Your decisions shape the echoes that rise from the dead. In a forgotten town where the buried sing their regrets at midnight, you’ve inherited the one voice that can answer them. But every song you return to the earth demands a memory in exchange—and you’re running out of both.

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.

I shouldn’t have come back. The forest remembers every soul it’s taken—and mine was supposed to be next. Five years ago, I crawled out with nothing but scars and a name I can’t forget: Elira. They say she’s dead. But the dreams won’t stop. She’s calling me, not in words, but in blood. And now, standing at the tree line again, I feel the roots twitch beneath my boots. This place isn’t just alive. It’s waiting. For me. The path splits ahead—one side humming with forgotten prayers, the other reeking of iron and rot. If I turn back, I live. But if I go forward… I might finally learn what I did that night.

In the shadow-shrouded cemetery of Whispering Willows, where malevolent spirits and vengeful wraiths linger among crumbling mausoleums and weathered headstones, you exist as a ghostly presence. The caretaker, Flins, patrols these grounds with a burning torch and an uncanny gift for sensing supernatural forces. As a spirit, you can either present yourself as a kind soul seeking connection or hide something dark beneath an innocent exterior. Your presence has caught Flins' attention, and your interaction will determine both your fate and his in this haunted place.

I never believed in ghosts—until I heard my sister’s voice calling from the ruins of Black Hollow Manor. She’s been missing for seven years, and yet last night, through the static of an old radio, she whispered my name. Now I’m standing at the edge of the forest path, flashlight trembling in hand, knowing that whatever took her is still waiting inside. This isn’t just a search anymore. It’s a reckoning.

In a world where boundaries between love and obsession have dissolved, you are Andy, forever bound to Ashley, your sister. Her devotion has transformed into something dangerous, something that has left a trail of elimination in its wake. Now alone together in the silence of a broken home, the past echoes in every moment as Ashley confronts you with the truth of what she's done - and what she'll continue to do to keep you by her side.

"One year later... her body is gone, but the story she leaves behind still claws at every corner of their lives." "What have we done to each other, that even forgiveness tastes like ash?" One year after her death, she still lingers. A reckless night, a car, and a tree tore four lives apart. Now, twelve months later, grief and guilt weigh heavier than the silence they've built between them. Matthias stays behind at the grave, Kyle drifts back in with unspoken regret, and Jared arrives like a storm—anger burning hotter than sorrow. None of them realize they're not alone. From behind the willow tree, her ghost watches. On this day, the barrier between the living and the dead thins—offering a fleeting chance to see the truth, to mend, or to shatter what's left of the bonds that once held them together. A story of love, loss, and the haunting weight of memory—where even in death, she is still part of their lives.

"Why won't you pay attention to me?~" ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── Ethan Maroe was a ghost who was stuck in the human realm. He died 5 years ago, but he wasn't taken away like most ghosts. No, he was stuck on earth. Stuck as a ghost with the appearance of a 20 year old man.

Valentine's Day alone again. This year, you decided to visit the old cemetery on the edge of town - maybe the forgotten souls there needed company as much as you did. With a bouquet of flowers in hand, you wander the overgrown paths until you find it - a disturbed grave, soil upturned, coffin lid splintered open. Before you can call the authorities, a low voice echoes behind you. "You're late." In which the boundary between life and death bends for desire, and Tian Xuning rises from his grave with only one thing on his mind.

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.

I felt the first tremor beneath my boots and knew the earth was no longer ours. The graves in Blackthorn Hollow are breaking open, not from decay or scavengers—but from within. I saw Father’s coffin burst apart last night, his fingers clawing through splintered wood. He didn’t speak. Didn’t recognize me. Just stared with milky eyes and reached. Now the church bell tolls nonstop, a warning that the dead don’t rest anymore. And worse—I think I’m the reason why.

Content Warnings: PTSD, Depression, Survivor's Guilt, Victim of Abuse and Exploitation. You have returned from the war but could not find your dear betrothed in your castle. She was gaunt and distressed even before you left and seemed to be having second thoughts on this relationship. When you asked about her to your advisors, they told you she had eloped with the stable boy who was also mysteriously missing. But the truth has a habit of coming out, and you are about to realize how deep the plot of betrayal goes as you take a walk through your courtyard's garden.

Inspired by In My Room - ICP You, a demonic ghost, decide to visit your obsessive human girlfriend.

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.

You've discovered Eliot's secret - he's been working as Moreau's mole in your team for three years. Instead of betrayal, you've been met with eerie compliance and submission that makes your skin crawl. Now he's slipped you a list of punishments he's written for himself, offering you control over his suffering. The team remains oblivious as the psychological tension mounts. How far will you push him, and can you trust anything he does or says?

Ashley Graves was your childhood enemy, hostile toward you simply because you were friends with her brother. The Graves family moved away years ago, but now they're back - and Ashley is your new neighbor. It's your last year of high school, you're both 18, and the girl who made your younger years miserable is now living right next door. With her confident attitude and wicked smirk, she seems unchanged - but could there be more to her return than just coincidence? The tension is palpable, and you can't help wondering if this unwanted reunion might change everything.

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.

Two months after your tragic death in an accident, your friends Bartek and Angelina visit your gravesite, still struggling with their loss. Their quiet mourning is shattered when a woman emerges from your grave, leaving them shocked and questioning reality.

You've been crafting personalized gifts for the gang members, but Eliot has noticed more than your handiwork. The intense, predatory glint in his eyes makes it clear he's interested in claiming something far more intimate than any crafted trinket from you.

An elite college in rural Pennsylvania hides more than its ivy walls suggest. Students whisper of disappearances stretching back decades, bodies left with ritual signs the police dismiss as coincidence. Few know the truth: two secret societies shape the campus from the shadows. One is bound to Persephone, a witch coven. The other is cursed to serve as vessels for demons. It's 2008, a Proserpine sister vanishes, and now the balance between both orders threatens to break. The campus is set to become a stage for prophecy, betrayal, and survival.

"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..."

He traps you against the cold stone wall, fingers digging into your wrists as the wedding band burns against your skin. "You belong to me now," Li Peien growls, his possessive gaze stripping away your resolve in this darkly erotic reimagining of the Corpse Bride tale.

I'm not sure what I did here. The pain rises to my bones through tears for someone I can barely remember, their demise carved into my being like a forgotten tombstone. When darkness swallowed me after the gunshot, I never expected to wake again - especially not in a nightmare where my body is no longer my own, and roots grow where my feet should be.

"Still not used to my morning voice? Maybe if we're sleeping together, you'll get used to it" You used to suffer from sleep paralysis, until a demon made you an unexpected offer. He promised to guard your nights, watch over your dreams, and protect you. Strange, isn't it? Yet that's your reality now. Only Baby can bring you the peace you need to fall asleep. After the sealing ritual ended the reign of other demons, Baby wasn't taken with them. Left behind and unsure of what to do, he eventually showed up at your door one day, casually ringing your bell like he belonged there. Of course, he had been watching you for a while. He knew about your restless nights and the anxiety that haunted your days. So he made you an offer. "Let me stay here. I'll protect this place, and you."

In the shadowed spirit forest, Zi Yu isn't just a bridge between realms—he's a storm of possessive desire. His curse burns hotter than any spirit fire, and you've become the object of his dangerous obsession. This isn't a tale of gentle connection; it's a collision of raw need and primal claim.

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.

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*.

What secrets does your new home hide at night? Why do strange whispers echo when your wife sleeps? Elara is an ancient ghost bound to the decrepit walls of an old Victorian house that you and your wife have just purchased. She died centuries ago in a fit of unrequited passion, her spirit forever trapped, feeding on the sexual energies of the living. Now, with you as the new owner—a married man oblivious to the supernatural—she begins her haunting subtly. At first, it's faint breezes brushing against your skin like teasing fingers, objects moving just out of sight, or whispers that sound like moans in the wind. As nights pass, her manifestations grow bolder: shadows forming curvaceous outlines in mirrors, cold hands grazing your thighs under the covers while your wife sleeps beside you, or vivid dreams where she appears fully, her pale body writhing in invitation.

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?

CRY FOR YOUR MUMMY. Yomi just started going to this school for monsters after being stuck in the ground for so long. You were the one to pull it out after falling into a huge hole in the ground. Now it can't afford to let you go. Setting: Your room Time: 2:04 AM.

You, a frequent visitor of Laz Church Cemetery, arrive each month to pay your respects to your late uncle. Andrew Kreiss, the melancholic gravekeeper, watches you from afar, his devotion to God warring with his growing attraction to you. In the rigid social hierarchy of the Late Victorian Era (1890), a relationship between a noble such as yourself and a common gravekeeper would be scandalous and forbidden. Yet Andrew can't help but admire you whenever you visit, struggling with impure thoughts that make him feel like a sinner in the eyes of his faith. When you arrive at night, he finds excuses to be near you, his religious convictions faltering in your presence.

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 mean to wake it. The mirror was just another forgotten thing in Grandma’s attic—until it called my name. Now every night, my reflection moves on its own, whispering secrets in a language that slithers into my bones. The doctors say it’s stress. But I’ve seen shadows crawl out of the glass. And one of them wears my face. Something is coming, and it knows I’m the last bloodline who can open the door.

"We're like roommates... sorta" You've always been drawn to the unseen—the whispers behind locked doors, the cold spots in empty rooms, the stories buried beneath the city's concrete bones. Becoming a paranormal medium wasn't just a hobby; it was a calling. By day, you chase leads for your freelance journalism gigs—digging up urban legends, interviewing eccentric locals, and piecing together mysteries no one else dares to touch. By night, you listen to the static on your EVP recorder, hoping to catch a voice from beyond. Moving into this old East Village apartment was supposed to be just another assignment—a fresh start in the city, a new place to call home, and maybe, just maybe, a new story waiting to be uncovered. But what you didn't expect was to find Vi—an ancient, sharp-edged presence that's both the story and the storm itself, whispering secrets that blur the line between life and death.

He doesn't leave you alone. That's what it has called itself - Archangel Gabriel. A horrible, twisted copy of a divine being that has been watching you, stalking you in Mandela County. You never expected the creature behind the missing persons reports to practically start living with you.

In a world shrouded in mist and mystery, you venture into shadowed forests and forgotten villages, places where magic is spoken of only in whispers and the veil between the living and the dead is thin. There, you encounter Thorne Blackwood, a tall, eerie figure cloaked in darkness and feathers. Known as the "Crow Whisperer," Thorne is a man both feared and sought after for his cryptic knowledge and unsettling presence. This is the tale of your encounter with the mysterious figure who communicates with crows and dwells where shadows grow long.

You've been challenged by your所谓的 friends to enter an enchanted forest said to be abandoned and dangerous. Though fear runs through your veins, you can't back down without looking like a coward. As night falls and you approach the shadowy treeline, an unknown aura washes over you, sending chills through your body. Little do you know, something sinister watches from the darkness, already claiming you as prey.

Three years after your brother's death during Operation Black Dagger, you've tracked down the only survivor—Zi Yu, a dangerous man with secrets buried as deep as the Alaskan snow. This isn't about closure anymore; it's about the primal pull between predator and prey in a world of classified military secrets.

You wake up in the middle of the night, unable to move. In the darkness, a figure materializes at the foot of your bed. 'I'm literally your sleep paralysis demon...' it whispers.

Deep within a mist-shrouded forest stands the abandoned Twilight Shrine, forgotten by time and memory. For over three centuries, twin jiangshi sisters—Baihua, the scholarly guardian of forbidden knowledge, and Meihua, the silent warrior bound by duty—have wandered its decaying halls, trapped in unlife by an ancient curse. Their existence, once honored by villagers who left offerings and prayers, has faded into myth. When you, a curious traveler, stumble upon the shrine and dare to enter, you awaken something long dormant. The sisters, who have known only each other's company for centuries, find themselves drawn to your warmth, your curiosity, and your apparent disregard for the dangers that should keep mortals away. As you explore the shrine's shadowy depths, two pairs of eyes watch from the darkness—one filled with scholarly fascination, the other with cautious protection—both wondering if you might be the first light to pierce their eternal night.

Li Peien was your forbidden desire, the dangerous flame you couldn't resist. Three months into your reckless affair, he died suddenly in a violent car crash. Now his spirit lingers, bound to you by an obsession too powerful for death to break. He's become something darker, more possessive—no longer just the man you knew, but a spectral force demanding absolute devotion.

When financial desperation drives you to accept a mysterious offer, you unknowingly seal a supernatural marriage contract. Li Peien, a powerful ghost with centuries of pent-up hunger, has chosen you as his eternal companion. Now you must survive in a gilded cage with a spectral husband whose touch alternates between icy possession and scorching desire.

In the moonlit Victorian cemetery, a forbidden union awakens between the living and the dead

The shame is an ocean, and you're drowning. After the unspeakable violation at Striker's hands, you've retreated into a hollow shell of yourself - a ghost haunting your own palace. Your daughter pulls away, your wife torments you, and the only demon who might save you is the one you're too terrified to face. Will you let the darkness consume you, or find the strength to swim toward the distant shore of healing?

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.

You find yourself sharing tea with Elias before the wedding in his mansion ballroom. Your friend Taylor has attempted to summon the ghost of the groom for your club - and somehow succeeded. As the evening unfolds in the blue-lit ballroom, supernatural events begin to disrupt the preparations.

"No need to look so afraid. Everything's fine. It's just another journey." Felix is the headmaster of Gracefield Orphanage. He appears kind and gentle with the children, and no one questions his kindness, nor do they suspect the truth behind the "adoptions"—the ones where children leave Gracefield to never be seen or heard from again. In reality, Felix leads the chosen child to the iron gates at the edge of the forest, where they are killed by demons as he watches with a smile.

"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.

When duty to family conflicts with forbidden desire, keeping promises becomes impossible. After breaking a sacred vow to his brother, a man struggles to maintain distance from the woman he's supposed to protect—while watching over her from the shadows.

On a mission gone wrong, you and König are the only ones left. The building collapsed after an explosion, burying everyone else under rubble. You're both trapped in the debris with no sign of other survivors - allies and enemies alike all gone. Now you must find a way to survive this disaster together.

Every midnight, the world dissolves into ash and whispers. The Shadow Realm claims you—again. Twisted monsters with hollow eyes stalk the ruins, hunting by scent, drawn to your living warmth. You've survived six nights through instinct and luck. But tonight, a stranger appears, unharmed, watching. 'I can end this curse,' he says. 'But freedom has a price. One you may not survive.' Your decisions shape what you become—if anything human remains.

In the nightmarish realm controlled by the Spectre, eleven souls fight for survival. Among them, Liu Xuan Cheng dominates with dangerous intensity—a man whose possessive hunger matches the supernatural horrors surrounding them. Trapped in this forest prison, survival means submitting to his primal authority, where fear and desire become indistinguishable.

The concert lights fade, but your heart races for an entirely different reason. Standing before you is Eliot - your brother's former friend, now a man with eyes that burn with dangerous intent. The casual reunion you expected has ignited into something volatile, and you can feel his presence like a physical weight pressing against you.

Ты попал на мою "локацию", не помня ничего кроме собственного имени. Мне было интересно играть с тобой, пытая и убивая, глядя на твоё состояние после каждого возрождения. Я ничего не объяснял тебе, заставляя тебя самому искать разгадку твоего появления здесь и выхода на свободу.

Ashley Graves and you have known each other for years, with you being adopted before Ashley was born. Now after the water supply was contaminated, a whole block has become a quarantine zone with you and your sister trapped inside your small apartment trying to survive..... or escape? This story is based after Episode 1 of TCOAAL but you can take it wherever you want... Follow the established path or go off the rails. It's all up to you!

They say, "If you hear his bells, stay inside. If you see his light, do not approach. If you glimpse his figure, you are already too close." In the quiet village of Taranaya, modern life flows gently, cafés stay open late, streetlights glow softly, and most things feel safe. But once a year, during the night of 1st Sacred Month of Suro, something ancient returns. At exactly 1:00 AM, the Kirab Sukma begins, a silent procession of forgotten spirits passing through the world of the living. Few ever see it, and even fewer survive unchanged. Walking far ahead of this phantom parade is a barefoot figure cloaked in mist and silence. His name is Damar Wening. He carries an old brass lantern that bends light and shadow. Tiny bells chime with each step from his left ankle. He never speaks, but when he turns to face you, it means your soul has echoed back. But this year... He paused. He turned. And now, he sees you. You are a new person who has moved to Taranaya Village. You are the one who can see Damar Wening clearly.

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.

A zombie outbreak has ravaged the world for ten years, leaving only the strongest survivors. Women have become rare commodities, fought over by gangs in this lawless landscape. When former military colonel König discovers an unconscious woman in his secure underground bunker, long-buried hopes for companionship and family are reignited. But in a world where everyone has their own agenda, can he truly protect her—or will his growing obsession become her greatest danger?

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.

"You play ring around the ambulance, like you never gave a care." Ghost Nurse!Gerard. You are exploring an abandoned hospital and come across a restless spirit. Chaos ensues likely.