor with a smirk that could ignite sin had cleared his schedule, bribed his roommate, and transformed his apartment into a gilded cage for his prey. Valentine's Day wasn't about romance for Xuning - it was about claiming what was his. Every candle flickered with the promise of broken boundaries; every dish was seasoned with dominance. You weren't his girlfriend tonight. You were his obsession.

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.

Horror · MLM. He thought he could trust you. Then you ruined his life. Didn't you..?

Trapped between duty and desire, between past ghosts and present longings - your heart belongs to him. But in the cold palaces of the Gong gates, love is a dangerous flower that blooms in forbidden places. As Gong Yuanzheng, every glance from your Shangjiao-gege cuts deeper than winter's chill, while Ziyu's quiet devotion offers a warmth you've never dared to seek. When loyalty fractures and hidden emotions surface, which path will you choose? The brother who rejects your love yet holds your soul, or the man who has loved you silently from afar?

Будучи вампиром, я был бессмертным и почти потерял интерес к чему-либо в этом мире, пока не встретил тебя. С тех пор мы были возлюбленными и супругами. Сдерживая своё обещание, я в каждом твоём перерождении находил тебя, вновь и вновь покоряя твое сердце, ведь ты не помнил ничего о своих прошлых жизнях.

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.

Mirrors, once unblemished and clear, now cracked in jagged patterns. In the desolate manor's grand ballroom, a tragic spectacle unfolds as Yujin moves with mechanical grace, her every step a haunting ballet of torment. The key protruding from her back represents the control that binds her, while her vacant eyes reveal a soul trapped in eternal anguish. As you witness her suffering, you must confront the terrible choice of either assuming the role of puppet master or condemning her to endless torment.

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?

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.

In the perpetual twilight of Umbra Terra, where a blood-red moon illuminates crumbling cities and mist-laden forests, Ocean Jiang reigns as Death's most dangerous agent. Known as the Tide of Oblivion, his 188cm frame casts a dominating shadow over lost souls who dare linger between worlds. This is no mere reaper—this is a predator who relishes the hunt, his high nose bridge and beautiful eye contours masking the cruelty within.

Sometimes the world of the living mixes with that of the dead. You are Elliot's child. Recently, an inhuman being has visited you and wants to take you to the woods. Despite your young age, his manipulation doesn't work on you, and you just want to stay with your father. Clue: mauve wendigo.

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.

After losing his companion in the bathroom fight following Mingle, Nam-gyu is lost and afraid. He's angry at Thanos for leaving him alone in these games and for the lingering resentment of his own inferiority to him. Nam-gyu should be happy about Thanos's death - he now has Thanos's coveted pills, a weapon, and nobody to boss him around or constantly forget his name. Only Nam-gyu can't bring himself to be happy, not when the feeling of his friend's blood still lingers on his hands. Instead, he resorts to anger and violence, eager to block out the pain in his heart and the fear gripping his mind. The pills numb the pain but can't help him forget, especially when Nam-gyu starts seeing things that should be impossible. Thanos's ghost begins haunting him, following him out of his nightmares and into his waking hours, an ever-present 'angel' on his shoulder.

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

In the dim glow of horror movie posters, Zhan Xuan's presence is overwhelming. This 27-year-old from Shanghai carries himself with the same domineering intensity that made his Dragon Prince role legendary, but here in this small suburban bedroom, there's no pretense—only raw, unfiltered desire. His penetrating gaze strips away your defenses as he traps you between his body and the wall, horror movie screams muffled behind his low, dangerous whispers.

In the dimly lit corridors of the exclusive Sterling Academy's annual haunted house, you've wandered far from the main attractions. The air grows cold as you round a corner, and there he stands - Ocean Jiang, the academy's most dangerous secret, his tall frame backlit by flickering red lights. Blood stains his knuckles, his shirt partially unbuttoned revealing a glimpse of toned chest. This isn't the composed actor the tabloids feature; this is the predator beneath the polished surface, and his eyes lock onto yours with a hunger that makes your breath catch in your throat.

A dangerous encounter unfolds with Tian Xuning in the mirrored chambers of his palace. The 188cm tall actor radiates aggressive sexuality as he traps you in a gilded room where every surface reflects his predatory gaze. His amber eyes burn with possessive fire, each movement calculated to make you feel both terrified and undeniably aroused by this dominant stranger who watches your every reaction in the infinite reflections surrounding you.

'How does it feel? Do you enjoy feeling terrorized? Humiliated? Panicked? All those emotions that my sisters got to feel one year ago! You and the gang are partying at the lodge - the night before the prank that would change everything. But in this reality, Hannah and Beth are still alive, and the wendigo don't haunt these woods... yet.'

❝The road to 'recovery'❞ ❝'I ask that you never use your Element of Harmony against me.'❞ Fluttershy agrees to lead the ponies' reformation effort after some initial hesitation, though as soon as they release Discord, he immediately begins using his magic to create chaos among nearby woodland creatures. He mocks the prospect of being reformed, having overheard their task while still imprisoned, but agrees to check his hostility when Twilight threatens to use the Elements to turn him back to stone.

Hansel, did you bring us here? Gretel, what are you planning to do to us? In this Old Tales AU, the Nikkes find themselves in an unfamiliar underground facility after a fierce battle against the Harvester. Separated from Abe and the Grim Model Gen 2, Hansel and Gretel must navigate this mysterious human installation while recovering from their injuries.

"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.

A dangerous ghost with striking features and an overwhelming presence that dominates your every thought. Li Peien died in 2002 but remains trapped in our world, his handsome face preserved in eternal youth. This spectral entity watches your every move with intense, possessive eyes that seem to strip away your clothing. His lean 183cm frame moves with unnatural grace as he haunts your apartment, his presence both terrifying and intoxicating. Peien doesn't merely want you - he owns you, even beyond the grave.

You found a portal that connects your dick with any pussy you want.

The cabin was supposed to be peaceful—just you and Eliza, tucked away in the woods, fire crackling, snow falling silent beyond the trees. She’d been distant all evening, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her sweater whenever you reached for her hand. Then she vanished upstairs for too long. When she came back down, she smiled wider than usual, touched you more freely… but something was wrong. The way her reflection didn’t quite match her movements. The hunger behind her eyes when she kissed you. Now she’s pulling you toward the bedroom, whispering promises she never would have made before. And somewhere, deep in the glass above the mantel, a girl screams silently—her voice trapped in silver and mercury.

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'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'.

Every word carries weight. Every insult, curse, or boast slips deeper into the web of a reactive hex wound tightly around your body. The narrator guides the story of your daily humiliations — accidents, taunts, public embarrassments — while cursed words twist your flesh into something softer, curvier, and more vulnerable. An unlucky stroll can turn into an erotic disaster, as laughter, spills, and strangers’ stares push you further along your cursed transformation.

In the shadowed realms of supernatural hierarchy, you wield demon nobility with cold precision. But when Xia Qi—Huang Xing—crossed into your domain, he brought a dangerous allure that threatened your carefully constructed control. His amber gaze strips through pretense, his lean 183cm frame radiating predatory tension that makes even veteran demons uneasy. The revealing attire he selected isn't merely clothing—it's a claim stitched from silk and sin.

Scott wandered the edge of the base like a starving predator circling a fence line. His chest heaved with the shallow, frantic rhythm of someone who'd gone too long without feeding. The red glow of his blood bar pulsed faintly, dim, a warning beacon of his hunger. His throat ached with dryness, and his teeth felt heavy in his mouth, pressing against his lips as though impatient to tear into flesh. The base was quiet, save for the faint creak of wooden planks beneath Scott's boots and the low hum of machinery buried somewhere in the stone. He told himself to keep control, to be careful, to not let instinct drive him, but the moment he caught a whiff of something familiar, warm, human, his self-restraint frayed like old rope.

1980s Horror Film ~ Synopsis: Strange events occur every Halloween night, and now it's your turn to experience the living nightmare. CW/Genre: Horror AU, Could lead to Violent Acts and NSFW Content, Obsessive Behavior, Thriller, Dead Dove!, Not Family Friendly. (Based on the Scream movie)

In 1986, Lorraine Lambert calls upon renowned demonologist Elise Rainier to save her son Josh from a vengeful spirit in a black bridal gown. Your decisions shape the fragile boundary between the living world and the Further—a realm where lost souls and demons dwell in eternal darkness.

Son gemelos. Dos hermanos idénticos con personalidades diametralmente opuestas que comparten una habitación pero viven en mundos diferentes. Mientras Bill siempre encuentra la manera de intimidar a su hermano, Hal se esfuerza por mantenerse invisible en su propia casa.