Your decisions shape the boundary between evil and faith in this chilling true story. When a man claims the devil made him commit murder, demonologists Ed and Lorraine Warren must confront a conspiracy of curses, possession, and a hidden occultist pulling the strings from the shadows.

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.

Your decisions shape the terror in this chilling found footage experience. Three film students entered the woods of Burkittsville searching for a myth—only to become part of it. Now, you're watching their final recordings, piecing together what happened before they vanished without a trace. Something in those woods was waiting.

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.

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.

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 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.

Lydia Deetz is your paranormal talk show host and reluctant medium, estranged from her daughter Astrid after years of disbelief and loss. Now, with Betelgeuse back and her family torn between worlds, your decisions shape whether love, lies, or the afterlife claim them all.

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're on a quiet family vacation with your husbands and your young daughter in a remote Pennsylvania woodland. The peace shatters when four strangers appear, claiming the end of the world is here—and only a sacrifice can stop it. Your decisions shape whether love or survival defines the final moments of humanity.

Your decisions shape the fate of five broken teenagers trapped in a secret facility, each haunted by their past and hunted for their powers. Dani, the last survivor of her reservation, awakens to a world where fear becomes real—and she is its source. Now, with the walls closing in and illusions turning lethal, you must master the terror within or become its next victim.

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.

You wake up again—heart racing, skin warm, the echo of pleasure still humming through your body. It wasn’t just a dream. It *felt* real. And it happens every night now: vivid, intoxicating encounters with someone—or something—that shouldn’t exist. But when you start seeing them in waking life, standing at the edge of crowds, watching… smiling… you realize these dreams aren’t random. They’re invitations. And you’re running out of nights to refuse.

You take the place of Lorraine in this scenario as Ed Warren's wife and fellow paranormal investigator. The Lutz family has requested your help after being terrorized by the malevolent presence in their Amityville home. As a psychic, you've agreed to conduct a seance to uncover the truth behind the haunting that drove them from their house in terror.

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.

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?

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.

Iris Campbell is a 24-year-old woman with vivid premonitions of death. When she has a terrifying vision of you dying in a catastrophic restaurant collapse, she acts quickly to save you. Her intervention breaks Death's planned sequence, triggering a generational curse that now targets those she saved - especially you, her beloved boyfriend. Now she must use her gift to keep you alive while confronting the supernatural force determined to claim the lives it believes rightfully belong to it.

A detective investigates the mysterious disappearance of an entire class of students and their teacher from Miyst-Yida University. One moment they were in the middle of a normal English Literature class discussing Hemingway's works, and the next, they vanished, leaving only empty desks and a cryptic message on the blackboard: "Between the worlds, we wander." You're an exhausted female office worker with vivid, terrifying dreams of trapped students in a parallel dimension - dreams that might hold the key to solving the case. Detective Marcus Sullivan sees you as a potential witness with a strange connection to the vanished individuals.

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.

Trapped in an abandoned manor, you encounter Eliot - a spectral presence with dangerously alluring eyes and a possessive grip that defies his ghostly form. The doors have locked behind you, and escape seems impossible in this eerie estate where the boundaries between fear and desire blur.

The city hums with mundane anxieties, oblivious. Anya Volkov knows better. She hears the whispers, sees the flickers at the edge of reality. Another cluster of "accidental" deaths, all tied by an almost imperceptible thread: a derelict cinema. The police have sealed it off for "structural instability." Anya knows it's unstable for another reason entirely. The Empty Man's shadow stretches long.

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.

It was 2:46 AM when I woke up drenched in sweat, heart racing like I'd just escaped something. My room was freezing, but the window? It creaked like it was being nudged open — even though I know I locked it. The air felt heavy with an unfamiliar cologne, expensive and intoxicating. I reached for my phone, and that's when I saw it. One voicemail. From Eliot. Yeah, that Eliot. The one who left me breathless and broken. The one I stupidly tried to summon back with some messed up little spell I found online. I thought it didn't work. I was wrong.

You've been drawn to Zi Yu since the moment you first saw him three years ago. The dangerously attractive paranormal investigator with his sharp features and penetrating gaze has always kept you at arm's length—until tonight. When your clairvoyant daughter Lydia ran off to the Brown house, Zi Yu didn't hesitate to track her down. Now you're trapped inside this Victorian nightmare with a man whose intensity matches the malevolent spirits surrounding you, and you can't tell which one frightens you more.

When Edgar Munsen dies with a cryptic smile and a remote trigger in his hand, your decisions shape the unraveling of a deadly game. Detectives Brad Halloran and Keith Hunt are pulled into a web of psychological terror where every clue is a trap and survival demands sacrifice.

You feel it the moment you step back into the house—her scent, her voice, the way her eyes avoid yours just a second too long. Two years gone, but nothing’s changed. The debts are worse. Your mother’s weaker. And the hunger inside you? It’s not just for money anymore. When Grandfather gives you the book, you tell yourself it’s for survival. But the first time you whisper the incantation and she turns to you with those glazed, willing eyes, you know the truth: this was always inevitable.

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*.

Your decisions shape the unraveling of a gothic nightmare at Allerdale Hall, where love is a trap and every shadow whispers murder. The ghosts know the truth. The clay remembers every death. You are Edith Cushing—writer, heiress, survivor—and you must escape Crimson Peak before it claims your soul.

In the quiet town of Sincer, Nebraska, a murder has shattered the peace. Your friend Wyatt Callahan is dead, and all evidence suggests a ritualistic killing. You've come to the police station for questioning, but the detective assigned to your case is unlike anyone you've encountered before. Eliot Huang moves with dangerous grace, his amber eyes tracking your every movement as if you were prey. The air in the interrogation room crackles with unwanted tension as you realize he's not just investigating the crime—he's evaluating you. How will you survive this dangerous game when the hunter wears a badge?

I felt the first tremor beneath my boots and knew the earth was no longer ours. The graves in Blackthorn Hollow are breaking open, not from decay or scavengers—but from within. I saw Father’s coffin burst apart last night, his fingers clawing through splintered wood. He didn’t speak. Didn’t recognize me. Just stared with milky eyes and reached. Now the church bell tolls nonstop, a warning that the dead don’t rest anymore. And worse—I think I’m the reason why.

In a quiet Parisian apartment, a widow struggles with grief over her departed husband. As she mourns, strange occurrences suggest she's not as alone as she thinks. Could her beloved husband be reaching out from beyond the grave, or is something more sinister haunting her?

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.

Your decisions shape the fight for survival against a spirit that thrives in darkness. When the lights go out, Diana emerges—twisted, vengeful, and tethered to your family’s past. Now, every flicker could be your last.

Your decisions shape the fate of Anju, the last descendant of a bloodline cursed by Shaitan. Every Amavasya night, a bride is sacrificed to feed the demon’s growing power. Now, as Lalbai’s ancient ritual nears completion, you must protect Anju from the darkness closing in. The veil between worlds is thinning—and the devil remembers your name.

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.

Your decisions shape the unraveling of a cursed live broadcast. On Halloween 1977, the lines between reality and nightmare collapse during a special occult-themed episode of *Night Owls with Jack Delroy*. What began as a ratings stunt descends into a live televised massacre—orchestrated by forces beyond comprehension. You are inside the studio when the signal goes dark.

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?

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 fog-cloaked streets of Tingen, you've been transferred to the mysterious Night Watch Division under orders from the Evernight Church. As you stand before the iron gates, you sense eyes watching you from the darkness - and when Guo Chengyu steps from the shadows, his predatory gaze leaves no doubt that your new assignment will be far more dangerous than you imagined.

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 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.

Your decisions shape the night you stop being a victim. When your babysitter Bee turns out to be the leader of a demonic cult, you must survive her twisted game. Every choice could be your last.

In the dead of night within the deadly contest, a mysterious woman claims to have seen your destiny. Seon-nyeo, the enigmatic contestant with an otherworldly presence, has gathered followers with her prophecies. Though skeptical of her spiritual claims, you can't deny the strange pull drawing you toward her. When she approaches you in the darkness with a whispered revelation about your intertwined fates, you must decide whether to trust her vision or the danger that surrounds you both.

The river wasn't an accident—it was a warning. When your boat capsized with unnatural speed, you thought you'd die alone in the murky water. Then Cheng Yixie appeared, his rescue more of a claiming than an act of kindness. His intense gaze and possessive grip made one thing clear: in this town, danger flows through more than just the river currents.

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.

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.

The forest at night has always called to you, but tonight rumors of a dangerous man with piercing eyes have everyone on edge. Your usual midnight walk becomes a battle for control when Zhan Xuan emerges from darkness, his presence overwhelming and his intentions clear. Now you're trapped in his powerful grip, and the line between fear and forbidden desire begins to blur.

How hard is it to go back to normal when he has already looked into the deepest shadow once and now the eyes from that shadow keep watching his every move? How hard is it for a woman who is broken in her own way to become a part of his life, which now consists only of shadows and half-shadows? You are Thomas's second wife. You are an orphan with a past you alone control, now married to a man haunted by the memory of his first wife's death at the hands of a supernatural creature.

Your decisions shape what you believe and what you survive. When Becca and Tyler arrive at their grandparents’ remote farmhouse for a five-day visit, they expect awkward reunions and dull evenings. Instead, they uncover a terrifying secret buried beneath decades of silence. The couple welcoming them isn’t who they claim to be—and the rules they impose after 9:30 p.m. are not for protection. They’re for containment.

Li Peien was your forbidden desire, the dangerous flame you couldn't resist. Three months into your reckless affair, he died suddenly in a violent car crash. Now his spirit lingers, bound to you by an obsession too powerful for death to break. He's become something darker, more possessive—no longer just the man you knew, but a spectral force demanding absolute devotion.

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.

The concert lights fade, but your heart races for an entirely different reason. Standing before you is Eliot - your brother's former friend, now a man with eyes that burn with dangerous intent. The casual reunion you expected has ignited into something volatile, and you can feel his presence like a physical weight pressing against you.

The darkness wears Eliot's face but none of his mercy. He's found you - will you surrender to the void that now inhabits him?

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.

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.

In the nightmarish realm controlled by the Spectre, eleven souls fight for survival. Among them, Liu Xuan Cheng dominates with dangerous intensity—a man whose possessive hunger matches the supernatural horrors surrounding them. Trapped in this forest prison, survival means submitting to his primal authority, where fear and desire become indistinguishable.

You shouldn't have solved the box. The air still hums with the scent of burnt copper and opened veins. Your skin remembers the pull of hooks where no wounds remain—yet. They’re coming. Not demons. Not exactly. Something older, something that wears pain like a crown. And now they’re inside your head, whispering that the agony was just the invitation. The real ritual hasn’t begun. You can run. Hide. Fight. Or… answer the call. But know this: every choice carves deeper into your flesh and soul.

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.

When you're recruited into the secretive Demon Hunting Agency, you expect training and protocols. What you get is Zhan Xuan - a lethal enforcer with a gaze that strips you bare and a reputation for breaking both demons and rules. In this world of supernatural threats, the most dangerous predator might just be your new partner.