Cursed Objects Phasmophobia Novels & Stories

I cursed myself internally, lowering my gaze for a second, " Keep your mouth shut." He watched me intently, his gaze never leaving me alone. It felt suffocating under those red eyes, as though he could see through every lie I tried to tell. Yet strangely, despite his intimidating presence, there was no real anger on his face. If anything, he looked entertained. I took a deep breath and looked at him, " I don't understand why you called me your cure. I know that you are cursed. But I have no power or control over it, right? I am just a mere Omega living in this small world."

“Not that I’d brag or anything.” Seraphine raised an eyebrow. “Right. Subtle.” Mina rolled her eyes. “Dragon boys and Djinn. Always dramatic.” Finally, Lyra spoke, her voice lower, carrying an almost silky quality. “Castle Tenebrae, castle of the Dreamwalkers, incubi, illusionists. I’m Phantasm. We bend dreams and emotions into shape, weaving illusions so real they can make you laugh, cry, or break.” Her gaze lingered on Seraphine, steady, knowing. “People say Phantasms blur the line between reality and desire. That’s why they fear us.”

It has been a thousand years now and many third month of the full moon had passed but I was yet to meet the destined one. I opened my eyes which was filled with agony. My heart felt heavy from the burden I had been carrying for thousands of years. I regretted the day I had killed that innocent man thinking he was responsible for the death of my parents. What I didn’t know was the man had been cursed and whoever killed him would be the new host of the curse. Being able to live for thousands of years might be the longing of many wolves but not me as I was tired of repeating the same cycle over and over again.

6 th April 2021 The thoughts' endless chain was interrupted by Aura . "Ma'am your pasta ." "Aura please dust those paintings there they look quite unkept ." "Ok , ma'am .I will "Aura had already fetched the cloth duster tied to a stick and started dusting when suddenly she started screaming and dropped the duster .The white cloth duster was transformed to crimson colour with drops of red liquid dripping. "Are you Okay Aura " Lily and Lisa had already rushed to the dining room.

Alaric said, kneeling in front of her. “I… have claustrophobia… my body doesn’t react well to closed…” Her eyes drooped before she could complete the sentence. She fell on the floor with a thud. Alaric's face broke out in cold sweat. He fished out his phone and tried to call the reception but there was no range in his phone. “F***!” he cursed and threw the phone on the floor. He banged his fists against the door of the lift but there was no response.

It took them days to find out what it meant, Seek the darkness, and you shall be granted power. That was what was caved on the stone. There were still a little bit not contented at that time, they wanted the darkness but how would they get the power? They kept searching on and on for more clues, till they found a secret door that lead to another dark place, they walked into it using torches but they stopped working because of the high tension that was all around the place, their body also shivered from the immense energy they were feeling, despite that they didn't give up and kept walking inside the pitch black path, the walked few kilometers before the reach a spaced room, it has more scary

They used some equipment—I wasn’t sure what it really was, but there were silvers and moongrass everywhere that made the phantom woman scream in fear and pain as she was chained inside a glass cage where her dark smoke couldn’t get out of it. She pounded the cage with her fist as she screamed. "Do you believe that everyone is safe?" NO ONE IS SAFE NOW, DOMINIC! I planted a curse on all of you! That crystal ball?! That possesses a curse that you could never get rid of, Dominic! This will haunt you forever until your death!”

It led to it through a staircase in the middle of it, and after walking through the ruinous and dusty stairs, Chaos noticed that the room they reached seemed to be one where there were a lot of… strange objects. The room was completely dark but Belphegor's fire, which was unable to burn anything as long as he willed it because it was generated by the power of his soul and phantom as an Undead, dimly illuminated the room. The assistant Will-o-Wisps quickly rushed here as well, flying over the ceiling and the objects, illuminating things a bit. Similar to Belphegor, their fire was Phantom Fire, and it didn't burn anything as long as they desired.

My name is Brendan and I am Professor and I have Phasmophobia or fear of ghost that’s why I got my silver ring engraves of a Crow that symbolizes the spirit. I have a third- eyed. Some people says it’s a gift but for me it’s a wound that cannot be erase. My first encountered in my bedroom. I was about to sleep around 10:30-11:00pm.

It was a masterpiece of Spatial Guerrilla Warfare. ​But the Inquisitors had a counter-move. They began to release Neural-Pheromones—a silver mist that smelled of ozone and ancient, forgotten memories. As the mist touched the Tundra-wolves, their "Sequence-Logic" began to fray. They didn't see the black-carbon monsters; they saw their lost families, their fallen Sovereigns, and the sterile comfort of the original Mother-Hive labs.