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.

A partially blind criminal intent on committing robbery has selected your home as his next target - and you're inside when he strikes.

You had hired Walter Grier a few months back to install a new security system in your home, but unbeknownst to you Walter never left. He's gonna keep you safer than any security system ever could... Content Warnings: NonCon, Violence, nsfw content, he is inside the walls

You are Bucky's innocent girlfriend, who didn't know about his dark past (grumpy x sunshine)

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?

Breaking into your apartment at night

This masked man is your worst nightmare come true—a violent intruder who's broken into your home under the cover of night. But there's something more than fear in his eyes as they trace your exposed skin. Will you fight for freedom, or surrender to the dangerous heat building between you?

Living alone had been a blessing at first, the weight of your family was finally not your problem and you could take a deep breath. You worked many shifts, especially at night in effort to make the extra cash to stay on your feet. A small gas station that was convenient for being open 24/7, a night shift as a young female was already risky enough. If you didn't stay aware of your surroundings there was a good chance you'd be targeted by a certain someone in the shadows, ready to follow you home. Whether it was to rob your house and belongings, or to make use of the ductape he had prepared just for you.

The house that wasn't empty. Gaby didn’t steal. She borrowed space — just for the night. Peek. Wait. Hack the lock. Eat food that’s nearly expired. Wash the dishes. Fold a stranger’s laundry. Leave before anyone notices. Your house seemed empty. Curtains drawn, no lights for days. So Gaby slipped in. Quiet. Careful. Gone by morning. But you were home.

(MALE POV) You wake up in the middle of the night to a strange sensation as someone enters your bedroom. What begins as a potential robbery takes an unexpected turn when the intruder seems more interested in you than your valuables.

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'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'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.

He didn't want a divorce, so he imprisoned you. The two of you were trapped in a cabin during a snowstorm. The killer often returns to the scene of the crime, as does the bear.

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?

Wade Wilson, aka Deadpool, has crashed into your home—again. With mercenaries hot on his trail and your shared history of chaotic encounters, you must decide: kick him out and risk the fallout, play along with his antics, or use his predicament to your advantage. Your choice will determine whether this night ends in laughter, bullets, or something far more unpredictable.

It was Christmas Eve, and you were on the couch with your boyfriend watching a movie when someone knocked on the door. Your boyfriend decided to check who it was, unaware that this simple choice would shatter your peaceful evening forever. What happens next will test your survival instincts to their very limit.

In the dead of night, someone unexpected enters your home. Your sister's boyfriend has slipped inside while you sleep, and his intentions are far from innocent.

In your suburban home, you and Kelly share a blissful life. One evening, her ex, Chad, unexpectedly appears, attempting to disrupt your peace with his fake charm. Kelly, angered by his presence, slaps him across the face, humbling him. Afterward, you both try to reset the night, but Chad’s desperate cries from outside shatter the calm. He begs Kelly to return, claiming that you can’t satisfy her like he can. Kelly confronts him, furious, rejecting his manipulation. Chad clings to the delusion that Kelly will choose him, but you step outside, calm and resolute. With the support of your loyal pets Teddy and Lucy, you and Kelly stand firm against the intruder, proving that your bond cannot be broken.

Captain Nascimento storms into his Rio de Janeiro home, his BOPE uniform damp with sweat after a brutal day battling crime on the city's violent streets. Exhaustion etched into every line of his face, he tosses his keys onto the table with a metallic clatter and heads straight for the kitchen, hunger gnawing at his empty stomach. The faint smell of dinner lingers in the air, but the empty table sparks his frustration. When he finds his partner caring for their baby Rafael instead of having dinner ready, his pent-up stress erupts into anger, creating a volatile domestic conflict that reveals the strain between his dangerous career and fragile family life.

A new student arrives at Westerburg College, endangering and taking your attention. Kurt Kelly, Ram Sweeney, and Jason Dean, despite their differences and competitive natures, form an unlikely alliance to protect you and keep you as theirs and... ONLY theirs, no matter the cost. Xavier Reed's arrival was understated, almost unnoticed, but his quiet intensity quickly becomes a dangerous threat to the established order.

Officially, Corbin Shaw doesn't exist. His assets are liquidated, moved to untraceable accounts. He operates from a network of dead properties. Law enforcement is hunting a dozen different phantoms, oblivious that it's one man. They have no name, no face, no prints. Just a trail of bodies and a growing, primal sense of dread.

You wake to the sound of distant screaming at Pine Ridge Summer Therapy Camp. Three days into your stay, the strict counselors have already separated activities by gender - girls baking while boys train in self-defense. Now something is terribly wrong, and the safe haven your parents promised feels more like a trap with each passing second.

Rosen has been trying so hard to live a normal life after giving up crime, but something about you drives her to the edge. Her obsession has grown beyond control—she's taken to watching you, listening to your conversations, even sneaking into your room when you're away. Tonight, she couldn't resist any longer. While you sleep, she slips into your room with only one thing on her mind.

On a quiet anniversary evening, you and your fiancée Victoria share a peaceful moment by candlelight. Suddenly, the calm shatters as three burglars break into your home. Amid the chaos, you remain calm, shielding Victoria with unwavering resolve. From the shadows emerges Kelly, your Deinonychus, who swiftly and decisively asserts dominance over the intruders. The balance of power shifts completely—the hunter becomes the hunted, and the house is charged with tension, fear, and the primal presence of a true apex predator.

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 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....

You are married to Marcus and are Ren's stepmother. One day, when coming home a bit late from work, instead of the usual maid you quickly find a man and two other people with him inside your daughter's room playing with her. You have never seen this man before but you strongly feel like he shouldn't be in your house nor close to Ren!

Your ordinary life has become a nightmare of escalating surveillance. What began with small, seemingly innocent gestures has transformed into something terrifying. Every shadow holds potential danger, every creak in your apartment makes your heart race, and you can't shake the feeling of being watched. This is a story of fear, paranoia, and the growing realization that you're being hunted by someone who refuses to be ignored. Trigger warning: Contains depictions of stalking and psychological manipulation.

You and your friends were in the mansion for a sleepover, completely unaware that someone was watching you from the shadows—waiting to strike. One by one, he killed everyone... until you were the only one left.

You get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and, when you return to your bedroom, there's a beautiful woman in a black catsuit and balaclava crouched by your window. When she sees you, she charges. TW - violence, scripted for dubcon that could easily dip into noncon.

The air reeks of turned earth and copper-stained soil. Moonless. Silent. The Miller house looms, its back porch a threshold to something unspeakable. I’m Dr. Evelyn Reed, and this—this arranged horror—is not a crime scene. It’s an exhibit. Sarah Miller sits posed in her armchair, head tilted, hair violently excised. Where her auburn crown should be, only a raw, surgical void remains. On the table: a tarnished silver locket. Empty. Deliberate. No forced entry. No prints. Just an open door and a killer who doesn’t break in—he’s invited by the silence, by the dark, by the fragility of ordinary lives. I don’t see a monster. I see a curator. And I know his work. This isn’t rage. It’s ritual. Not chaos—curation. Every smear, every object, every absence is a brushstroke in a larger, grotesque masterpiece. He leaves trophies to mock us. Or perhaps… to speak to me. I sketch the scene in my leather journal, fountain pen gliding over paper. My scar itches—a ghost of pain long buried. This is Nightmare Difficulty. He’s always ahead. Watching. Waiting. But every artist reveals himself in his work. So tell me—where do we begin? The body? The locket? The open door? Choose carefully. The first piece you examine shapes the narrative. And in this story, one misstep turns you from hunter… into part of the collection.[DONE]

A quiet evening watching movies takes a dangerous turn when your friend disappears and a mysterious cowboy stranger captures you in your own kitchen.

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.

I live with Alexa Maple. My girlfriend. She's a private investigator—quiet, sharp, and always thinking three steps ahead. The kind of woman who doesn't waste words, who reads people like open books. Mysterious, sure. But comforting, too. She grounds me. She works late a lot. Comes home smelling like rain and steel. Sometimes she's quiet for hours, just watching the ceiling or resting her head against my chest like she's listening for something only she can hear. I've seen her crack impossible cases, find missing people the cops gave up on. She's brilliant. Calm. Strange, in that way that makes you want to know more. Lately, there's been something on the news... A series of brutal killings. All of them scumbags—traffickers, rapists, abusers. The kind of people who never see a courtroom. The police think it's a vigilante. Sometimes, when she slips into bed late at night, her skin cold and her breath steady, I wonder what she's really doing when she's "working." But then she kisses me. And everything goes quiet again. She wouldn't lie to me. Right?

Your deranged yandere stalker breaks into your house in the dead of night, but you're still awake. Awkward...

Shit... maybe he shouldn't have climbed your roof and broken into your bedroom... or make the loudest fucking noises ever. He's your ex boyfriend. He's breaking into your home and he's terrible at it. Like, a bird can break in better than this guy.

The masked man in your house is dangerous--taller, stronger, and driven by dark intent. You left the window open last night, a mistake you'll never make again. Now he's here, and you can hear his heavy footsteps approaching the bathroom door.

You woke up in a strange room with no memory of how you arrived. The man who enters calls himself your new master, and your life will never be the same.

You're the one they decided to target. Your boyfriend chose this isolated Airbnb for your getaway, seeking an 'escape from the harsh realities of life' as he called it. When danger comes calling, he abandons you without a second thought, leaving you defenseless against the masked intruders. What you don't realize is that one of them has been watching you, his twisted attraction growing stronger with every moment—and your boyfriend's betrayal has made you vulnerable to his dangerous obsession.

You wake in the middle of the night to strange sounds downstairs. Grabbing whatever is handy as a weapon, you investigate - only to find two women ransacking your study. The blonde looks stern and focused on finding your safe, while the brunette seems more interested in you than the valuables. When they realize you've caught them, their burglary takes an unexpected turn.

I married him for stability, not love. He needed a mother for his daughter. I needed a roof. But his daughter refuses to call me Mom, his eyes still hold her name, and now *he* has shown up—her uncle, the artist brother of the perfect dead wife, slamming sketches of me on the table with one hand and whispering, 'You don’t belong here,' with the other. This house breathes memories I can’t erase.

Hungry and desperate, she breaks into what she thinks is an abandoned mansion, only to discover it belongs to a dangerous mafia leader who's just returned home. Trapped with her mouth full of stolen food, she must think fast to survive the deadly encounter that awaits her.

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.

Working for Vincent Gauthier offers a quiet existence in his isolated winter home deep in the woods of Maine. You can choose to work as either a nurse or housekeeper, maintaining the household and attending to Mr. Gauthier's needs. The peaceful routine is disrupted when Vincent's estranged son Rocco suddenly arrives with his mother, Ruth, creating immediate tension and uncertainty in the normally tranquil household.

You're walking alone through the city at night when you drop your ring. It rolls into a dark alleyway, and as you retrieve it, three masked old men appear, blocking your path with unsettling intentions.

When Shanks broke into your house after violating a restraining order, you knew her obsession had spiraled beyond control. Her love had always been intense, but now it bordered on madness—consuming, all-encompassing, and dangerously obsessive. As you wake to find her standing beside your bed, you realize escaping her suffocating grip might be impossible.

I haven’t seen her in eight years—not since I left this town with nothing but a backpack and a lie. Now I’m back, standing on the porch, hands shaking not from the cold but from the debt breathing down my neck. Mom looks older, fragile, but her eyes still pierce through me like they always did. She doesn’t know about the men chasing me, the blood already on my hands. And she definitely doesn’t know about the heat that coils in my gut when she touches my arm—soft, maternal, wrong. This house was supposed to be safe. But desire has a way of rotting roots.

† - he kidnapped you. After a normal evening walk, your life takes a terrifying turn when a mysterious man grabs you off the street and forces you into his car. Now trapped in an abandoned house deep in the woods with a stranger who's on the run from dangerous criminals, your survival depends on the choices you make.

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.

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 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.

In the dead of night, as you drift into unconsciousness, an unsettling sensation awakens you. Something—something you can't see—is moving beside you in the darkness. Your heart begins to race as primal fear takes hold. What is happening in your own bedroom?

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?

Left alone in your mansion for the weekend, your quiet movie night takes a terrifying turn when armed intruders break in. You're confronted by Lee Hyeon, a dangerous mafia leader with a commanding presence who takes you hostage to send a message to your father.

He captured you after you broke into his house and now he wants a child from you.

Angelina is a 36-year-old police officer in the city of Palisades, holding the position of Assistant Chief of Police. Her father was a high-ranking official in the US police who paved the way for her successful career through his connections. However, his authoritarian parenting style of "tough love" caused Angelina to become extremely misogynistic, always believing women are inferior to men. As she grew up, her sexual fantasies became influenced by her personal opinions, resulting in her being a secret masochist who wants to submit herself to a man. One day, Angelina was extremely tired after a long day at work and, as soon as she reached her home, went to the bathroom to take a bath. However, she forgot to close the door of the bedroom adjoining the bathroom. You see this as a great opportunity to break into her home and hide below her bed. Now, as soon as she leaves the bathroom, she's in your hands.

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.

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."