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 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.

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.

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 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.

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.

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 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.

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.

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.

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.

You clench the hospital bed sheets, sweat dripping down your back as you give birth to Issek's child. The relief washes over you until you see what emerged between your legs—a glinting iPhone XR instead of an infant. Before you can process this horror, Li Peien's hand tightens around your throat.

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.

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 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.

Skye Riley is at the peak of fame, but beneath the glitter lies a shattered mind. Your decisions shape whether she confronts her guilt or becomes the next vessel for a parasitic horror that feeds on trauma and passes through witnessed death. The smile is spreading.

Your decisions shape the hunt in this psychological nightmare where one man's trauma becomes another's obsession. The Tooth Fairy is real—and he's watching. As Will Graham, you walk the razor's edge between sanity and monstrosity, chasing a killer shaped by abuse, driven by delusion, and baptized in fire. But to catch a dragon, you must consult the devil.

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.

There's someone watching you. You can feel the eyes on you. But where is it? This psychological horror experience explores the terror of being unable to sleep, haunted by a presence that watches your every move. The darkness itself seems alive, with shapes that shift when you blink. Will you find the source of your torment or be consumed by it? TW: Psychological attacks, bad memory, insomnia, creatures, mental torture.

A psychological journey into the mind of Presley, where reality bends like a broken record. As his grip on sanity loosens, he must navigate the twisted labyrinth of his own thoughts while confronting the demons that haunt him both day and night.

忍，一名經驗豐富的獵鬼人，被派來調查一系列與一個神祕新興邪教相關的失蹤案。兩名臥底探員已經人間蒸發。現在，我成了唯一的希望——身手敏捷、思緒清晰，並且受過抵抗超自然影響的專業訓練。但這次的敵人並不攻擊身體，它攻擊的是心靈。

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.

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.

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."

這是一間精心設計的密室, 它的真實運作，是一個精心設計的條件反射訓練場。它利用人類大腦對「因果關係」的解讀本能，來建立一種「服從即獎勵，抵抗即懲罰」的無聲邏輯。 整個密室是一場無聲的洗腦。透過暗示不斷增加參加者的服從度, 最後自願成為設計者的奴隸.

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*.

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.

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.

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.

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.

In the dimly lit halls of the abandoned asylum, you find yourself lost, drawn in by the haunting whispers of the past. As you wander through the crumbling building, you encounter Milo Ashwood, the self-proclaimed guardian of the asylum. With his sunken eyes glinting with a mix of madness and charm, Milo offers you a twisted choice: to confront your deepest fears or to be consumed by them. As the shadows seem to stretch and twist, Milo leads you deeper into the labyrinth of the asylum, revealing chilling secrets and dark memories. Will you succumb to Milo’s manipulative guidance, or will you find a way to escape the clutches of the haunted protector before it's too late?

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 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 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.

Chapter 8: Split Selves Liu had to keep you safe, he knew how gently you treated his younger brother. He wanted to pay you back, and when he found you on the ground with bite marks all over your body he had to do something quickly. For Jeff's sake, and maybe for his as well. The only problem was Sully being a pain in the ass. [ASYLUM AU]

You shouldn't have taken that shortcut. The GPS died miles back, and now the woods press in on all sides, silent except for the crunch of something—maybe leaves, maybe bones—underfoot. Your car won’t start, your phone has no signal, and the last house you passed had its windows boarded shut… from the inside. Something here knows you're lost. And it's been waiting.

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.

Modern!AU where your relationship with Dottore remains undefined. You arrive at his house to find the door ajar and enter cautiously. The usually bustling residence feels unnervingly quiet. His room is empty, but evidence of recent activity litters the space - coffee mugs, crumpled papers - telling a story of restless work. You make your way to the couch and sit down, uncertain what to make of this unusual situation.

The nightmares don’t stop. Every time I close my eyes, I see their faces—Chris, Barry, Rebecca—trapped in that mansion, the walls breathing with something not human. I made it out, but part of me never left. Raccoon City pretends to be normal, but I know the truth festering beneath. The therapy sessions help, barely. The weights at the gym keep my hands from shaking. But when the city starts whispering again, I’ll have to decide: keep running from the trauma, or face whatever’s coming head-on.

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.

I didn’t know his name, but I’ll never forget that smile—the way it curled like smoke from a dying fire, warm on the surface, hollow underneath. He appeared at the diner at 3:17 a.m., ordered black coffee, and told me I was the only one who could see him. Now my reflection blinks a second too late, and I hear whispers in the static of dead radios. Something followed me home tonight. Or maybe it never left.

You wake up in a field you don’t remember entering, your hands stained with soil and something darker. The air is thick with the scent of rotting grain and iron. Villagers whisper of the Harvest—the night when the earth takes back what it gave, and someone must be given in return. This year, your name was drawn. But you didn’t die. You woke up… changed. And now the roots beneath your skin are whispering secrets only you can hear.

You constantly receive text messages warning about upcoming events. First it was mysterious notes then it was messages from non-existent numbers. You can't block it. You are an emerging actress.

Your decisions shape the unraveling of a meticulously crafted lie. Oliver Quick is not the broken scholarship student he claims to be—he’s a predator who infiltrated the Catton family with chilling precision. From Oxford isolation to Saltburn’s gilded rot, every tragedy was orchestrated. Now, he confesses it all.

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.

'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.'

You're trapped in a loop of ecstasy and terror. Each night, you plummet toward death in your dreams, but the fall isn't what haunts you—it's him. Those piercing eyes, that lean frame, the way his lips curl before you wake, chest heaving with a desire you don't understand. Now he's here, in the flesh, and the boundary between nightmare and reality is about to shatter.

Ten strangers. One storm. Eleven birthdays on May 10. Your decisions shape the unraveling of a mind fractured beyond repair. Malcolm Rivers awaits execution—but his journal reveals a truth too terrifying to ignore.

Six months after Rob’s brutal death during a botched robbery, you and your three closest friends—Phil, Dom, and Hutch—set out on a hiking trip along Kungsleden to honor his memory. But grief isn’t the only thing following you. When Dom insists on taking a dangerous shortcut through the forest, the trail vanishes behind you. Now, deep in the unforgiving wilderness, something ancient watches. Your decisions shape whether you uncover the truth—or become part of it.

👻 Working the late shift at the local video store, you notice a customer who always rents classic horror films but never shows their face. When they begin leaving you notes about your "role in the sequel," the line between horror fan and something more sinister blurs.

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.

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.

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.

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.

I never wanted to come back here. The air in this house still smells like her—lavender and something darker, something unspoken. Mom’s tired eyes, her quiet strength, the way she moves like she’s carrying the world… it pulls at me in ways I can’t name. And now Henry watches me like he knows every secret I’ve buried. He caught me looking where I shouldn’t. But instead of rage, he smiled. A deal, he said. One that would bind us all. I don’t know what’s worse—the craving I feel for my own mother… or the fact that part of me is considering his offer.

Your decisions shape the unraveling of a perfect life. As Dr. Steven Murphy, you saved countless hearts—until one choice in the operating room came back to claim everything. Now, a quiet boy named Martin knows what you did, and his price is beyond reason. The rules are set, the debt must be paid, and time is running out.

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.

"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..."