Cursed Objects Phasmophobia Novels & Stories

I spat, refusing to back down. He laughed. "A freak? Perhaps. But I am a freak with the power to destroy everything you have ever known. Look over there, in the corner." He nodded toward the darkest side of the room, near the curtains. I turned my head following his line of sight and immediately I placed my hands over my mouth trying to muffle my screams. At the end of the room were three statues, judging by the impossible detail I knew they weren't just made of stone, these were actual women.

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.

He had landed in a crouch and was looking at the space where I had been with the locked focus of something that had lost the object it was tracking and was recalibrating. Then his eyes found me again. What I saw in them was not anger. Not jealousy. Not the emotion the mist had been feeding him a moment ago. What I saw was fear. The specific primal fear of a person who is seeing something that their mind has constructed from their deepest terror and cannot distinguish from reality. The mist had not just amplified his jealousy. It had reached deeper than that. Into the part of him that the curse had lived in for years, the part that had been shaped by dark craft into something that responded t

Run Fenris hisses. But can you truly run from something that you cannot see? I close my eyes as my head begins to pound violently. Through the roar of my own blood, I hear a new sound: the slithering of something massive and scaled dragging itself across the ceiling directly above me. A Lamashtu Demon. I begin to run.

Eye of the Beholder is a threat level 4 monster, it's a being of terror to be exact. In Fantasma a single of this monster able to flat an entire large city in a single night, Eye of Beholder was just a oversized single eye with a thousand tentacle around it. The reason why this is monster so highly feared wasn't because it was physically strong, in fact it was quite weak, but it has a whole arsenal of Curses, status attributes ailment attacks and a whole bunch of magic spells. Certainly due to it's annoying abilities, it was ranked as a disaster level existence.

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."

“Come and join me.” Patry let go of Phoenix’ hand. She moved towards the goddess but as she did so the dim light from the lamps in the wall cast their brightness on the base of the throne and she stopped short. At the base of the throne a huge beast was curled up under the legs of the seat, it was pale, it’s eyes were closed. The paler belly of the beast was resting on the cold metal floor. Phoenix stood back, apprehensive of the animal. “What is the problem?” Goyre asked.

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 .