Cursed Object Phasmophobia Novels & Stories

Kendra had a feeling that he wanted some sort of response, and so she meekly shook her head in the negative. “We destroy them,” He said, “We hunt them down and kill them, skin their carcasses and wear their fur as a cloak, now that’s what we do to them,” He stepped closer, and Kendra involuntarily took a step back, unadmitedly fearful of him now. He was as vile as the rumors had claimed, perhaps even more. “You fear me lass,” He pointed out darkly, taking another step forward. “Why do you fear me? There’s no need to fear, for all I want to do is rid the world of the people afflicted with the devil’s curse.”

LUXURIA. I desperately scanned through the large books on my table. My hands were trembling. My fear was getting the best of me. The glow in my eyes was becoming difficult to keep in check. It appears and disappears at will. What is wrong with me? Who can I talk to? What if I am truly a cursed one? Otherwise, how do I explain this? Everyone called me CURSED. I think I am beginning to agree with them. I couldn't tell the Alpha about this. What if he kills me because it is evident I am cursed? My curse is spreading faster now.

But old habits die hard, and leading meant responsibility. The mark flared again, more insistent this time. A white-hot brand pulsing from inside my forearm, through muscle and bone. My fingers spasmed against my will. I grabbed my arm, squeezing until my knuckles blanched as if I could physically restrain the curse from spreading. My vision blurred at the edges, and the buildings around me were momentarily replaced by a dark chamber, the silhouette of a hooded figure, and the phantom smell of incense and blood. Just as quickly, it was gone, leaving me cold and clammy in the evening air.

He continues, “What if I help you get over your fear?” The wine took over. I shake my head and say, “It’s not just a fear, I have been diagnosed with hoplophobia and phonophobia, it might as well be my end if I marry a man from the mafia, and what’s the point in having an art gallery if I don’t live long enough to see it thrive?” He says, “What if I promise to help you cross the bridge?” I repeat, “ I don’t trust you, you can use this against me to torture me, you know?”

Not believing they are inside a world entirely different to them. Huzefa smirked at their reaction, extending his hand towards the small portion of inferno set into the real world, “Gentlemen and Ladies, I present to you the curse we called upon ourselves- Welcome to The Dimension of Katastrofi.”

Being almost like a skeleton from being a Mana source to the family of Clarkson who is cursed to have this kind of incurable disease that I have no idea what it is. Wriggling in disgust, pain, and horror, I pushed Phillius with all my might once more and I landed on the soft bed behind me. My heart beats so fast that it’s going to explode in fear as I climb myself back to the other side of the bed, putting one arm in front of my face to protect myself from him, making me aware of how pathetic I look.

It took them days to find out what it meant, Seek the darkness, and you shall be granted power. That was what was caved on the stone. There were still a little bit not contented at that time, they wanted the darkness but how would they get the power? They kept searching on and on for more clues, till they found a secret door that lead to another dark place, they walked into it using torches but they stopped working because of the high tension that was all around the place, their body also shivered from the immense energy they were feeling, despite that they didn't give up and kept walking inside the pitch black path, the walked few kilometers before the reach a spaced room, it has more scary

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

"I don't know. I haven't tried non-directional contact." "Try it now." I turned my back to the object. Sixty feet. I found the current, extended the perception radially instead of directionally, and searched the courtyard. There. Behind me. The dark magic signature of the cursed object, clear as anything I had read at forty feet in the standard direction. I applied disruption. The object went dark. I turned around. Rowan was looking at the now-ordinary piece of iron with the thoughtful expression of someone doing probability calculations.

I couldn’t claim her because of the rogue issues. “Alex, there is something wrong with our mate” Jayden finally spoke after being quiet “What is wrong with our mate?” Jayden suddenly went quiet again then spoke after a while. “I think our mate wolf is domicile. I can only sense her faintly like she is afraid to be seen” I could feel my wolf sadness and desire to protect his mate.