Cursed Objects Phasmophobia Novels & Stories

Third Person's POV At that moment, Pheisar moved. His eyes looked crazed, like a beast on the verge of a total breakdown. His pheromones spiraled completely out of control; the scent of cedar turned razor-sharp, cutting through the room like a blade. He let out a visceral roar at the two figures on the bed. "Who gave you permission to touch her?! You animal, I'll tear you apart!" He swung, his fist slamming into Jeffrey's face with a sickening crack.

Was it fate that made me see him the first time? Was it the work of fate that I wasn't killed? Was it the work of fate that I was assigned to work here. Is it the work of fate that I'm seeing him again? If it is fate, then there has to be a reason. The question is what is the reason? * * JAMAL Cursed! Cursed! I kept hearing the voices as I walked out, I shook my head yet it didn't stop and immediately I stepped out of the room, It was like something hit me in full force!

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.”

As soon as she closed her eyes, the dream continued like it was waiting for her to come back to the subconscious world. Amara shuddered with fear as if she was the part of the dream to see the vampire again. The moment his feet landed on the soil of Hamster, the birds making merry in the air of the blue sky made a preternatural chirrup flying away. The dogs howled as if a huge calamity is going to befall. The ether which appeared bright with rays of sun suddenly turned dark with loud thunders. Within a few seconds there was an outpour of rain as if the heaven was also moarning for the origin of disaster in the city.

Unexpectedly, the object exploded. “What the hell?” The object exploded and released a strange powder that stuck to everyone’s bodies. “This must be a technique employed by Cavern Coven to avenge their fallen comrades. Every member will carry this thing with them, which will be activated when they die,” Philip said calmly, not taking it seriously at all. Philip did not even bother to remove the powder. “Let’s get rid of this thing, lest they come after us. They're very persistent and will definitely cause trouble for us!” Aslan dusted himself in disdain, disgusted by this thing.

They had seen to much, had plenty happen to them and so they were normally requested first to look at objects that were old and questionable. Of course no one admitted that they called Tamara or Max for such a thing. Too afraid that they’d be made a laughing stock for believing in ghosts or magic. But people that worked with old things, took items from places that they never should always found out the hard way. Then they needed to find people like Tamara and Max. They were hard to come by. People that knew how to deal with the problems of curses or possession. How to neutralize the objects so they could safely be on display. Even if they couldn’t do it themselves they knew people that could

Crack! Harvey crushed the second layer of the pagoda. “This is a rock with a psychedelic scent. It’s fine to smell this for a short period of time, but exposure to long periods of time will lead to a mental disorder. Even if death doesn’t come soon after, it would lead to loss of control of one’s entire body.” Crack! Harvey crushed the third layer of the pagoda. “Aside from that, there’s also a cursed doll in this layer.”

I parted my lips, forcing the words out, anchoring myself in the bond. “You are…my pack member.” The connection sparked to life between us, and we broke apart, running past each other without pause. But the curse was relentless, sliding after me like a shadow, pressing, reminding, suffocating. “I can’t even keep count anymore,” Phina snapped, her voice sharp with frustration. “These hallucinations are messing everything up.”

We decided to step into one of the shops, a bell tinkling as we entered. The interior was cramped and dusty, filled to the brim with all manner of strange objects. Dolls with eerily lifelike eyes stared at us from shelves, while jars of wet specimens lined the walls. “Creepy,” I muttered, picking up a small figurine that seemed to be made of bones. Chris nodded, examining a collection of ‘cursed’ amulets. “Yeah, but kind of fascinating too, don’t you think?”