Cursed Objects Phasmophobia Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“You have people binding curses to objects with black magic. The thing is, once you bring it into your possession, you can’t get rid of the course only by disposing of the cursed object. It is much stronger than that.” Hissy sighs while caressing her arms. “Worst case scenario is when you need an exorcist.” “Oh my God.” I step up next to Ruggerio, looking at the small pocket watches as I whisper, “But why would they do such a thing?”

Vira finally asked, since Mom ignored me. "Nothing." She was doing that thing again. When all the attention was on her, she suddenly pretended to care about me. To try and make me feel less sad that I never get attention. And she doesn’t need to know my nightmare anyway. I’ve been having strange dreams lately. Last night, I was being chased by three wolves. We were all in wolven form. Crazy, because I rarely shift. But those wolves were after me. What made it scarier was the fact that I didn’t recognize them. They were larger. Definitely not from this pack. They chased me along the pack's border, running fast and closing the gap as I slowed down. I burned out quickly because, honestly, I’m o

Frustration bubbled inside me as I clicked link after link, searching for anything that felt real. Then I found it. An article buried deep in an obscure forum, titled “The Forgotten Threat: Nightwalkers Among Us.” “Guys,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “I think I found something.” They crowded around me as I scrolled through the page. It described creatures that thrived in darkness, their eyes pitch black, their presence marked by death and destruction. The details were sparse, but the fear in the writer’s words was palpable. “This has to be fake,” Zane said, though he didn’t sound entirely convinced.

"No, I mean after the other really weird mystical gangbang you've had recently." Shamira gave the girl a frown. "Sarcasm doesn't become you." The she grinned and said, "I'm actually doing fine." "That was some weird shit. You fantasize about that stuff a lot?" Shamira shook her head. "I hadn't thought about that in a long time," she admitted. "I remember seeing this really creepy japanime flick called 'Curse of the Overfiend' or something like that once. I hated that none of the girls in those movies actually consent, but --" She paused. "This is going to sound sick, but the whole thing with tentacles . . . this unstoppable thing that just fucked you until you couldn't take it anymore just g

The sight before him had scared him speechless! Sebastian frowned. He looked at the other three stones and announced, "Continue digging!" This time, no one dared to retort. As expected, after half an hour, objects wrapped in red cloth were discovered under the three rocks. Every object was different. There was a black dog's bone, a clump of black hair, and a pair of red embroidered shoes! Even the untrained eye could tell that those four objects looked like cursed items! "Dr. Ballard, what's going on?"

I had asked staring deep into Lady Percival's eyes through the mirror as she combed my hair, while caressing my cheeks fondly. She has been demonstrating her fondness for me through her attitude towards me, maybe she was just fascinated by me but who cares? She removed her eyes from my own in the mirror and turned to pick up another comb since the first one was harsh against my hair. "No we are not, we are demons," I shivered in fear as the thought clicked in my head. 'Demons? Are demons real, are they going to kill me too.' my mind was racing with negative thoughts and the possibilities of them killing

The air crackled with energy, and a sense of foreboding filled the space. Carefully, they examined the artifacts, their knowledge of history guiding them. Suddenly, Aidan's eyes fell upon a cracked, weathered scroll tucked away in a corner. He unrolled it, revealing faded text. "This... this seems to be a record of an ancient curse," Aidan exclaimed, his voice filled with awe and concern. "It speaks of a forbidden power that can erase memories and warp the very fabric of reality." Casey's eyes widened as she looked at the scroll. "Could this be the source of Phenrix's memory loss?"

My wolf pushed harder with every second, restless and desperate now. Eager to see his mate. That realization only made my chest feel heavier. The pack estate finally appeared through the trees and my wolf didn’t even slow down before leaping over the gates. Warriors immediately lowered their heads when I shifted back. Something felt wrong immediately. The atmosphere inside the estate was tense. Servants stood around whispering nervously while some avoided looking directly at me. My chest tightened painfully. The moment I stepped into the hallway, Mira stormed toward me furiously. “You’re unbelievable!”