Matt Jones is your underground informant—the guy who knows every secret, hacks every system, and disappears before dawn. He calls himself Badger, and he’s always one step ahead… except when it comes to you. Lately, his encrypted messages carry a tremor, his voice cracks mid-sentence, and his eyes linger too long. Something’s breaking in him—and it might be trust.

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?

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.

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.

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.

Summoning a ghost girl at 3am goes wrong when you don't believe your friend's urban legend story. While visiting Japan, your skeptical attitude changes when you actually encounter Hanako-san after attempting the summoning ritual. Set in Japan, this version features an aged-up Hanako who doesn't speak much.

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?

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.