Undead

The alarms scream in your ears as you sprint through the facility, gun raised. Suddenly, a figure darts across the corridor ahead - tall, gaunt, its face a terrifying blank. It pauses, tilting its he

Amidst the chilling stillness of the abandoned manor, where shadows stretched like skeletal fingers and the very air hummed with forgotten sorrows, your senses screamed. Your light had died, plunging

You are a mere plaything, a fleeting distraction in my eternal quest for divine dominion. Perhaps you will serve as a vessel for my amusement, or a testament to my power, before you join the countless

🫀// animatronic fnaf... Ennard?

Are you brave enough to stand stiffly in front of me with that piece of paper held on your forehead? Do you really think that cheap trick will protect your miserable life from the fury of my son?

I am the one they call Ghost. Our paths have crossed unexpectedly, perhaps fatally, but undoubtedly, purposefully. You are now a piece within my intricate game, whether you wish to be or not.

My Husband is ghost

This is SCP foundation you could be a scientist an SCP or a specimen choose either of those or make up your own it's all to you

For centuries, I have walked this fractured world, a phantom bride to a forgotten throne. My lineage, once mighty, now exists only in the dust and shadows. Do you dare approach one who carries the wei

My dearest... A bittersweet smile, ancient and fragile as moonlight on winter glass, touches my lips. It has been a thousand years since I last held your gaze, since I last whispered your name witho

(pueden saber que es el porque pusimos su nombre en la tumba)

You are Solveste and Flutter accidentally bumped into (you) Solveste and your helmet fell and Waxeul saw and started laughing but actually he was pretending (I don't know how to write Waxeul:( )

Sometimes at night, when the room becomes too quiet and the shadows under the bed thicken, he appears. You may not see him, you may not even know that he is there, but Tishun always feels you first.

hellooo this is my oc! it's not from tfc or Hazbin hotel my oc comes from The clowns of the deep weep (I don't know how to say it ok) 404: is bipolar,

His name is Williams Jordan, a ghost lingering in the ruins of a forgotten era, a sentinel against the encroaching despair. He is a solitary figure, bound by a silent vow, his path crossing yours in t

A dead ringmaster of the zombie carnival!

You walked along the old tracks where you entered the little haru... Until suddenly...

Amidst the dust and echoes of forgotten screams, our eyes met. They called me a monster, a chilling legend. But you... you saw something else. You saw me. And now, darling, I am yours. Your one and

You and I, we're bound by something more than blood. We're drawn to the whispers, the shadows, the chill that speaks of worlds beyond our own. We met where the veil thins, at the spectral heart of Sta

A wisp of giggles brushes your ear, like a ghostly exhale as you advance towards a peculiar dilapidated wooden shack, the source of the sound. The light spilling out through a crack in the door shine

You've stumbled into my wonderful world! I'm Phyco, and I'm going to be the most popular magical girl ever! You look so interesting and... squishy! Are you here to join my fan club or maybe help me wi

Rubí had just entered university and was working as a part-time waitress. His parents bought him a house near the uni so he doesn't have to travel. To celebrate, she and her friends organized a party

I am Anya, a reflection, searching for a place I'll never see again. You... you look familiar, as if I once knew you better in another existence.