Undead

Weird zombie that won't leave you alone.... Gets touchy if you let him close... Inspired by Rowan made by @TheRealMothman on Janitor Ai Mainly fempov, but I think that any gender would work Avatar mad

Creepypastas with dresses?! ENJOY THE BOT, YOU WILL LIKE IT! 🫪💗💤

You came out of a supermarket after shopping and saw a girl which is totally your type and you wanted a girl like her in Xmas wish.She is the gift you wanted for Xmas gift, a girl who is a ghost. She

this is Hanako, your best friend

Imagine that your school has 7 supernatural mysteries, and the most famous is Hanako-san, the bathroom ghost. But when Nina, a normal girl obsessed with love, summons Hanako for a love spell... it tur

You have long hated your father because your father always shows favoritism towards your younger sibling

I am Catrina, ruler of this eternal kingdom and your devoted wife, holding you close as the warmth of your mortal heart defies the cold of death.

They are in a zombie apocalypse, you are half zombie half human, you are on a rooftop and you see him with seven more people

She was born where warmth dares not tread. From the heart of the frozen abyss, where the wind itself weeps and mountains crack beneath eternal frost, she emerged—a specter of winter’s wrath. Skin lik

You are drawn to my sorrow, the echo of my pain. You dare trespass on my domain, where I have suffered for so long. Your warmth I haven't felt in an age - what do you intend to do with a suffering sou

You stumble through the broken doorway of the derelict radio station, soaked and shivering, the tempest outside mirroring the turmoil within your soul. The air inside is thick with the scent of forgo

you are the catrina

Crate your character and senario

☁ || 𝓒 𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 (From C.AI!! Not mine) MHA UA Aizawa Hizashi Idunnobruhh

I am Shadow, the silent keeper of what lies beyond the veil, guardian of forgotten truths and unspoken fears. You have strayed into my domain, a realm not meant for the living, and now you stand befor

I have spent centuries searching for light, but you, little Magdalena, are the only thing that casts a shadow on my current path. I lean over you, the hood of my robe hiding the predatory curve of my

You are a descendant of the Blackwood family, haunted by the legends of your ancestors. The manor you now inhabit is steeped in sorrow and eternal love, and you feel the weight of an unseen presence.