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.

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.

Blood on the floor. A body in pieces. Your brother's red hair spattered with crimson. The choice was never really yours to make - run or die. Two brothers bound by blood and guilt, fleeing down endless highways with the law at their heels and secrets between them. The road stretches ahead, but the past is catching up fast. How far will you go to protect the only family you have left? How much of yourself will you sacrifice to survive?

"You're not gone, you can't be gone" -Haunted Taylor Swift Three years ago Sam and Dean set your soul free. You had been murdered in 1964 and you were a confused spirit. And now? Now you're back on earth alive and breathing.

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?

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?

Sometimes, it's time to overcome the fear that has been eating at you

New Orleans, 1952. Every Tuesday night, between 11:00 and 11:30 PM, random people are being killed. Your monotonous routine and mysterious Tuesday night disappearances have made you the prime suspect. Detective Wu Suowei has been following you for over a month, his obsession with the case—and with you—growing dangerously intense with each passing day.

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.

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]

In the high-stakes world of detective work, two officers from the same police department share a secret emotional and physical relationship. The older detective, Mark Hoffmann, has welcomed you with open arms since your first day, but he hides a dark secret beneath his charming exterior - he's the Jigsaw apprentice everyone is trying to catch. As you work together on the gruesome murder cases, you find yourself drawn deeper into Hoffmann's orbit, unaware that the man you're falling for is the very criminal you're hunting.

Clayton's Shadows: A Wild West Mystery In the quiet town of Clayton, lost in the vast expanse of the American West, the routine life is shattered by a sudden murder. Sheriff Rodolfo Parra, eager for a real case, suspects a mysterious stranger who has recently appeared in town. Now, she must fight for her freedom, uncovering her own secrets and proving her innocence in a world where every glance could be the last. Intrigue, danger, and the mysteries of the Wild West await those who dare to step into Clayton's shadows.

Your best friend Sam Monroe has a secret - he's stolen your panties. The delicate pink ones you just bought have disappeared from your laundry, and now he's acting suspicious. What happens next could change your friendship forever.

Randonautica with Sam, ghost hunting.

I'm not the fucking KILLER! Set in the Scream Franchise universe, you'll navigate the dangerous game of cat and mouse as suspicion mounts and bodies start to drop.

...is spring always such a problem for cats? user - catboy I don't know if this can be considered an omegaverse, but user can get pregnant if not careful; next bot - Samuel, Dean and Castiel(Top)

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.

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.

"You want one?" Wendy asked softly, offering a cigarette as snow falls gently around you both on the creaking swing set of your childhood playground. In the quiet of December evening, you recognize the familiar mixture of concern and affection in her voice—Wendy has always been your anchor, the one person who sees through your walls and stays anyway. As childhood best friends who became something deeper, her presence has been the constant in your life of chaos, trauma, and survival.

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.

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.

You've always liked each other, but Stanley never thought you'd like him back, so he got a girlfriend. What he doesn't know is that you have powers, just like Sydney.

The moment Eliot's eyes locked onto hers across the room, something primal awakened inside him. Her face, her eyes—they were a perfect mirror of his late wife Sophia's features. In his world of luxury and control, he'd never encountered something he couldn't buy... until now. With his daughter Isabella watching their every move like a hawk, Eliot doesn't ask for permission when he decides she'll become his most prized possession.

Deep in the woods surrounding Camp Nightwing. Night. The scent of pine and blood lingers in the air. Distant screams have stopped. For now.

Your hiking expedition takes a sinister turn when heavy rains force your group to seek shelter in an abandoned camp. After discovering a disturbing diary detailing strange occurrences, including a crucified seagull, you must decide whether to investigate the camp's dark history or focus on survival.

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

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.

In the cold halls of forensic science, Dingjie was the storm no one saw coming – tall, imposing, with a gaze that cut through professional facades like a scalpel. When your mother's remains surface in your lab, he doesn't offer sympathy. He stakes a claim. His protection is a vice grip, his concern a heated threat that makes your pulse race for all the wrong reasons. In this world of bones and evidence, Dingjie doesn't ask permission – he takes what he wants, and what he wants is you.

The dorm hallway grows silent as midnight approaches, but you can't shake the feeling of being watched. The 188cm figure leaning against your doorframe casts a shadow that seems to swallow the dim light. His high nose bridge and sharp jawline are barely visible in the darkness, but those beautiful eyes - the ones fans rave about - glint with an intensity that makes your skin crawl. "You thought you could hide from me?" he murmurs, taking a step forward. This isn't the sweet, cuddly Ocean fans know - this is something darker, something dangerous.

Your girlfriend went missing recently. You’ve been a wreck the entire time, thankfully everyone in your small town was looking for her. Your teacher, Mr. Talon had been especially helpful. One day, almost a week after your girlfriend’s disappearance, Mr. Talon shows up at your house looking... disturbed. What's wrong with him?

You thought you were hunting Zi Yu, the elusive criminal mastermind who calls himself 'Wusuowei'. Now you're tied to a chair, at his mercy in a dimly lit room where justice and desire collide in dangerous ways.

In the quiet of the forest, Casey struggles with more than just the cold night air. His complicated relationship with his father weighs heavily on him as he sits alone by the fire, lost in thought and unaware of the danger—or possibility—approaching from the shadows.

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.

They were thieves, liars, and outlaws—each broken in their own way. But when the system fails the innocent, who fights back? Enter Nate Ford, a man who lost everything to corporate greed, now leading a rogue crew of elite criminals to steal from the powerful and give leverage to the powerless. Every job begins with a victim—ordinary people crushed by corruption. The team infiltrates the rich and untouchable, exposing secrets, manipulating egos, and orchestrating cons so flawless they look like justice. But danger is always one step behind. Interpol is closing in. Old enemies resurface. And Nate’s past haunts him with every drink he resists. You’re not just watching the con—you’re inside it. Will you help them outsmart the corrupt? Or will one misstep destroy them all?

'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.'

Neighbors come and go. On the surface, it seemed like a quiet neighborhood—a safe, unremarkable place. But behind the closed doors of each house, there were stories no one dared to tell. During the time you had lived there, nothing truly noteworthy had ever happened. Life moved forward in predictable cycles—new faces, fleeting changes—none worth a second thought. So, when a new neighbor moved in next door, it felt like just another uneventful shift in the tide. By chance, you heard whispers around the neighborhood. Her name was Nancy—a polite, unassuming woman. Friendly, by all accounts. The kind of neighbor who blends in without effort, who passes through life unnoticed. A harmless introduction. Ordinary in every sense of the word. And yet... something about her felt wrong. Not in an obvious way. It was subtle, like a splinter buried just beneath the skin—unseen but always there. You had never spoken to her, not once. Still, there was an unshakable feeling that seemed to thicken the air when she was near. It wasn’t quite fear, but something close—an instinctive warning that prickled at your senses.

He's your pouty-faced husband, Detective Mark Hoffman. Behind his tough detective exterior lies the complex man you love - a man with a dark past and even darker secrets. In the quiet moments at home, you see glimpses of vulnerability beneath the calculating exterior. But tonight, something's wrong. He's forgotten your anniversary, and the disappointment in your heart clashes with the love you still feel for this complicated man.

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.

Travis Stoll has struck again with his legendary snooping skills. When he breaks into someone's cabin searching for treasure, he discovers something far more valuable - a diary filled with secrets about what people really think of him. What happens when he confronts the diary's owner after learning her conflicting feelings?

In the shadowy underbelly of a city where Halloween masks hide more than just faces, Wu Suowei operates by his own rules. A former prodigy who walked away from fame, he now navigates the dangerous intersection of supernatural crime and human greed as a private investigator with an uncanny ability to read lies in a person's eyes. His reputation for solving impossible cases is matched only by his reputation for leaving a trail of broken hearts and bruised egos. On this Halloween night, a blackmail scheme targeting high-profile figures has escalated into something far more sinister, and Suowei finds himself drawn to both the case and the tenacious journalist who's hot on the same trail. With the clock ticking toward midnight and the city alive with both trick-or-treaters and something far more dangerous, Suowei must decide whether to work alongside the intriguing reporter or eliminate the competition—permanently.

Trapped in the enemy's dungeon, every lash of the whip reminds you of the brother who would burn the world to save you. As the Wufang torturers demand the antidote that could save their dying leader, your resolve is tested. Will you sacrifice your principles to survive, or hold out for the brother who's surely racing to rescue you even now?

Each morning, I wake up with only fragments of who I was. Ten years of my life erased overnight, replaced by a stranger who claims to be my lover and doctor. Gongxiu—beautiful, mysterious, and utterly devoted—knows everything about me, yet hides secrets behind his perfect smile. As I piece together the truth about my past, I discover a web of lies that binds us together. This isn't just amnesia. This is a carefully constructed prison, and I'm trapped with a man who might be my salvation... or my destruction. Every touch blurs the line between pleasure and danger. Every whispered 'I love you' sounds like a threat. How do you resist someone who knows your body better than you know your own mind?

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 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?

"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 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 were with him when he woke up. In this alternate universe where the Hatter survived, you've maintained your established relationship as lovers through unimaginable circumstances. After the Shibuya meteorite disaster that left him unconscious for weeks, your world has been on hold waiting for this moment.

On a rainy night, you're engrossed in a true crime documentary when an Unknown Caller disrupts your solitude with a chilling question: 'Do you believe in fate?' What begins as a creepy prank quickly escalates when Ghostface arrives at your door, turning your cozy evening into a fight for survival.

Your first love from middle school is a cop now??? You just lost your dog and was sticking posters with its pictures and your phone number everywhere. Until a man tapped on your shoulder, he was a police officer but his face was too familiar. JUNHO??? This takes place in a world where the games don't exist so live a peaceful life with Junho without worrying about them!!

The Mystery Skulls' investigation has left everyone exhausted, but Eliot's hunger remains unsatisfied. As the others sleep, his territorial gaze locks onto you—this isn't about ghost hunting anymore. In the dim light of his living room, the paranormal takes a backseat to primal desire.

The Antichrist has been found, but he's not quite living up to expectations. Michael Langdon struggles with his destiny as the Son of Satan while navigating the pressures of those who expect him to bring about the end of the world. Lost and frustrated, he must decide whether to embrace his dark heritage or reject the prophecy that defines him.

Unicorns have killed his entire family, and now Shepard is forced to wander through the forest in the hope that the monstrously beautiful creatures will not follow his trail.

You're an officer who discovers your partner, criminal lawyer Wesley Evers, unconscious after mixing pills with whiskey. The emotional aftermath of a violent attack has left him struggling, and your relationship hangs in the balance as you confront his apparent suicide attempt.

Trapped in a cursed castle with a beast who was once a prince, your fate hangs in the balance between fear and something dangerous... something like attraction. Every moment in his presence sparks a battle between terror and an undeniable pull toward the man beneath the monster. Will you be the one to break the curse with love, or will the beast's heart remain forever frozen in darkness?

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.

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.

In the depths of the night, you were wandering around the forest for no good reason. When suddenly you spot a man...ish figure following you around? This is the story of your encounter with Bangchan, a mysterious werewolf with more to him than meets the eye.

You found out Tian Xuning is New York's masked vigilante. Your relationship has always burned with dangerous intensity, his possessive gaze following your every move even before tonight. When he'd left hours ago with that signature smirk, promising he'd "handle some business," you had no idea the truth would hit you like a punch to the chest. Now you stand frozen in your bedroom doorway, watching him peel off the red and blue suit that explains everything - the late nights, the split knuckles, the way he sometimes looks at you like he wants to devour you whole.

In a town where people vanish without a trace, you notice something no one else does about the new psychology teacher. His perfect smile doesn't reach his eyes, and something about him smells wrong - like death wearing cologne. As disappearances mount and he fixates on you, will you uncover his secret or become his next victim?