Insanity Mode Phasmophobia Novels & Stories

Her mother reminded her again. Via paid no attention and watched the movie. The movie was an action and thriller. Most of its characters are old and white men. It was not the movie that interested Via; nonetheless, she watched them with her parents. The action scenes and lack of plot bored her. When the film was is in the middle of its total hour, she went to her bedroom to grab the USB connector. She connected the USB to her phone and clicked the one folder existing inside of it. The USB was said to have 16GB; when she clicked that folder, she saw one video. It had a thumbnail of herself sleeping in the living room last night. The area was dark; she was color white the entire time. She clic

Her eyes widened in terror as she struggled against his grip, clawing at his fingers, desperation flooding her system. “Please… no…” she managed to choke out, but her voice was barely a whisper. Ekansh’s eyes gleamed with a cruel satisfaction as he tightened his hold, his expression an unsettling blend of calm and menace. Shama’s vision blurred at the edges as she fought to breathe. Panic surged within her, each gasp growing weaker, her strength slipping away. Darkness began to encroach upon her consciousness, a chilling curtain closing in. Her heart raced, pounding in her ears, the world fading around her.

THIRD PERSON'S POV “Player 1, you're next," the system informed as Melissa's door dissolved into the wall. Gavin stood upright— his face expressionless as he approached the red door. He stepped in, took in a sharp breath and the door swung shut. The room was pitch black with a lingering scent of ash and blood. A loud buzz echoed. “Welcome to the dark fortress," the system announced, it's tone robotic. “Player has to survive this treacherous path within a day. Reward a healing portion, agility 2×, and one emotion numbness portion.”

Phil was on a high alert when he went home, every movement in the corner of his eye made him turn his head to look at it, he felt paranoid like someone was stalking him. Phil arrived at his house and quickly ran upstairs to his bedroom after locking his front door, even at home Phil did not completely feel safe since he was all alone. He locked his bedroom door and desperately looked for the book of dreams to search for answers to his nightmares. Phil searched and searched looking for more secrets in the book flipping the pages of the book aggressively. Phil felt his rage suddenly rising, he suddenly went mad like wanting to itch an itch in his phantom limb. "AAHHHHH!"

The ghosts looked fully recharged, lounging around in small groups and staring at me with bright, expectant eyes. A cold, mechanical voice rang in my head. "Game completion reaches 100%. Congratulations on clearing the game, Player. You will be logged out in ten minutes." I froze and was utterly stunned that everything had gone by in just a brief blur. Though it was a horror game, it felt like I was just here working part-time. With a sigh, I put on my brightest smile. "Free hugs limited to one per ghost. Anyone?"

And he had only recently realized that around me, he didn't want me to see him in that state, hence he subconsciously calms down after a kill. Honestly i was quite shocked when I heard this. To be more frank, I just couldn't believe it. The Brian Garcia, actually having a weakness now. I giggled as I remembered the first time I saw his profile, stating he had no weakness. Hmmm I wonder how the government will react if their data is now false haha. I brushed those memories off and headed to make some coffee. Just then my phone buzzed and I went to check my messages to see who it was. And god I almost spilled the hot water when I saw who texted.

Insanity rode on his head like the parchment of death, and all he saw was red. “Patrick, I think you should leave. Let’s meet tomorrow, alright?” She whimpered in a little voice, not daring to disturb the raging patient sitting in her living room, close to losing control. If provoked more, the fucker will blackout in blind fury and end up doing something even he will not remember. As if her squeaky tone has infuriated his scorching darkness, lingering right beneath the sinful flesh, a cruel smirk appears on his lips, and his eyes twinkled with a foreign emotion.

damn when I opened my eyes I was now in my room and when I actually saw that I was in my room I immediately fell on the bed. "Damn it! it's like why this is insane." I said yes, then I hid my face in one of my pillows and shouted at the same time. "I hope she didn't see me because she's really upset if she does." I only said now then I got out of bed and started to undress again at the same time I went straight to the cr to take a shower. I took a quick shower there and then went out to see Psyche again and talk to her when my eyes suddenly caught my attention on my table.

I do not wish to play this game anymore. Fangs elongate with velocity, his grip on my ankle hardens claws sinking to create an indent over my flesh. I clench my eyes shut with dread and panic whilst I wail and scream my fear out, my body shivering violently to his relentless wrath. I want mother. I want to go home. My cries echo throughout my surrounding but this male in front of me does not heed to it as though his mind has been consumed. "Phobos!" I scream his name in gut-wrenching fear that leaves me immobile. I do not understand what is happening, why is this happening?

her voice shivered as that night ran in her mind. "What he did to you?" "He-he-he. All I know is that he is crazy. Wild. Violent. An obsessive enthusiast. He can kill with a flick of his finger, with a flutter of his lash," she kept on saying as if in a trance, "if you g-go against him, he won't kill you but extract your soul. When you are u-under him, around him, you have got no other option but to obey because at the end only that would happen what he had mentioned in the very start. I'm scared of challenging him,"