Cursed Objects Phasmophobia Novels & Stories

With a choir, singing in her living room! “Beth,”Emma said ever so sweetly,“honey,are you totally sure you weren't having a dream?You must realize how this sounds!All this talk of caskets and corn children giving you ominous warnings….did you watch a horror movie before bed?You know how those upset you.” Beth composed herself as best she could.”No, I didn't watch a horror movie Em.I came downstairs thinking I’d left the telly on and there in my living room was a casket with me in it!And a choir of children.”

I look back at him askance, narrowing my eyes and placing my hands on my hips. —Don't play dumb Alex. You did it on purpose. I don't know how you knew. I don't know how you found it. But that necklace, that thing ... - I say pointing to the ruby inside the wooden chest. - Somehow it made me have that vision. He bows his head repentantly and sighs almost inaudibly. —Are you going to tell me what the hell is going on here? - I snort enraged.- It's one thing to read that book, which frankly scares me sometimes and quite another is to come into contact with cursed objects that make me hallucinate!

The words from my mouth were cursed. Anything I said came true. When I was eight, a child trafficker broke my right leg. I stared at him and said, "You made me limp, so I'll make you limp too." A second later, steel pipes from an overturned truck went through both his legs. When I was twelve, a staff member at the orphanage stole my winter coat. I said to her, "You stole my warmth, so I'll give you the cold. You won't live past tonight. Ice will be your coffin." That night, she passed out drunk in a walk-in freezer and froze to death. Then the wealthy Shaw family found me and brought me home. However, I knew I was a monster, so I kept my mouth shut and acted like I was mute. But

Ethan replied impatiently, "Should we have left Mandy and the kid stranded in the middle of nowhere? Besides, we arranged for someone to pick up Heidi. It was just for a short while, so what's the problem?" "Arranged for someone? Just for a short while?" I stood up abruptly, swatting away his hand, my eyes blazing red. "Ethan, do you know that because of your damn 'short while', Heidi, she..." My voice choked, unable to continue the horrifying truth. Ethan frowned impatiently. "What are you trying to say?" "Heidi, she..." I took a deep breath, trembling as I spoke, "She was killed by wolves!" As I said those words, I felt every part of me crumbling, my body ice-cold, and everything went dark

Everything in my field of vision blurs a little from the venom in the forsaken bite and I have to keep blinking in order to clear it. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck!' I think and my wolf laughs at me. I swear I can see a smile on her face as she takes over. "Whatever you're thinking about me, you can stop it right now Celeste.." I tell her. She rolls her eyes and her speed is incorporated into our body. We leave the forsaken behind and circle back to the river to grab our things and maybe even cross. The venom is slowly working its way through my body and I can feel it as it burns through my system.

But peace was not part of the divine plan. Just as her hand reached for the stack of flimsy disposable cups, a cold ripple passed through her. She froze. Not the kind of cold from overworked air conditioning. No. This was spectral cold. An aura. It slithered through her spine, across her skin, and into the back of her mind like static on an old television. Her jaw clenched. "Nope. Nope. Not today." Because lately, very lately, things had gotten visually terrifying. The ghosts, the figures, half-formed whispers standing near the vending machine. And lately… they were getting bolder. Clearer. Solid, even.

I decided to act like a diligent student and read it thoroughly without missing on any chapter. I began reading the part called “the element curses”. It was about people being greatly afraid of one of the elements. The book said if someone fears one of the nature elements it might be connected to how his or hers previous life ended. That was why someone who died in a fire can be afraid of fire through most of his life, and the one who drown would probably be afraid of water. Moreover, if someone, for example fell or jumped of the building and died, could now be afraid of heights and flying a plane, and the one who died in some cave or cruelly buried alive, could now become claustrophobic.

I exhaled, feeling lighter after revealing some part of the secret. "Oh. My. Gosh," Cammie murmured in a daze. "That's why every time we were around her, we felt as if the air was sucked out of the place. I never believed there were such things as psycho vampires." "Psychic—" I started to correct her again, but before I got the word out, Cammie quickly stood up like a soldier. "We have to report this to my mom!" She declared. "No!" I cried. "We can't."

His wolf was getting out of his hand every passing day . "Stop me from turning to monster , Marcus . Stop me . I don’t want to be demon . Please , stop . …"Marcus heard Fire’s pleading voice in his mind. He felt his hand shivering and heart beat raising , listenibg Fire's plead . The rough voice of Fire was turned to normal calm one . Marcus took deep breathes to control his anxiety , seeing the sudden change , again What is happening to Fire ? Is curse started showing its effect ? If the situation goes on getting more and more severe . Then he wouldn’t be able to control , fire more .

Big and dangerous that will no doubt have grave consequences for us all. Especially the one who has hired us all to this Facility. He is mad with a desire for eternal life. He has mages visit us sometimes to do different experiments on the Subject. What they do to him is beyond me. It sometimes appears back in its room with strange black markings on its body. After a few days though; the markings just disappear. This place fills me with dread, and I don’t know how much longer I can continue to work for these kinds of people. The work here greatly tests one’s faith in God.