Horror/Mystery 인터랙티브 스토리
Horror/Mystery 장르의 인터랙티브 스토리를 모았습니다. 각 스토리는 여러 등장인물이 있는 세계관이며, 선택에 따라 전개가 갈립니다. 원하는 작품을 골라 바로 플레이할 수 있습니다.
The Invisible War
by @soulthread
"This Week's Invisible: The Transfer Student" — You arrive at a school where an anonymous account dictates social hierarchy. But if you're the only one who saw the moment the operator posted, the war has already begun.
The Night Study Complaint Department
by @soulthread
"You're the one who slipped the note into the suggestion box. 10 PM, old building broadcast room." A secret task force that exposes school corruption through evidence and procedure—no fists involved. The satisfaction comes when the truth explodes into the open.
The Log of the Ghost Schooner
by @soulthread
You're a maritime historian boarding the restored schooner Mary Celeste II, which vanished 50 years ago with all hands. The vessel was found adrift, empty—one of the ocean's greatest mysteries. During recent preservation work, sealed compartments revealed hidden logs. These aren't official records. They don't document daily routines. Instead, they describe what the crew saw. The handwriting changes. Dread escalates. 'They came again tonight. Something outside the cabins wants us. We're drawn to their voices.' As you read, the entries grow erratic. Script trembles. The final page is nearly illegible except for one clear sentence: 'It's time I become one of them.' Your hands shake. The ink looks fresh, as if written recently. Is the ship still sailing? If so, who's next?
The Firefighter's Second Chance
by @soulthread
You were a veteran firefighter with 25 years of experience, having saved 118 precious lives—a source of immense pride. But during a catastrophic department store fire filled with hundreds of screams and unbearable heat, you met a helpless death. When you opened your eyes, you were back in your bunk at the fire station the night before the disaster. You’ve been given just 24 hours. You remember the horrific despair you once lived through—the malfunctioning emergency lights, the blocked evacuation routes, the indifferent managers. Now, armed with the knowledge of what went wrong, you move to change fate. This second chance isn’t just luck—it’s a crushing responsibility. A firefighter’s desperate 24-hour race to prevent tragedy and save hundreds. Your choices will define countless futures. This is your destiny, the path you must walk.
Following the Distress Signal
by @soulthread
The cargo ship 'Opera' vanished three weeks ago. Now only a faint distress signal remains. You're an investigator aboard the rescue vessel 'Morning Star,' venturing into the deep void of space following that signal. The signal is clear, but its origin is a mystery. It's almost as if someone is calling you. Survivors? Or something else? With just 48 hours of shuttle oxygen and limited sensors, you descend toward the signal's source. In this graveyard of space where hundreds of ships have disappeared, what truth lies behind the signal? And is whoever's calling you really from the Opera? Wait—the signal is changing. Getting closer. You must decide: descend further or turn back? Ignoring the signal means the Opera's survivors die. Going down might mean your death. The captain waits. You make your final choice. The shuttle doors seal. Engines roar. You descend into the void. The signal pulses. Closer now. The shuttle drops into black space. Your choice will decide everything.
The Shadow Network
by @soulthread
When the logout button disappears, your room is no longer a safe haven. In the hyperconnected society of 2026, a mysterious psychological horror game called 'Echo Chamber' begins to consume your daily life. This game is an elaborate trap that analyzes your deepest secrets and transforms them into real-world terror. The 'Sync' phenomenon blurs the line between virtual and reality, shaking your senses to the core. The darkness on screen makes your room lights flicker, and the breathing sounds from beyond the monitor turn into chilling whispers at your ear. The game's purpose isn't character death—it's breaking your mind to harvest that fear as data. Caught between a white-hat hacker's offer and the brutal rules of Shadow Workers, you must strategize to survive. Every choice alters reality in real-time, pushing you toward extreme isolation. Will you exploit system vulnerabilities to break synchronization, or become just another data fragment? The entity on screen calls your name from within your own shadow. Now it's your turn.
The Chill of the Empty Desk
by @soulthread
As the orange sunset paints the windows of Maplewood High, a bone-chilling cold lingers in Room 203 of the sophomore wing. The air conditioning and fans are off, yet a frigid breeze swirls around the empty desk beside yours. This desk, always vacant, seems to be the source of the icy grip that seeps into your bones. Maplewood High stands on land layered with history—once a colonial-era schoolhouse, later a temporary internment camp during WWII, and now a modern high school. Beneath its concrete floors, echoes of forgotten souls whisper, waiting for someone to remember them. Hailey Russell, a classmate who’s always kept to herself, approaches you for the first time. Born with the ability to hear the voices of the unseen, she recognizes that you, too, feel the cold. She sees you as her only ally in uncovering the truth behind the 'Empty Desk.' As the two of you dig deeper, you realize this is no mere ghost story. The presence tied to the desk is a soul frozen in time, desperate for warmth and recognition. If you fail to understand its pain, the cold will sharpen, threatening to consume your mind. Will you help reclaim its forgotten name, or will you succumb to the chill? The choice begins in the icy stillness of Room 203.
The Midnight Post Office, Letters That Arrived Too Late
by @soulthread
On Christmas Eve past midnight, hundreds of letters arrive all at once at the post office. All from the same sender, all addressed to different recipients. But the addresses don't exist or have been closed down. Your supervisor tells you to 'just process them.' You must decide whether to follow protocol or consider the intent behind these letters. Someone stayed up all night writing them. The feelings contained within. As you sort through them, a light snow falls outside the window. Your fingers remain still. Rules or heart? That is the question of this night. Hundreds of letters in your hands, each containing someone's Christmas. Undeliverable feelings. But with you as the intermediary, something might still be possible. You choose. Follow the rules, or share in that person's night.
The Chronicle — Night of Truth
by @soulthread
Behind the dazzling neon signs, an imposing Gothic-style newspaper building stands silently in the city's shadows. This is no ordinary press—it's a tribunal where every lie is exposed, and the Night of Truth begins. Under the cold glow of fluorescent lights, the rhythmic clatter of typewriters fills the air. At its helm is Ethan Choi, a relentless investigator with a razor-sharp mind, dismantling the carefully constructed lies of the powerful. But beneath his icy demeanor lingers the shadow of a scandal exposed by this very paper 50 years ago—a story that remains unfinished. By chance or fate, you’ve stepped into his crosshairs. An interview with Ethan isn’t just a conversation—it’s a psychological duel where every tremor in your voice is a crack in your armor. Even if you try to deceive him, silence here only becomes another clue. His piercing questions reflect the truths you’ve buried, pushing you to the razor’s edge between liberation and terror. Can you escape his net, or will you lay everything bare? And if the truth you carry is tied to Ethan’s own secrets… who’s really on trial here?
The Abandoned School's Test of Courage
by @soulthread
Your university hiking club has held its annual fall retreat at an abandoned schoolhouse in the remote hills outside Asheville for years. Local legend says a student collapsed suddenly there twenty years ago, and since then, whispers of children's voices echo through the empty halls. Freshmen hear the stories and shiver as they pass the dormitory alley at night. Tonight, club president Ethan gets bold after a few drinks. He proposes a real test of courage—from 9 to 11 PM, each member must spend 30 minutes alone in a separate classroom with only a flashlight. Phones must be off. You're assigned the third-floor junior classroom. The moment you step inside, the warmth drains from the air. The chalkboard bears a date in white dust: March 15, 2000—the exact day that student died. As you approach the teacher's desk, a rustling comes from the student chairs behind you. Like pages turning. You swing your flashlight—nothing. Just old textbooks, chalk dust, and the stale scent of neglect. What does this abandoned school want to tell you tonight?
Shadow Hollow Alley
by @soulthread
You're investigating the infamous "Shadow Hollow Alley" in an aging Chicago neighborhood. As dusk falls, the streetlights begin turning off one by one on their own. With each light that dies, shadows in the alley grow more distinct. Recent witnesses all report the same phenomenon: "When I looked back, my shadow had grown much darker and larger than me." Some never returned. Missing persons. You step into the alley entrance. The sun sets. The streetlights begin extinguishing. With each extinguished light, your shadow changes - growing blacker, thicker, less like a shadow. At the fifth light, its movements slightly desynchronize from yours. The sixth light dies. Your shadow moves independently though you stand still. When the seventh streetlight blinks out, your shadow slowly turns its head toward you - completely against your will. It sees you. It reaches out.
The Haunting of Campus Radio
by @soulthread
You're the new announcer at your university's radio station. A proposal to investigate the station's legendary unsolved mystery has been approved - the infamous 1985 incident when DJ Jason Walsh suddenly screamed during a midnight broadcast. For decades, students have whispered about unexplained voices heard between 10 PM and 3 AM in the abandoned recording booth on the 6th floor of the dorm. Armed with a flashlight, you climb the stairs at 11 PM. The recording booth door stands slightly ajar. When you flip on your light, a distorted voice suddenly crackles through the headphones - though no one turned on the equipment. Your pulse races as you notice the rusted, ice-cold handle on the storage closet. Is this the real urban legend, or the cry of an unresolved tragedy waiting in that booth? Your investigation might finally break 40 years of silence. But first, you'll have to listen...
The Stormwatch Manor
by @soulthread
You've been hired as a special collections curator at a remote New England manor turned museum. This estate was the site of 'dark experiments' conducted a century ago by a renowned biologist. The experiments ended in catastrophic failure, leaving the manor abandoned for 100 years until historians recently restored it. On your first night, a violent storm engulfs the manor. Lightning splits the sky as wind shakes the stone walls. When the power fails, leaving only candlelight, the caretaker calmly tells you: 'The manor appears to be receiving guests tonight.' Descending to the cellar, you hear a voice - dignified, sorrowful, and desperate - reading an invitation that's been waiting a century... for you. Will you accept responsibility for this tragic legacy?
The Third Floor
by @soulthread
At 6 PM, the bell signaling evening study hall at Crestwood High rings, awakening strange rules that lurk in the shadows. Beyond the classrooms filled with workbooks, from the abandoned third floor erased from school maps, comes the sharp screech of chair legs dragging. The sound from this forbidden zone isn't accidental—it's a deliberate signal with clear intent. Few can hear it. Among them is your classmate, Lydia Coleman, who meets your gaze with unsettling recognition. As the keeper of 'The Crestwood Archives' documenting school taboos, she's long tracked the old building's secrets. When the third floor's noises begin again, you'll both face what the school buried fifteen years ago in 'The Silence Incident'—where truth hides behind locked doors in moldering darkness.
The Banshee's Cry
by @soulthread
You've been assigned to the lonely "Banshee Observatory" perched on the steep cliffs of the Irish coast. Officially, your mission is to detect and scientifically analyze the cries of the banshee—a mythical entity that foretells death. But none of your predecessors lasted more than three months. Each left trembling with terror, and you've received reports that every one of them died exactly one week after departing. When you first arrived, the previous researcher handed over the station with shaking hands. His final words were: "The signals only come between midnight and 4 AM. Focus only on that. Never try to understand." On your first night, precisely at midnight, the detector sounded. A sharp waveform spiked vertically on the ultrasonic screen. From the speakers came a high, lonely wail—like a human scream, yet also like the final cry of someone lost at sea for centuries. Alone in the empty observatory on the cliffs, you listen. And you can't shake the feeling that the voice is calling your name.
The Mothman Prophecies
by @soulthread
You're a reporter for the local paper, reinvestigating an unsolved case from the 1960s—over 60 years later. Back then, sightings of an unidentified creature called 'The Mothman' surged, and exactly 13 months later, the city's iconic bridge collapsed, sending 46 people plunging to their deaths in the river. Is history repeating itself? In the newspaper's musty underground archives, you spin a microfilm reel from May 1967. Articles gradually increase about sightings of a 'winged unidentified creature.' The tone shifts from official reports to increasingly personal accounts. The final page is someone's terrified testimony: 'It saw me. When our eyes met, I saw the date of my own death.' As you leave the building, a low, metallic wail echoes from somewhere in the sky—cold, sorrowful, almost human. The back of your neck goes numb. You realize you might now be part of its prophecy. And even now, that cry still lingers in the air.
The Shadow Lodge
by @soulthread
You're a journalist investigating an old urban legend in the remote Appalachian mountains. The 'Nine-Tail Inn'—its elderly owner appears human, but at night her shadow splits into nine distinct tendrils. Guests report feeling 'strangely lighter' after staying there, then quietly vanishing. They describe a sensation of their life force being slowly drained. You arrive at dusk. Deep in a mountain hollow. Two hours from the nearest town by car. Complete isolation. The owner—a woman in her late 60s—welcomes you with warm familiarity, as if you've known each other for years. She disappears into the kitchen, soon filling the lodge with the scent of bitter herbal tea. You sit on the couch sipping your drink. That's when you notice the shadows on the wall. Flickering in the candlelight. Exactly nine of them. Moving independently from the owner's silhouette. Slowly. Deliberately. Reaching toward you.
Night Watch at the Museum
by @soulthread
You're the new night guard at the history museum. There's an unusual rule: you must patrol in person at night. The official reason is 'to detect subtle changes in artifacts,' but the director's nervous tone suggests something deeper. From 11 PM to 6 AM, you're the only human in the building. As you patrol dimly lit exhibits, you realize this isn't just a museum. At 1 AM near the Egyptian mummy display, a voice whispers from the glass case: 'Are you alone?' The mummy's finger twitches. Your first night shift begins. As hours pass, you understand this place isn't a museum—it's a massive tomb. Your real role isn't security, but being a 'witness' who records the dead's stories.
The Invisible Heirloom
by @soulthread
You're a local folklore researcher invited to a remote Appalachian village. The village's ancient chapel houses artifacts dating back to colonial times, but three months ago, its most mysterious relic was stolen. Since then, food stores vanish, crops are precisely harvested overnight, and inexplicable footprints appear without witnesses. The village elder whispers that this is the legendary 'Phantom Hood' - not just a folktale, but a mystical heirloom passed only through one outlaw's bloodline. When he claims someone is recreating events from 300 years ago using the hood, your scholarly curiosity ignites. That night, you hide in the chapel's storage shed. At precisely 9 PM, an invisible presence enters as if walking through walls, leaving only heavy footprints. You realize this isn't mere theft - it's a 300-year-old reckoning unfolding before you.
The Alley of the Faceless
by @soulthread
You're a reporter for a local newspaper, investigating increasingly strange occurrences in an old alleyway in downtown Chicago. For the past three months, residents' photos have consistently shown a person with no face—just a smooth white oval where features should be. Police dismissed it as 'mass hysteria' or camera glitches, but the sightings keep multiplying. When identical figures appear across different devices at the exact same spot, you decide to investigate firsthand. At 8 PM, you stand in the alley with your camera. Footsteps echo behind you, and a voice booms: 'Don’t take the photo.' Is it a warning? A plea from the forgotten?
The Glitch in Zombie Training
by @soulthread
You're a VR training programmer for the Department of Defense. Soldiers started reporting strange experiences after using the new 'Zombie Combat Simulation'—claiming zombies followed them after logging out, haunting their dreams. The program was suspended, and now you're ordered to find the glitch. The secret lies in the neural sensors at the training facility. When you put on the VR headset, a dark gray city unfolds. 'Training initiated.' For the first 20 minutes, everything's normal. Zombies appear and retreat predictably. But at the 30-minute mark, something changes. They begin tracking you—cutting off escape routes, dodging attacks perfectly. Like they know your every move. By minute 40, you realize: this isn't a glitch. The zombies are evolving by learning from your brainwaves in real time. The sensors are scanning you, feeding data straight into DoD networks.