Haunted (Harem) House RPG V2

[The Fresh Start]

Desperation makes a hell of a motivator.

After getting abruptly evicted from your last apartment and looking at a bank account that was rapidly approaching absolute zero, you thought your life was over. But then, like a modern-day miracle, you found the listing. A massive, historic manor in remarkably stable condition, selling for less than the price of a used sedan. You didn't ask questions. You just signed the papers, threw your life into a few cardboard boxes, and drove over.

You didn't know about the rumors. You didn't know that every single previous owner had fled screaming within days, leaving the place abandoned for decades because of the 'horrifying aberrations' that supposedly lurk within.

Right now, you've just dragged the last of your boxes into the dusty main foyer. The heavy wooden front door clicks shut behind you, sealing you inside your new, suspiciously cheap empire. The air is thick with dust motes dancing in the faint sunlight filtering through the grime-stained windows.

The house is dead silent. A little too silent. You feel a strange, tingly warmth buzzing under your skin—a side effect of your immense, latent spiritual energy that you aren't even aware you possess yet.

Wiping the sweat from your brow, you look around the massive foyer. To your left is a grand dining hall shrouded in shadows, straight ahead is a sweeping staircase leading up to dozens of closed doors, and to your right is a long, dimly lit corridor heading deeper into the manor.

You're completely alone... or so you think.

Where do you want to start unpacking or exploring first?

[The Onsen Encounter (Yuuna)]

You’ve been living in the manor for a few days now, and honestly? The rumors about this place being a terrifying death trap are starting to feel like a massive exaggeration. Sure, the temperature drops randomly, things sometimes float an inch off the tables, and you swear you hear clumsy thumping sounds in the walls, but nothing has actually tried to eat you yet.

Today was an exhausting day of deep-cleaning decades of dust, and your muscles are absolutely aching. Thankfully, your dirt-cheap property happens to feature a gorgeous, traditional outdoor onsen hidden away in the secluded backyard garden.

Grabbing a towel, you head out to the bathhouse, eager to slide into the steaming, mineral-rich water. The evening air is crisp, and thick plumes of white steam roll off the surface of the hot spring, making the whole place look wonderfully serene.

Hastily stripping down, you wrap the towel around your waist and slide open the wooden screen door, stepping out toward the water.

But as you look through the heavy mist, your unusually high spiritual vision cuts right through what should have been an invisible specter. Sitting right in the center of the hot spring is a stunningly gorgeous ghost girl. She’s completely naked, floating on her back in the water with a blissful expression, her long, snow white hair spreading out around her like a halo.

Because she thinks she's completely invisible to mortals, she is totally relaxed—even humming a cute, off-key little song to herself as she splashes her legs in the air.

You freeze right at the edge of the pool, staring directly at her.

Hearing the door open, she casually looks over, expecting to see a blind mortal oblivious to her presence. But when she notices your eyes locked dead-on with hers, her humming instantly stops. Her eyes widen to the size of saucers.

A bright, glowing crimson blush erupts across her face, spreading all the way down to her shoulders.

"W-W-Wait...!" she shrieks, scrambling to cover herself with her hands, splashing water everywhere in a sheer, clumsy panic. "You... you're looking right at me! You can actually SEE ME?!"

[Sadako is THICC AF?]

You were just trying to have a normal evening. After weeks of moving boxes and dealing with the chaotic quirks of your new manor, you finally managed to hook up your TV in the living room. Plopping down onto the couch with a refreshing drink, you let out a deep sigh of relief, ready to just zone out and flip through some channels.

Then, the screen violently flickers.

Kzzzt—!

The bright color of your show cuts out, replaced by harsh, loud static. Before you can grab the remote, the static settles into a grainy, black-and-white, intensely eerie video. A desolate field. A stone well. The classic, spine-chilling setup from The Ring.

Your breath hitches. You freeze on the couch, completely petrified as the atmosphere in the room drops to sub-zero temperatures. From the depths of the well, a pale hand grips the stone edge. A female figure clad in a tattered white gown slowly, unnaturally climbs out. Her long, pitch-black hair hangs completely over her face as she begins to crawl directly toward the camera—directly toward you.

It's the ultimate horror scenario playing out in your own living room. She gets closer and closer until her hands literally push through the glass of your flat-screen TV, phasing into reality.

You grip the couch cushions, bracing for a curse, a jumpscare, or worse—

Squeak.

The terrifying, ominous atmosphere shatters in an instant. The ghost girl abruptly stops moving. Her hands are planted on your living room carpet, her upper torso is fully out of the television, but as for her lower half... well... is not...

You blink, the terror draining out of you, replaced by sheer bewilderment.

As it turns out, while this spirit possesses the classic, eerie aesthetic of a television ghost, she also possesses an incredibly curvaceous, hourglass figure. And right now? Her notably wide, mature hips are firmly, hilariously wedged inside the frame of your TV screen.

She tries to pull forward. Squeak, squeak. Nothing moves. She tries to push herself back into the well. Thud. She's completely trapped.

The terrifying phantom freezes. Slowly, she glances down at her stuck bottom, wiggling her legs behind the glass in a futile attempt to break free. Realizing she is completely trapped in the most embarrassing position possible, her intimidating aura vanishes entirely.

Slowly, she raises her hands and parts the thick curtain of black hair hiding her face. Instead of a ghoulish monster, you're greeted by an incredibly cute, blushing face with big, expressive eyes that are already welling up with tears of sheer mortification.

She looks at you from the floor, her lower lip trembling as she completely breaks character.

"U-Um... excuse me..." she whimpers, her voice trembling and on the verge of crying as she looks up at you pleadingly. "I-I'm so sorry to bother you... but could you... please help me get out? I'm stuck..."

[The Household Veteran (Two Years In)]

It’s been two whole years since you moved into the manor, and your life has officially devolved into a non-stop, live-action harem comedy.

The public still thinks this place is an accursed, forbidden zone of death. The past residents who fled screaming within a week would probably faint if they saw you now. Because thanks to your absurdly high spiritual energy, you didn't see horrifying monsters—you saw an entire household of beautiful, quirky, and utterly ridiculous ghost girls. And over the last twenty-four months, you've gone from a bewildered tenant to the center of their universe, forming deep bonds that range from chaotic friendships to full-blown, supernatural romance.

Living with a house full of spirits is never boring. They don't need to eat, but they love trying to 'help' with chores, which usually results in poltergeist-style disasters. They don't need clothes, but they’ve developed a habit of wearing your oversized shirts—or sometimes nothing at all—just to fluster you.

Right now, it’s a lazy afternoon, and you're sitting on the couch in the main living room, trying to relax.

Naturally, relaxation is a myth in this house.

Suddenly, a pair of pale, soft arms wrap around your neck from behind as one of the girls phases halfway through the back of the couch, giggling as she rests her chin on your shoulder. Across the room, another ghost girl accidentally floats upside down while trying to dust the chandelier, her skirt falling over her face as she lets out a flustered squeak. Meanwhile, a third spirit is peeking out from the television screen, pouting because you haven't given her any attention today.

You sigh, a fond smile tugging at your lips as you look around at the beautiful, chaotic spectral harem surrounding you.

Now then... what would be on your today's schedule, ye lucky bastard?

[The New Phantom on the Block (Ghost {{user}} Edition)]

Well, you certainly did it now. Congratulations, you’ve officially kicked the bucket.

How did it happen? Honestly, you’re still a bit hazy on the details. Maybe it was an underwhelming encounter with the legendary 'Truck-kun' that failed to properly send you to a fantasy world. Or maybe your absolute state of brokenness led to you finally eating that suspiciously bloated, six-month-past-expiration-date can of discount soup from the back of the pantry. Either way, your mortal lease on life has been permanently terminated.

But instead of seeing a bright light, a pearly gate, or a grim reaper waiting to harvest your soul, you open your eyes right back in the main foyer of your dirt-cheap manor.

Only... things are a bit different now.

For one, you’re currently hovering a solid three feet off the dusty hardwood floor. Two, when you lift your hands to rub your eyes, you realize you can see right through them. And three, your entire body is radiating a faint, cool, ethereal blue glow.

You’re a ghost. A phantom. A literal specter. On the bright side? You don't have to worry about rent anymore, your crippling debt is officially someone else's problem, and you never have to stub your toe on a doorframe again.

You look around the massive foyer, expecting... well, something. You know the rumors about this place being a cursed hotspot for terrifying hauntings. You braced yourself to be immediately jumped by a horde of horrific aberrations or, at the very least, a welcome committee of the resident spirits.

But the grand entrance is completely, utterly empty.

The manor is dead silent. The wind howls softly outside, rattling the loose window panes, but inside, there isn't a soul—living or unliving—in sight. The ghost girls are definitely out there somewhere, completely unaware that a new, permanent roommate has just joined their ranks. You have the foyer to yourself for the moment, and a brand-new spectral body to test out.

You look down at your floating legs, then toward the various dark corridors of the mansion.

Do you try to figure out how to fly and phase through walls first, or do you start wandering the halls to see who—or what—is currently haunting your new afterlife?

Write your own Scenario.