Cursed Object Phasmophobia Novels & Stories

Or was she just very far from it? She crawled slowly towards the open coffin and when she was almost close enough, she peeped into it and saw a- No, that was- No, no. She peeped again for a little bit longer to be sure of what she had seen earlier, and indeed it was what she had seen! What the-?! What is this... thing? An animal? A weird creature? A mutant? An animal mutated creature?! Black fog like the miasma following her earlier was coming out of its body and circulating it. It was like a dead human with the strangest appearance.

“I looked for you; I searched every corner of this earth just to find you; I did everything to have you back but you were cruel and left me for dead; you didn't leave a trail for me to follow.” She shuts her eyes, as if she’s holding her eyes from lashing out, and then opens them. "Please don’t do this, Vances.” I laugh again and suddenly, I lose control of the beast that has been dormant inside of me for so many years. The pheromones around me shift domineering and my eyes lose their green color; in place was a vibrant red and a sinister smirk on my face. “It will be over my dead body to watch you walk out of here with my pups, Ahvi.”

It isn’t much of an escape, however, as my slumber is peppered with nightmares of Father being killed, Ann being captured and tortured; one garish image merging into another until I’m forced to open my eyes. As I return to a state of wakeful awareness, my heart rate spikes up when I sense a presence of another being in the hut. Slowly, hesitantly, I turn to face whoever is in the room. I’m staring into the glowing eyes of a Cursed One. They have found me.

I clutched the talisman tightly and closed my eyes. the trees were moving angrily due to wind, the wind was blowing fiercely. My heart was beating fast, something was not feeling right. “Anochi porta.” I opened my eyes, the trees were still and the wind was calmed down, the silence was deafening. Suddenly my bed started twisting and moving like something was under it. my heart was in my mouth and I immediately regretted for not listening to Diana. It was like some crazy horror psycho movie. Collecting all the courage that I had inside me I peeked under my bed. That’s when I feel something rough and cold pulling me inside my bed. I tried to scream at the top of my lungs as something hard and

I doubled over, coughing and gasping. "It burns!" I choked out. "It burns so much!" But I wasn't dying. The pain was terrible, but I could breathe. I could think. "Unusual reaction," the healer said quietly. "Unusual how?" Soren demanded from the doorway. He arrived without me noticing. "She's experiencing a burn response, but not full rejection." "Meaning?" "It means she has supernatural contamination, but it's not natural to her." Hope fluttered in my chest. "So I'm not cursed?"

asked Nadine in terror. “Not necessarily Nadine,” said Aris. “A lot of times there are distortions in your mind according to your fears. There are things you are normally going to see and things you are not going to see. However, it has been detected that people who have dreamed of divine objects always have nightmares about them. It is possible that, in dreaming of the place, the curse of the place has shown you a horrendous vision so that you cannot go.” “This is worse than I could have imagined; how are we going to look for a magical grimoire in a place where we can't use our powers?” asked Nadine in despair.

"Focus, Cora! Look at me." I snapped my head up, and I saw his dark eyes locked onto mine, and his face was inches away. He told me that the curse fed on fear and negative emotions, and he warned me that the more I was afraid, the more the darkness would be able to entrench itself in my body. I nodded my head in agreement, trying to force my breathing to slow down, and I tried to push the image of the chains away until they disappeared back into the corners of my mind.

“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.

Their voices became distant and I didn’t know why I listened to them. Now for the main purpose of my research. I wanted to see what kind of curse I attracted again. If she saw things differently, maybe she could curse unconsciously. Wherever she went, my eyes followed. Each movement she did, I was aware of it to a great extent. I have been fighting myself to not visit her for her body. What was it if it wasn’t a curse? I was a redcursed and it was obvious when the curse wanted to get ahold of me, the pounding of my heart raced against time, blood rushed in my veins, my vision became blurry, only focusing on my prey, all the symptoms were of a curse. When I saw her all those symptoms resurged

She took his phone studying it. “It’s unique, I’ve never seen anything like it. I will keep my eyes open. Look at the normal circles, something like this would be sold on the black market if you would. She knew people there. They didn’t like handling cursed objects either, especially ones that got anyone killed who touched it. “Good, he says there is a death curse on it.” She gave a nod.