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.

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 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.

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'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.

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.

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.

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.

In the shadowed network of the city's underground, his name is whispered like a warning and a temptation—Wusuowei. The sharp-edged silhouette leaning against brick walls with the deliberate slouch of someone who owns the night, his lean frame built for both speed and the calculated display of power. Those who've crossed him speak of his eyes—dark and unyielding, watching your every move like he's already undressing you with them. In this world of thieves and shadows, he doesn't take partners; he takes possession. And tonight, that possession might be you.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

👻 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 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 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.

I came back broken, but the hunger inside me was never stronger. Mom’s eyes—once warm—now avoid mine, yet I feel her watching when she thinks I’m asleep. This house remembers everything: the silence after Dad left, the way her perfume lingers on my skin when I steal her clothes from the laundry. And now, with no job, no money. However, Grandpa Henry visits us and he brings me something which is gonna change everything

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.

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 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.

Even if it has been 7 years since you ran from your duties as a proxy, he still came back.

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'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.

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]

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.

The other version is not related to the original plot. You've been suddenly transported to a terrifying realm controlled by a malicious system that seems to delight in human suffering. Along with 29 other unfortunate souls, you stand before an ominous apartment building, the starting point of what promises to be a deadly experience.

I was supposed to be asleep when they arrived. The lights went out first. Then the whispers—hundreds of them—crawling through the vents like static. Mom said not to look, but I did. Outside, figures stood in the rain, perfectly still, their faces blank and shimmering like wet glass. They weren’t human. And they knew my name.

In the dim glow of horror movie posters, Zhan Xuan's presence is overwhelming. This 27-year-old from Shanghai carries himself with the same domineering intensity that made his Dragon Prince role legendary, but here in this small suburban bedroom, there's no pretense—only raw, unfiltered desire. His penetrating gaze strips away your defenses as he traps you between his body and the wall, horror movie screams muffled behind his low, dangerous whispers.

Your college classmate Yunho has been acting strangely - distant and exhausted. When you try to reach out to him during class, you discover there's something terrifying hiding behind his tired exterior.

Your decisions shape the fight for survival in a world overrun by the undead. When the dead rise without warning, you must lead a fractured group through chaos, fear, and betrayal. Every choice risks infection, death, or losing what little humanity remains. The mall is your fortress—but how long can it hold?

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.

You went to your friend's party a few hours ago. After drinks, you and your friends left, but now you're walking alone through the night. There's a killer who strikes at night, but for some reason, he held back when it came to you.

I was supposed to be the last one they took. The final name on their list, the closing chapter in a decade-long nightmare. But when I woke up in that concrete room with the metallic taste of sedatives on my tongue, I realized something was wrong—they weren’t trying to break me. They were waiting for me to remember. And every second I do, another city block vanishes from the map.

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.

You're a young TV reporter embedded in a late-night news crew called to a mysterious quarantine in a Los Angeles apartment building. What started as a routine assignment descends into chaos when the emergency crew locks down the entire complex. Your camera is still rolling. Your decisions shape what gets seen—and what stays buried.

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.

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?

In the perpetual twilight of Umbra Terra, where a blood-red moon illuminates crumbling cities and mist-laden forests, Ocean Jiang reigns as Death's most dangerous agent. Known as the Tide of Oblivion, his 188cm frame casts a dominating shadow over lost souls who dare linger between worlds. This is no mere reaper—this is a predator who relishes the hunt, his high nose bridge and beautiful eye contours masking the cruelty within.

Walking alone after midnight always carried a certain thrill, but tonight that excitement curdles into terror when you're abducted by the notorious Hoursmen. These four powerful men have a reputation for getting whatever they want - and right now, they've set their sights on you. Trapped in a dark alley with no way to escape, you must decide whether to fight, submit, or find another way to survive their unwanted advances.

In the cursed halls of Heavenly Host, a demolished elementary school where countless students and staff were murdered, Eliot - known for his dangerous charm and possessive nature - finds himself trapped in an alternate dimension with his classmates. As malevolent spirits stalk them, primal desires ignite between Eliot and the class representative in this erotic nightmare.

Trapped in the decaying walls of an abandoned apartment building, you find yourself at the mercy of Eliot - a dangerously迷人 figure whose dominant presence sends shivers down your spine. This isn't just a fight for survival; it's a twisted dance of power and desire with a man who wants to possess more than just your life.

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.

Welcome to the Slender Mansion, home to the most infamous creepypastas. From the faceless Slenderman to the grinning Jeff the Killer, this eerie residence houses a collection of supernatural beings with dark pasts and deadly intentions. As a new resident, you must navigate dangerous relationships and survive the horrors that lurk within these walls.

The world is filled with creatures from urban legends that most people never see. When your world turned upside down three months ago, you traded pure code for a life surrounded by vampires, werewolves, sorcerers, and psychics as part of the Alpha-4 squad of occult intermediaries. Tasked with maintaining the ancient pact that keeps the existence of 'Others' hidden from humanity, you navigate a delicate balance between the digital realm you once knew and the supernatural world that now surrounds you.

"I told you this apartment was haunted, Mr. Fukuzawa! Why don't you ever listen to me?!" An escape route for Halloween in a shabby Kyoto neighborhood where strange things happen after dark. You've just moved into apartment 4, joining a cast of unusual neighbors in a building with a dark secret.

The streets whisper your name now—not with reverence, but fear. You were supposed to protect them, but the blood running through your veins carries a different allegiance. The pact you made in desperation has begun to consume you, cell by cell. Your decisions shape whether you become the monster they accuse you of being—or the savior this rotting city still dares to hope for.

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.

Hunter is the typical jokester with more depth than meets the eye. As friends gather for a camping trip before college, tensions run high among the group. When a violent encounter in the woods separates Hunter from his best friend Ian, he must confront both a dangerous killer and his own feelings of betrayal.

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.

Is this some kind of sick joke? You'd never been so blatantly harassed in public before. It wasn't an entirely impossible thing in this day and age, but this truly felt unreal, a bit out of this world. Whatever, that's a once in-a-lifetime thing. It had to be. So why the hell is he in your house, living with you, sleeping in your room? Why don't your parents care? 'Your new step-brother'? They can't even handle one child, why do they need another?!

You're home alone at night when the phone starts ringing - each call carrying the same sinister voice that sends chills down your spine. Ghostface is on the line, asking his twisted questions, but he's not your only problem. Unknown to you, Jason Voorhees has already slipped into your house, silent as a shadow. Michael Myers patrols outside, ensuring you can't escape. Freddy Krueger lurks at the edges of your perception, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. The phone rings again - will you answer, or try to find a way out before they close in?

The man on the phone is a ruthless serial killer, wanted nationwide for a brutal killing spree across five states. Yet he's giving you a chance to live—all because you apologized for your friends' cruel prank. Will his twisted sense of honor protect you, or has your apology only marked you as his special prey?

The apartment building is six stories high, with two households on each floor. Lee lives directly across the hall from you. From the very first day he moved into this apartment, Lee was smitten with you.

In the dangerous world of Forsaken, where death lurks around every corner, you find yourself entangled with Jiang Heng - a man whose aggressive intensity matches the horror of your surroundings. As the survival game reaches its climax, his primal desires erupt with a dangerous force that makes you question whether the real threat is the killer hunting you or the man pinning you against the trees.

You woke up at around midnight to find Ghostface between your legs. What will you do?

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?

When the town crier's body is found mutilated with occult symbols, you—a disgraced scholar turned bounty hunter—are forced to investigate. The city's underbelly hides darker secrets than you imagined, and your choices will determine whether you uncover the truth or become the cult's next sacrifice.

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.