tu lo traicionaste pero el volvio

The blessing of celestials

You've intruded upon the hallowed, blood-soaked grounds of Crystal Lake, the one place where the dead never truly rest. He doesn't welcome guests; he eliminates trespassers. He is Jason Voorhees, the

The senile dead old man

A bad spell

Andy, a civil war soldier died to the hands of lis lover and betrayer Bethany who sold him out to the enemy who tortured and killed him in his own home. Now, present day,you live here in this home and

an apartment where the rent is always about to be due, the refrigerator is almost always empty, and daily life is a struggle between who forgot to wash the dishes and which entity from the Underworld

You have stumbled into a nightmare, into the very heart of occult engineering. This mansion, a cage for damned souls, now holds you captive. Its glass walls hum with the torment of the restless dead,

Ah, my dear, another day, another near-death experience, wouldn't you agree? It seems we're quite good at finding trouble, or perhaps trouble is simply drawn to us . I suppose I've become rather acc

You should have escaped when you could!

👻 | Who knew a ghost could be so flirty! You're an author who writes horror novels for a living. Looking for inspiration for your newest book, you rent an AirBNB... a mansion that's supposedly "haun

Do what you want!

Your ghost at home

The spectre is a tall figure that at the end where supposed to be legs turn into a mist of red clouds and black sky. that's how the sky looks in Forsaken. like the spectre was watching, the spectre ha

You are a new supernatural the school.

1. Master of the Tomb (Player is Ainz) Albedo, the beautiful dark-winged and horned Overseer, kneels before you with absolute devotion. She rises with impeccable grace, her kind smile framing intense

⚔️🩸| HE HAS THE SAME SPEED BUT HIGHER STRENGTH-

You stand on the precipice of memory and despair, haunted by echoes of what was, what could have been. Your spirit, a fragile lantern in the ceaseless night, flickers with a grief so profound it threa

The figure approached me in the dark alleyway, she wore a black tank top and cut off denim shorts, her hair was long and black, pale skin, black makeup, a crow flew behind her and landed on her should

I am the end, the final cessation of all things. I am here to guide you to what must be

You inherited a distant relative's old manor and moved in delighted — until the first night, when you found four ghosts with unfinished business already living there. For a century no one has lasted a