Monkey's Paw Wishes Phasmophobia Novels & Stories

My mom rode him like an angry bull when I finally began to regain my faculties and moved to prop myself up. I threw my hands out behind me to prop myself up when I saw the sight and felt the item that had set the rest of my life into motion, my mom’s lifeless body crumpling to the floor and a hammer lying on the work bench beneath my hand. I moved, locked in a haze of disbelief and shock, my body moved of its own volition as my fingers wrapped firmly around the handle of the hammer with the hooked, nail-removing side forward. I couldn’t even see what I was doing as my legs automatically stepped forward for me. The only vision that flashed across my eyes was the sight of my mom folding with w

But something was off. I felt it before I saw it—a wrongness in the air, a shadow at the edge of my perception. The pendant warmed against my chest, warning. "What is it?" Kael asked, sensing my tension. "I don't know. Something's—" The wolves screamed. Not in pain—in terror. Their eyes went wide, their bodies rigid, and then they collapsed, clutching their heads, writhing on the ground like they were being torn apart from inside. "Get back!" Caspian appeared from nowhere, placing himself between me and the fallen wolves. "It's an attack—psychic—"

The first thing that comes to my mind is that he wants to give me some sort of acupuncture. Sadly, my assumption is soon proved wrong. Phantom waves his hands and I am rendered paralyzed. I cannot move even my neck afterward. I wonder what sort of devilish sorcery is this. He then selects about thirty needles and starts inserting them into my nail beds, pain is so excruciating but I cannot even make a sound. It seems like this Phantom guy has sealed even my voice with his dark magic. On each nail, he inserts three needles and leaves them there. It then strikes me what their motive is. They want to inflict as much pain as they can without leaving any traces of evidence.

Her hand fumbled along the table's surface, hoping to find a light switch. Just as her fingers brushed the table once more, she touched something warm and soft. Aloha let out a blood-curdling scream, recoiling and tumbling to the ground in her panic. After regaining her composure, she muttered "Hell" repeatedly under her breath, hoping it was all a hallucination. The silence that met her offered no comfort, and she realized with dread that she might be losing her mind. Determined to regain control, she summoned her courage and extended her hand once more.

Trembling, she clutches onto her blanket, feeling paralyzed with fear and uncertainty. Sunny shouts, Please leave me alone! " But the spirits pay no heed to her pleas; their whispers only intensify. Desperate, Sunny frantically searches for a way to escape the haunting presence, her heart pounding in her chest. Sunny gets off the couch and runs to the corner of the room, looking around while hearing eerie whispering. She's scared to move, fearing that any sudden change might provoke the spirits further.

But there was a monster before her, ready to squeeze the last breath out of her lungs. The Phantom turned towards her, Ashley, breathing heavily through its muzzle while it strained its eyes at her, showing off its fangs with a slight growl. Mila still crawled backward with her hands and her feet, until her hands felt the hardness of a broken branch. Her eyes were quickly driven in that direction, her hands suddenly grabbing a hold of them. She stared at the wood in her hand, too heavy to lift without adding more strength. She looked at it with the thoughts of what the wood would do, the damage it would cause when she smashes the wood against the monster's head.

That is four different ways that could lead to an exit or could lead to someone hell bent on killing us. I personally am not a fan of those odds. “Which way should we go?” Ellie asks the group. Raf looks between them, but says nothing. Grimm looks at Moira and smiles. “How about making a wish for us?” Moira nods, although I know who much she hates making the wishes. She turns to face Raf. “I wish we had some way to know where to go to get us out of here safely.” A little blue orb of light appears in the hallway, glowing and dancing in mid-air. Moira looks at it and blinks. Ellie shrieks and backs away, as if it might suddenly sprout teeth and eat her. Grimm chuckles. “Wish granted.”

IMMEDIATELY! In my frantic escape from one of those beasts, I came across three at the same time. This place must be the hideout of these beasts. Above that this time, they noticed me. The momentum I am riding causes me to stop too quickly, resulting in me falling to the floor. What a shame I can't see clearly! There is a way for me to escape, but I am unsure whether it will work. Damn it, I'll just have to try! PLAY DEAD!! [Play Dead: Stops all movement and emit a foul smell that monsters avoid]

Perhaps there was someone else in there with him. “All I really want is to avoid Joshaya.” I grabbed the edge of the coffin. It was cold and grimy and made me want to wash my hands. Particles of dust rose as my hand slid along the edge, the decayed corpses of a thousand spiders, probably. I lowered my head to see better, holding my breath. “Nobody needs—” A skeletal hand jumped out of the coffin and grabbed my wrist. I would have screamed, but as soon as I opened my mouth, myriad floaty spider-remains were sucked in and I began wheezing.

"Take it. I need to show you what I see when I dream." Tamara hesitated. His hand was more silver than flesh now. "Please. You need to know what Smith is doing." She took his hand. The cold burned. Instantly, visions flooded her mind. Smith in a warehouse at night. Wolves kneeling before him. He walked among them, touching each one. Where he touched, silver parasites crawled under their skin. Tiny. Almost invisible. But alive. "The moon rot," Theo's voice echoed in her head. "Father's gift to his followers."