Cursed Items Phasmophobia Novels & Stories

Her thoughts felt tangled, pulling her in directions she did not want to follow. “You do not know what I am,” she said. “No,” he agreed. “But neither do you.” That unsettled her deeply. Elsewhere in the fortress, Alaric stood alone in his private chamber, staring out into the night. He had left Elysia’s room because remaining there had become dangerous. Not to her, but to himself. The curse lay beneath his skin as it always had, a constant presence he had learned to live with. It was absolute. It did not warn. It did not fail. It killed instantly and without exception.

He stared at the ice erupting across his arm, frost racing up his skin like living glass. 'What did you do to me?' Someone in the chat finally recognized it. [Isn’t that the Frost Curse? It’s a rare item you only get from killing the final boss in the Frostfall City dungeon!]

] Following the message was a product description and warnings. [Fate-Wishing Censer: Still troubled that you cannot win the affection of your crush? Still kept awake at night by jealousy? Simply light a stick of Fortune Incense in the censer, use your own fortune as the medium. Focus on the person you wish to become, and pray with devotion. After 81 days, you will be able to exchange identities with that person.]

Evan squeezed harder, making Carmen cough. "Die!" "Do you really want me dead? Don't you want to know where Lyra's head is?" Carmen used the last of her strength to say this. Evan froze for a moment before slowly releasing his grip. After a while, Carmen got up and opened the fridge. There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde.

“He’s mine now. And soon all of you will be dead.” Suddenly, the furniture in the room begins to tremble. Chairs scrape violently across the floor and pictures of him rattle in their frames. The floorboards groan under me. Panic claws inside me. How can a curse unleash such power? It has definitely spread to the point that it can possess Ezra. A loud buzzing noise fills the room, and the eyes of robot Cody, who’s perched on top of one of the chest drawers across the room, start to glow blue. Then he flies through the air, aiming straight at my head.

I can't let her come in-between my senses of reasoning. I paced to the study room and picked up the book I have on my table. I have not been able to get to another page. I am just at one page ever since. The curse is something I wouldn't love anyone to know about because I don't know how to break it. The curse is a difficult thing and now that she has known, the bond from our fate would act as a catalyst to put us together. I couldn't really concentrate on the book. I will open a page, read small. Before I know it, I am already thinking heavily again.

cried Price. “Language!” Amy and I chided him at the same time. Isaac faced me with an incredulous frown. “C’mon.” I produced my phone, where I had downloaded Trisha’s SLS app, and looked up at the couch. “May I, ma’am?” “Show him,” the phone app replied, giving the Haunters a good start. “Thank you.” I opened the app and let Isaac see my screen. The sticks showed Ann sitting on the couch, with Edward and Joseph standing behind her like soldiers.

We decided to step into one of the shops, a bell tinkling as we entered. The interior was cramped and dusty, filled to the brim with all manner of strange objects. Dolls with eerily lifelike eyes stared at us from shelves, while jars of wet specimens lined the walls. “Creepy,” I muttered, picking up a small figurine that seemed to be made of bones. Chris nodded, examining a collection of ‘cursed’ amulets. “Yeah, but kind of fascinating too, don’t you think?”

Suddenly, her body is wreathed in curling flames and my dog tags rise toward her scarlet breasts, straining on their beaded chain, forsaking gravity for her magnetism. The vision lasts for less than a second and then it’s gone. It’s Gemma again, only Gemma, her eyes squeezed shut and mouth open, face contorted with ecstasy, body wracked with tremors. She washes over me like a crashing wave, her sweaty hair falling in a curtain around my face. I catch a glimpse of something bronze on the dresser beyond the candles—a triangular spike with a demon-headed pommel protruding from a wooden base. The phurba.

Crack! Harvey crushed the second layer of the pagoda. “This is a rock with a psychedelic scent. It’s fine to smell this for a short period of time, but exposure to long periods of time will lead to a mental disorder. Even if death doesn’t come soon after, it would lead to loss of control of one’s entire body.” Crack! Harvey crushed the third layer of the pagoda. “Aside from that, there’s also a cursed doll in this layer.”