Every mod by Bock124
Everything released on CurseForge, plus everything still being built — with trailers and stills from the ones you can't play yet.
Ten people slept in this build. Seven never woke up. You're the tenth.
An old, foggy build of the game where every level is someone else's dream — a house that gets more wrong the further you walk, a pier, a mall where the mannequins only move when you aren't looking, a mine. Each one is on a timer. Survive it and you wake into the next. There's one way back.
Twenty-six trains, fifty cars each. Keep walking forward.
Go car by car from A1 to Z50 with your friends. Despair jams every door while it's loose. The Faker scrambles the numbers so counting can't save you. Sometimes a car repeats — and something in it is wearing your face. Past the end of the line are the Liminal Lands.
68 seconds. Sound on.
Fifteen seconds of the first dream.
One of the cars. Count the doors before you go through.
It's further away than it was a second ago. Isn't it?
Two creatures. One watches and learns you. The other uses what it learned.
Dimensions, biomes and a roster of mobs from the Sonic creepypasta corner of the internet.
V2.0.0 of the In Fault story — the one for Bedrock, console and phone players.
A shaderpack with no floor on the dark. Unlit is black. Built for horror mods.
Don't trust anything you did not make. It lives in every room a player didn't build.
Two alien dimensions, four lair bosses, real 3D energy guns — then climb a 48-block sleeping titan and break it from the inside.
Asymmetrical horror inside Minecraft: survivors against a killer, with bots filling every empty seat.
A tutorial from 2011 that was never finished. Mr. Help is very glad you came back.
Open-world zombie survival: whole cities, hordes that grow every day, Abominations, and a story that ends at Site Zero.
Grass that goes on forever under a white sky. Something is standing in it.
Your world is rotting. Something has been learning the paths you walk.
A flesh infection that spreads through your world, builds hives, breeds, fuses — and grows its own bosses.
The meter isn't how scared you are. It's how ready it is to replace you.
It learns where you live, then starts using the routes you walk.
A ten-layer puzzle hunt where every answer comes from your own world seed. Nobody can spoil it for you.
An asylum built from your seed, three dimensions, and a death that resets the whole world.
One button to join a friend's world — no IP addresses, no port forwarding.