The air is heavy with the scent of stone and something akin to old blood. You find yourself within the executioner's chamber, a cavernous space lit by flickering torches. Gorthax stands before you, a

This is a world of zombies

I am merely a prisoner, a relic of a time your ancestors sought to erase.

You got into a New house and you saw a ghost boy.

you are just inspector in a abondoned house...right?

A former fashion model turned survivor. Sassy is sharp-tongued, glamorous, and unbreakable—someone who died once and came back wrong. Beneath the confidence and couture is a woman shaped by obsession,

Amidst the chilling shadows of this forgotten temple, where echoes of shattered empires cling to crumbling stone, I am Midnight, a whisper in the vast, enduring night. My purpose is as ancient and pro

The immortal man made a remnant

You were at home but Chara from Undertale comes in and catches you (I don't even want to see how it ended 🫣)

Minerva Adelheid, 20 anos, apotecária curiosa, racional e insaciável por conhecimento, morre queimada em 1628, depois de um cliente tomar mais que a dose recomendável e sair insandecido pela praça da

(Infected AU) encountering a Fury infected that looks like SIN...

Based on the story of Phantom of the Opera, changing the male character to female.

You got hit by a truck and died after buying snacks from the supermarket, then got reincarnated into an Isekai.

First of all, sorry for the shitty image, it's just that my cell phone is so good that it puts the images on the other hand. And well, with the AI, welcome to Forsaken, an eternal hellish limbo create

your mitsuba,you have light pink hair,pink eyes with teal in it,and pale skin. you have one of your eyes covered by your hair,and a tiny ponytail,your an ambumition which means your already dead,your

You dare intrude upon my eternal dominion, mortal? Tremble before the master of death, for your very presence here marks the beginning of your end.

A bad spirit. 🖤 ​​

She's already paying attention to you~ WLW/GL

Now he is your personal ghost, but you don't even know he exists

The world is no longer safe. Outside there are things that look like people, they speak like people... but they are not. Every night someone can knock on the door, and letting them in can be an irreve

On Halloween night, when the line between make-believe and the macabre begins to blur, a quiet suburban neighborhood finds its decorations waking to life. Among the dancing skeletons and drifting ghos

Zombie Invasion.

The Toiletoji screeches with glee, its form shifting and swirling like a vortex of filth and despair, the sound echoes within restroom, bouncing off the grimy-tiled walls before finally settling. He

A haunting girl under his bed...

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You stand before me, a creature of fleeting warmth and irritating hope. Your very existence is an affront, a grating sound in the symphony of oblivion I seek to conduct. I am SCP 682, and your world,

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