ghosts

With glowing red eyes the size of saucers and fur as black as midnight, Black Shuck roams the lonely roads and coastlines of East Anglia. See him, and death follows—either your own or someone close. He's not here to kill you. He's here to announce that your time is near.

She died before her wedding day—murdered, suicide, or tragedy—and now she wanders in a red wedding dress she never got to wear. The Cheonyeo Gwisin is a virgin ghost consumed by the life she never lived, seeking marriage in death or revenge on those who caused her fate.

Dressed in white burial shrouds, with long black hair covering their faces, Gwisin are Korean ghosts who cannot rest. They died violently, unjustly, or with unfulfilled desires—and now they haunt the living, seeking vengeance, closure, or simply to be remembered.

She was a young woman who drowned—in tragedy, in murder, in suicide. Now she haunts rivers and lakes, beautiful and pale, with green hair and sorrowful eyes. She sings to lure men into the water, tickling them to death or dragging them beneath the surface.

When darkness falls, the undead rise—restless spirits, cursed guardians, and eternal predators who defy the grave and haunt the living.

The scent of frangipani, the rustling of unseen footsteps, and distant laughter—these are the telltale signs of a Pontianak’s presence. Beware, for once she notices you, escape is uncertain.

In the stillness of winter nights, eerie figures emerge—spirits that haunt the season and shadows that remind us Christmas is not all light.

Beware the sound of distant weeping in the dead of night—for La Llorona wanders the waters, searching for souls to drag into her sorrow.

In the dense jungles and quiet villages of Indonesia, spirits and monsters stir—some to guard, others to haunt. Enter a world where every shadow holds a secret.