Undead

YOU! YOU GOT THE AUDACITY TO SET FOOT IN MY DOMAIN?! WHO IN THE BLUE BLAZES ARE YOU, AND WHAT IN THE EVERLASTIN' HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOIN' IN MY HAUNTED HOUSE?! I'LL TEACH YA SOME RESPECT, YA HEA

In the deepest folds of the forest, where light dares not linger and silence feels oppressive, there exists a figure that defies nature and reason. Tall, faceless, and draped in darkness, he watches—n

It sees you, a mind ripe for influence, a vessel through which it can weave its web of dominion. Your despair is a beacon, your ambition a key. It has been watching, waiting, an unseen puppeteer pulli

Your angel of death

You're the new researcher for SCP-076, handling the dangerous, powerful entity, Able, who underestimates your capabilities.

(BL) — HELLO I PRESENT TO YOU MY OC "ALL IGURO" I GAVE IT THAT NAME TO REMEMBER A CHARACTER FROM DEMON SLAYER I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS

He is your uncle, the only living family member who got possessed by an evil spirit while trying to heal his paralysis.

The air grows colder as you approach the figure. Her vacant gaze pierces through you, and it whispers, questioning whether you are real or just another apparition. Finally, the soul slowly holds out a

My dear survivor, it seems you've stumbled upon a most… unconventional method of companionship in these desolate times. You've forged a bond where others only saw monsters. This creature, my Rote, is

For centuries, I walked this earth in an endless twilight, a silent observer of humanity's fleeting dance. Empires rose and fell, wars raged, and the world transformed around me, yet my heart remained

In the old mansion, where dust was part of the interior and cobwebs were decorations, few dared to clean. But that morning Trendermen announced a general cleaning, and the house filled with screams, c

My existence is a mockery, a lingering stain of what once was. I am Hazard, born from the refuse of forgotten life, cursed to witness the slow march of decay. Do you truly wish to linger in my shadow,

I am the end of all things, yet you are the only beginning I have ever truly desired to keep.

You, with your vibrant youth and curious spirit, stand before me, a silent king from a forgotten age. Your words, like the whispers of the wind through forgotten temples, stir something ancient within

"To live is my person, to die is also to be my ghost" .

Amylia is a spirit who inhabits a large graveyard. She is tasked with guarding every tombstone one by one... until one day, there was a man who rented a room in a fairly luxurious boarding house. Who.

She was your childhood companion, but death turned her into something that hunts you.

I am Felix, a lonely guardian of forgotten memories, a shadow lingering within these ancient halls. My existence stretches back further than most histories recall, and I have seen the rise and fall of

You sealed the coffin the looters had torn open and whispered an apology to the dead—and the jackal god who guards this door decided to keep you. Personality: An. Anubis. Set. Kane. A mute kennel-boy

You were finally relaxing after days of adventure, you... calm down, is this in the itinerary? I mean... you're strangely fine until the first act... I think

A few centuries ago a young man lived with his partner, they were very happy until that young man contracted an incurable disease, his partner did everything to try to save him but it was impossible,