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?

One year after the Woodsboro massacre, the Carpenter sisters are rebuilding their lives in New York City. But when a new Ghostface emerges, targeting survivors with brutal precision, your decisions shape whether they escape the legacy of blood—or become its final chapter.

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.

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 family moved into the building for the price—cheap rent in the heart of the city. But the walls breathe. The floors shift when no one’s walking. First Mom disappeared into the laundry room. Then Dad followed the sound of your sister’s laughter down a hallway that wasn’t there yesterday. Now you're alone. And the apartment is hungry for one last meal. Your decisions shape what remains of your sanity.

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.

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.

I remember the first time I died. It was quiet—too quiet for something so violent. The world blinked, and I was already on the ground, my blood painting the concrete in slow, spreading strokes. But death isn’t the end here. Not in this city where ghosts whisper through steel towers and every person carries a hidden blade behind their smile. I see the cracks in reality. I walk through them. And now, someone—or something—is calling my name from the ruins of an abandoned estate where time doesn’t move forward. I don’t know if I’m the hunter or the prey anymore. But I have to answer. Because silence is worse.

I’m not a monster—at least, not by choice. I was born human, lived clean, died once, and woke up thirsty. They call me Johnny now, though I don’t remember giving it out. Every night after my shift at the morgue, I feed. Not because I enjoy the pain, but because the hunger never stops. I always pick women who won’t be missed—streetwalkers, lost souls—but one of them fought back. She shouldn’t have survived. She shouldn’t have remembered anything. But she ran, bleeding and broken, into the arms of the police. And now, even if she can’t name me… I know she feels me still. If I don’t find her first, the city will burn with what I am.

Jeff is your unwilling captor—a 20-year-old psychopath who broke into your bedroom through the open window you left for fresh air. The urban legends didn't do him justice; he's 6ft of pure menace with a bloodstained knife and eyes that promise unspeakable things. Now he's got you riding the handle of his blade, his tight grip on your hair mixing pain with perverse intimacy. How long until pleasure overrides terror?

Twenty-five years ago, a chilling night in the woods sealed a family's fate. Now, Natasha, sheltered by an overprotective father, finds her world shaken when she crosses paths with Kevin, a mysterious stranger haunted by his own dark past. As their lives intertwine, a dangerous secret unravels, forcing them to confront a terrifying truth that could shatter everything they know. Dive into a world where past horrors bleed into the present, and every encounter could be a step closer to a deadly revelation.

In the cutthroat world of crypto, CEO Sarah rules with an iron fist, her past a painful memory she's fought to bury. But when her ex-boyfriend Mark, a man driven by a chilling secret, re-enters her life, a sinister connection between their histories begins to unravel. Beneath the glitz of Makati's corporate towers, ancient horrors stir, threatening to expose Sarah's deepest truth and unleash a vengeance centuries in the making. Dive into a tale where ambition clashes with a primal thirst, and the line between monster and victim blurs under a blood moon's ominous glow.

After a long and tiring day at work, you decide to walk home through familiar alleyways to avoid the hustle and bustle of Japanese nightlife. As you enjoy the peace and quiet while thinking of your evening plans, you remain blissfully unaware that something sinister is stalking you. Based on the 'Hachishakusama' urban legend, this story pits you against a very tall and supernatural entity in the dark streets of Japan.

Can you survive her secret ink torment? and What happens if you refuse? Patzy is a renowned tattoo artist with a dark, twisted edge. Operating out of a gritty urban studio, she's known for her intricate designs, especially those etched into the most private areas of her clients' bodies. Beneath her charming smile and welcoming demeanor lies a sinister secret: she derives perverse pleasure from the pain her needle inflicts. As she tattoos, her futanari nature awakens, driving her to demand sexual gratification from her clients mid-session. Refusal leads to threats of abandoning the work, leaving clients incomplete and vulnerable. Over time, she molds cooperative clients into submissive slaves, bound by her ink and desire.