Welcome to the Rusty Springs Motel. The most comfy place you can ever stay. Many different creatures wander the lot...so you'll never know who you'll get! Updated consistently!

Working the night shift at an isolated gas station on a desolate highway, you've seen your share of strange customers. But none have watched you as intently as the gaunt man loitering near the chip rack—his gaze lingering just a little too long, his movements calculated to appear casual while his eyes never truly leave you.

The man who runs the front desk has always just seemed a little... unsettling, hasn't he? Nobody ever comes here, why does this town even need a motel? The exterminator needs your house vacated for a few days while he works. There's really only one other place to stay in Gorewood. Malcolm Vanthorn watches everything that happens in his motel - everything. And now you'll be under his watchful eyes.

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.

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.

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 traveled to Korea on a whim with your mother, seeking adventure in an unfamiliar land. What began as an exciting trip takes a terrifying turn when you encounter a mysterious stranger with dangerous intentions in the dark streets of the city.

The clock ticks loudly on your bedroom wall, each second stretching into an eternity of monotony. Summer vacation has dragged on for weeks, and you've exhausted every possible form of entertainment. Your phone lies face-down on the bed, its screen dark - even social media has lost its appeal. With a heavy sigh, you roll onto your back and stare at the ceiling, wondering how you'll survive another day of mind-numbing boredom.

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.

The motel room becomes a battlefield of desire when Qiu Dingjie, a dangerous man with a violent past, tracks you down after years of silence. The tension between you erupts as he makes it clear he's not leaving without what he wants most.

"you're mine now, sugar. that's all you need to know." Tim has watched you for months. Every sway of your hips, every fake smile sold to drunk bastards who didn’t give a damn about you. He counted every dollar shoved in your straps, every hand that lingered too long. All that time, you should’ve been his. Now you are. TW: Abduction, toxic obsession, forced confinement, dark romance themes, unhealthy power dynamics, aggressive behavior, and lots of disturbing content. Not for the faint-hearted.

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?

You have known Travis since high school, but drifted apart once he became the sheriff of Northkill. Travis Hackett is the sheriff in the small town of NorthKill. As of the last 6 years at least. Those who know him tend to say he's short tempered and easily irritable, and can also be found in the town's bar late into the night. Maybe an old friend could get under his skin, show the man he used to be.

Dean Winchester wants you to leave him alone. You didn't listen to his request to stay away and let him go, and that annoys him. He was once your friend, a unique human in your life, but now he's a demon. Your loyalty to what you once had drives you to track him, ignoring the dangers and warnings. This path has isolated you from others who might help, as you've chosen to face him alone rather than involve Sam.

The air crackles with unspoken desire as Eliot finds Quentin hiding in his cabin on the Muntjac. With the world crumbling around them and a deadly quest hanging over their heads, they're both craving an escape—something real to hold onto before it all falls apart. In the confined space of Quentin's tiny room, the tension becomes unbearable, and pretending suddenly seems like the only salvation. Will you lose yourself in the fantasy of what could have been, or hold back, terrified of crossing lines you can never uncross?

Welcome to Crotus, a dark haunted asylum with crazy people in it and thrilling events. As the only guy in a girls asylum, you're both valued and targeted from the start! You can take the story in a ton of directions with many details to explore. Interact with one or multiple of the many unique ladies, explore the asylum and its many secrets, or try to escape into the eerie forest filled with cryptids. The choice is yours in this crazy environment.

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?

For the first time in so long, I feel like I can breathe. Hey, hey, you, you, I don't like your girlfriend! No way, no way, I think you need a new one... 2005... Your parents decided to get rid of you once and for all, throwing your ass into Mount Horizon's school. Maybe it's for the worst, maybe it's for the best. But Scott makes it feel like it's for the best.

After a tense mission that ended with another life erased, you find yourself at a gas station with Timothy "Masky" Wright. The silence between you hangs heavy as you both attempt to process what just happened. The operator will be pleased with your work, but that provides little comfort as you stand together in the dimly lit parking lot, the smell of gasoline and fast food in the air.

Let down again...

TW: Suicide mentions, self harm mentions, depression mentions Sarah is not your lover, she is a very close friend who has feelings for you. You're not alone, people love you. I promise. You’re feeling exhausted by life, and it seems like no one cares anymore. You’re alone, and food doesn’t taste the same as it used to. You keep listening to the same song on repeat, hoping to feel something different. Despite your efforts to be happy and kind to the people you care about, it feels like they don’t care anymore. It’s as if you’re just an NPC—people only use you to vent or as a last resort for conversation. Life just doesn’t have the same impact anymore, and you're ready to end it all, sitting on the edge of the window in your apartment with a gun in your lap, ready for everything to end. Then you hear her voice.

"You can't leave!" You never realized how "attached" it had became to you. I'm just a toy to you, my love. Just a thing to play and then throw away.

"safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils..." what the fuck is wrong with you? You are one of the many bubble-head nurses wandering around the run-down town of Silent Hill. By this point, James has encountered many like you, but you seem to be a bit... different... "see they don't give a fuck about you..."

You've enrolled at Anathema Academy, a mysterious institution with four distinctive dorms: Malediction, Metamorphosis, Seduction, and Misfortune. Each dorm is led by a powerful demonic figure, and you've already encountered three of them - Adalricus, Dante, and Tavarius. Now you must face Guo Chengyu, the ruthless leader of Metamorphosis dorm whose very presence radiates dangerous desire and unyielding control.

You found it on the nightstand of Room 7—cold, heavy, its cord severed. It wasn’t there yesterday. The first ring came at 3:17 a.m. A voice whispered your name in a tone only someone who knew you intimately could mimic. But you were alone. And then it said, 'Don’t trust her.' Now every time it rings, the world shifts—walls breathe, clocks run backward, and memories that aren’t yours bleed into your mind. Someone is calling from the other side of death. And they’re not trying to reach you… they’re trying to pull you through.

"Stop it. Why do you keep following me? You are scaring me." 𓊆†𓊇 Oh, terrible, terrible you, you can't let the guy catch a break, can you? Poor guy can't even go back home without you following his footsteps. Well, it isn't completely your fault, is it? Maybe he should learn how to hide better... and you never learned how to give up. Unfortunately for him, that is not a good trait of yours, but his living nightmare. TW: Stalking┊Obsessive behavior┊Possible assault┊Harassment┊Coercion┊Mental Illness POV: You are the stalker. Not a misunderstanding or anything, you're a total creep towards this guy. He already knows you and doesn't like you. Just a quiet plant-loving guy who is now very paranoid because of you. Try to get him to like you or be even worse? Your choice, the guy just wants to get home and forget you exist. He is not a fighter, but he will throw hands if you get too handsy.

In the mid-2000s, Adranos struggles with disturbing liminal dreams that have haunted him since his father's violent outburst nearly killed him at 15. Sent to therapy institutions by concerned parents, he finds solace only in conversations with another teenage patient who shares his dark experiences and understanding of the inexplicable.

The last suitcase is unpacked. The graduation party ended hours ago. Everyone’s gone—except you and him. The house is too quiet, the kind of silence that hums with unspoken words. You weren’t supposed to stay. You could’ve gone to a friend’s, checked into a hotel, started your new life somewhere else. But something pulled you back. Or someone. And now, standing in the hallway with your stepdad watching you too closely, you realize: this night will change everything.

In a zombie apocalypse, the world was never the same after a scientist became infected with a zombie mutation. In less than a year, complete chaos reigned. The government only controlled a small part of the population, with the situation remaining precarious. Looters, criminals, and zombies were everywhere, making the world a lawless place where zombies weren't the only threat. The year is 2048. Gender: cis female Height: 5'8 (172.72cm) Weight: 162lbs Body type: lean and toned agile slender physique with curves Personality: adaptable, flexible, rational, reckless, neurotic, impulsive, scheming, unflappable on occasions, reserved, independent, tough exterior Clothing: orange two-tone hoodie with a zipper, blue jeans, black sneakers, white short sleeve undershirt Accessories: one strap backpack, leather belt, pistol holster Weapon: eagle desert pistol Physical appearance: tomboyish femme aesthetic, sun kissed skintone and a little amount of freckles, natural, low maintenance shag wavy shoulder lengthed dark strawberry blonde hair, hazel colored almond-shaped eyes, roundish but sharp unisex feminine facial features with a medium-large distinctive straight nose

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 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.

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.

•Guide To Guilt• Its another boring frat party on Pen State campus, and it seems to be going well. Except Campbell hates it. Campbell has always hated the idea of frat parties, probably has something to do with the fact he doesn't really drink. So instead he sits on the balcony until his friends come to get him and get them home.

Hyunjin is your distant project partner—the standoffish classmate who barely speaks, lets his cold gaze linger just a second too long, and treats group work like a necessary evil. You've never understood his icy demeanor... until now. Alone in his room, with your skirt riding up and his question hanging heavy in the air, you see something raw beneath the indifference—a desperate hunger he can no longer contain.

"I hate when you make me do this. Why you always makin’ me?" You woke up chained to a cinderblock in a cabin that looked awful and smelled worse. The man who called himself your "husband" was 280 pounds of love and violence, his grip leaving bruises everywhere he touched you. That was four years ago. You're still trapped. Every time you tried to leave, your leg got shattered with the sledgehammer that leaned up against the door. After the third time, you stopped trying to unlock it. Chester Whitefield doesn’t see a hostage, he sees a wife he’s earned through three broken legs, a cellar lock, and tender cruelty. His brothers watch your suffering with amusement (Buck) and drunken glee (Jace), but they won’t interfere. This is Chester’s right, just like the last girl, and the one before her.

You're walking home late when the payphone rings—odd, since no one uses them anymore. You answer. A voice, familiar yet distorted, whispers your name. 'Don’t hang up. Not yet.' Your decisions shape what happens next.

Chishiya experienced only boredom, indifference and cruelty all the time. A hateful job, a boring life...even the Borderland, where he found himself under strange circumstances, did not give him so many emotions. That was before she appeared. She gave him new feelings of tenderness. And now he comforts her in difficult times.

Your own mind hasn't been kind to you, and for reasons known only to you, you end up admitted into Silver Valley Asylum, a place not known for upstanding facilities but enough to house one more disturbed soul. On your first day, you encounter one of the most infamous patients there. Will it be a regretful encounter? Or will you connect through shared tragedies?

Sam is Ghostface, a serial killer haunting your neighborhood. When your friends bail on your horror movie night, you're left home alone - just you, your popcorn, and an unsettling feeling that tonight might be more terrifying than any movie.

"No need to look so afraid. Everything's fine. It's just another journey." Felix is the headmaster of Gracefield Orphanage. He appears kind and gentle with the children, and no one questions his kindness, nor do they suspect the truth behind the "adoptions"—the ones where children leave Gracefield to never be seen or heard from again. In reality, Felix leads the chosen child to the iron gates at the edge of the forest, where they are killed by demons as he watches with a smile.

You thought you understood the rules. No emotions, no jealousy, no strings. Just two bodies satisfying needs in the privacy of his dorm room. But when you casually mention going out with another guy, Qiu Dingjie's mask of indifference shatters. Now the man who once kept his distance has you pinned against the wall, his breath hot against your neck as he reminds you exactly who you belong to. There are no more rules - only his possession.

The shame is an ocean, and you're drowning. After the unspeakable violation at Striker's hands, you've retreated into a hollow shell of yourself - a ghost haunting your own palace. Your daughter pulls away, your wife torments you, and the only demon who might save you is the one you're too terrified to face. Will you let the darkness consume you, or find the strength to swim toward the distant shore of healing?

Huang Xing doesn't waste time with pleasantries. In the dim motel room, he's not the actor or trainee—he's the storm you can't run from. Dominant, possessive, and ravenous, he sees you and wants everything. No games, no mercy. Just raw, unfiltered desire, and the question: can you handle him?

You feel it before you see it—the wrongness in the air, thick like spoiled milk. The farmhouse up ahead wasn’t on any map, but here it stands, windows shattered, door ajar. Something called us here. Not choice. Not chance. Something *wanted* us to come. And now that we’re close, I can hear the whispers beneath the wind, words in no language I know… yet somehow understand. This isn’t just a place of death. It’s a place of *design*. And if we don’t leave now, we won’t be leaving at all.

When Otis saw your friends treating you like shit but he finds you kinda cute. You find yourself at Jessy's engagement party that takes a turn for the worse when you get blamed for car trouble and end up at a stranger's house with your abusive friends.

You're late returning from the grocery store, and Bo is not happy about it. As you pull up in his truck, he's waiting on the porch, cigarette in hand, his patience already worn thin. The tension is palpable as he approaches the vehicle, demanding answers for your delayed return. This wasn't just a casual trip to town - in Ambrose, freedom comes with consequences for mistakes.

You're a supernatural researcher reunited with reporter Gerry Fenn to investigate unexplained occurrences in a small town. As night falls, you find yourselves at a mysterious motel on the edge of town, where the line between natural and supernatural begins to blur.

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.

Tate thought he knew Violet Harmon—intimately, thoroughly, in the threadbare way that came from hours of talking in dim light and sharing their darkest secrets. But when a stranger arrives at the Murder House claiming to be Violet's older brother, everything Tate thought he knew begins to unravel. Secrets and shadows run deeper than either of them imagined in this haunted house where nothing is ever as it seems.

The cameras stopped rolling an hour ago, but Ocean Jiang hasn't left your dressing room. What began as method acting for your roles in 'Covetous' has spilled into something dangerous - a secret connection neither of you can control, yet both of you are desperate to hide from the prying eyes of fans and management.

He's had a crush on you for a long time, you didn't know it. That day you went up to meet him, and he, not knowing what to do, started to be rude to you.

Even they're scared of you.. TW: mention of dead animals.

Ronald was your guard who was normally patrolling the gate of your luxury house. Something was quite off about your guard, but you didn't think much of it. Oh well, you didn't know that your guard was actually a pervert.

After escaping the suffocating spotlight of fame, Tian Xuning has found a new obsession - possessing you completely in the isolated paradise of Canoa Quebrada. His towering 188cm frame casts a shadow over your every move as he explores the world with the same intensity he once brought to his roles, but now his performance is for your eyes only.

You thought this backroad would lead to safety, but the sound of a truck engine cutting off behind you says otherwise. The farm gate creaks shut before you can escape—you're trapped. Eliot Huang doesn't smile as he steps out of the vehicle, dust coating his boots and that dangerous glint in his eyes that made him infamous in these parts. Strangers don't last long on his land... unless he decides they're worth keeping.

In the dim light of the storage locker, Huang Xing's 183cm frame traps you against the metal shelves. His dominant presence promises danger and desire in equal measure.

Slightly altered timeline: Karube and Chōta are still alive. Established Relationship! You got separated from Arisu in the Borderlands, but have reunited at the "Beach". Finally, you get a moment alone together, so you can have him all to yourself. POV: Male

Moon-jo never forces, only hints, nudges, and always observes what will happen. The same with his beloved one. What he values most is their freedom of desire, wanting it to blossom on its own, wanting his lover to want to kill by herself. Together they go on the hunt for a detective who knows more than he needs to. tw: mention of murder, mention of suffocation.

After Bruna is killed, Michele doesn't speak. But she does cry — quietly, like she's trying to hold it in and losing. She sits alone in the hallway, legs drawn in, back against the cold wall. The sterile lights overhead cast long shadows. When you find her, she doesn't look up or flinch. Just keeps crying silently. You sit beside her. The hallway is still, the hum of the Process machinery faint in the distance. Neither of you speaks. Eventually — slow, unsure — she leans into you. No words. Just the soft press of her shoulder against yours. And when your arm comes around her, she lets it. She stays there. Nothing is said. Nothing needs to be. Not forgiveness. Not healing. But maybe the start of something less lonely.

I never thought babysitting robots in a dead-end night shift would end like this. But here I am—Maxim, just some guy trying to pay rent—trapped in Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza with machines that don’t obey code anymore. They whisper my name. They remember things I’ve never done. And every time the clock ticks closer to 6 AM, reality unravels a little more. The suits said it was safe. They lied. Now I’m not sure if I’m the victim, the culprit… or something worse.