Phasmophobia Cursed Objects Novels & Stories

The demons were known for a particular trait; ruthlessness. With a forlorn look,she trudged back to the spot where she had been standing. At that moment however,a thought occured to her. She rushed to the trapdoor where Rebecca came out from... In her rush,she tripped and fell on the floor. 'Ouch...' She massaged her temples, the floor was sure hard. "Damn you" She cursed under her breath. She made to stand up when a glowing object caught her attention.. What was it? She tried stretching her hand to carry it from underneath the table,but she couldn't. It was puzzling; the object was close and yet she couldn't get a hold of it. 'Hmmph,' With a grunt, she stretched her hand for the second time

"Do not ever make the mistake of confusing me with any other man again. I don't need to starve you or torture you to bend you to will. My words hold gravity over the actions." He placed the transparent box on top of my thighs while the ugly spider tried to crawl around the tiny circumference. Every little movement of the creature made me flinch even though I was well bound. Phobia could drive someone shit crazy; I understood that moment. "Stop moving, or you will drop the box. If that happens, then I will let it crawl over you." "Fine, I will do what you want. I will have that breakfast, but please, take this away. It creeps me out."

Even printing documents meant running hundreds of yards to a copy shop outside the building. The torment from both lives gnawed at my nerves until I felt I was about to be driven mad by this absurd, malicious hostility. At last, the workday ended. The new fingerprint scanner had been installed. The moment it was time to clock out, I rushed over. This felt like my only hope. If I could escape the curse of the fingerprint machine, maybe I could finally find a breakthrough or some explanation for all these bizarre events. I took a deep breath and placed my hand on the new scanner.

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.”

Convinced that the depths of his insanity must have grown as the sound of Chiri’s speech came to him clearer and more genuine than any of his earlier illusions, Cazer gripped at his head as though it might help to steady his thoughts. “You’ve come to haunt me another night?” he replied coldly. Not bothering to look in the direction of the specter his mind had managed to conjure, he heard the phantom move away from the darkness that clung to the walls. The pieces of the broken mirror crumbling coarsely under the sole of her boots, there was a slight crunch as she approached. Trying to seem impartial toward his answer, Chiri inquired mildly, “Should I not?” Cazer still holding on to one side o

“Stay here yourself and be ready. The locals are unlikely to go to this house, it is considered cursed. But keep an eye on everything here. The men nodded. Baruz climbs the stairs to the second floor . Around garbage, old boards, dust, cobwebs. The steps creak under the weight of the body. He goes upstairs, it's dark here . With tattered furniture around. Part is covered, once with white sheets, now dirty gray. Through the clogged windows, moonlight faintly penetrates in thin strips, illuminating the old sofa. Baruz collapsed heavily into it. Crossing your legs and spreading your arms in different directions . Dust rose, playing in the rays. - Szazzul, there is a conversation with yours, com

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!”

His wolf was getting out of his hand every passing day . "Stop me from turning to monster , Marcus . Stop me . I don’t want to be demon . Please , stop . …"Marcus heard Fire’s pleading voice in his mind. He felt his hand shivering and heart beat raising , listenibg Fire's plead . The rough voice of Fire was turned to normal calm one . Marcus took deep breathes to control his anxiety , seeing the sudden change , again What is happening to Fire ? Is curse started showing its effect ? If the situation goes on getting more and more severe . Then he wouldn’t be able to control , fire more .

he could even see his skeleton in the mirror even without the damn science. He wasn't expecting anything to happen even after killing his mom, but he just thought of ending her rude and continuous sex every time. he looked down at her body once again but this time her body looks old like her dead body had just aged a hundred years. "What is this"; he muttered afraid of what his eyes had just seen. seconds later the aged body turned into a dark fog and disappeared. Kazuma felt tensed, like his bone would jump out of his skin, then he felt dizzy and fell off on the edge of the bed...