Phasmophobia Cursed Objects Novels & Stories

"No, I mean after the other really weird mystical gangbang you've had recently." Shamira gave the girl a frown. "Sarcasm doesn't become you." The she grinned and said, "I'm actually doing fine." "That was some weird shit. You fantasize about that stuff a lot?" Shamira shook her head. "I hadn't thought about that in a long time," she admitted. "I remember seeing this really creepy japanime flick called 'Curse of the Overfiend' or something like that once. I hated that none of the girls in those movies actually consent, but --" She paused. "This is going to sound sick, but the whole thing with tentacles . . . this unstoppable thing that just fucked you until you couldn't take it anymore just g

"Focus, Cora! Look at me." I snapped my head up, and I saw his dark eyes locked onto mine, and his face was inches away. He told me that the curse fed on fear and negative emotions, and he warned me that the more I was afraid, the more the darkness would be able to entrench itself in my body. I nodded my head in agreement, trying to force my breathing to slow down, and I tried to push the image of the chains away until they disappeared back into the corners of my mind.

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

Evan squeezed harder, making Carmen cough. "Die!" "Do you really want me dead? Don't you want to know where Lyra's head is?" Carmen used the last of her strength to say this. Evan froze for a moment before slowly releasing his grip. After a while, Carmen got up and opened the fridge. There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde.

“You’re a fucking werewolf. Not a frog.” For the first time, Karissa laughed. A real laugh. She shook her head, clearly deciding to let the past go. Thank goodness. I didn’t have the energy for drama. I shifted the conversation. “We could smell wolfsbane in the air about a mile out.” Her expression turned serious immediately. She nodded. “It comes and goes. Sometimes it’s so strong I feel like I can’t think straight. Other times it’s barely there.” She glanced up at the sky. “It’s like the sky cursed us.”

Vira finally asked, since Mom ignored me. "Nothing." She was doing that thing again. When all the attention was on her, she suddenly pretended to care about me. To try and make me feel less sad that I never get attention. And she doesn’t need to know my nightmare anyway. I’ve been having strange dreams lately. Last night, I was being chased by three wolves. We were all in wolven form. Crazy, because I rarely shift. But those wolves were after me. What made it scarier was the fact that I didn’t recognize them. They were larger. Definitely not from this pack. They chased me along the pack's border, running fast and closing the gap as I slowed down. I burned out quickly because, honestly, I’m o

My heart sinks and she reaches behind her and stuffs some of the herbs into my hand, “Keep these with you. Chew on a few leaves every twenty four hours and you will be able live. But this solution is temporary. You need to find that object and destroy it.” “Is there any way of tracing it?” Max asks, urgently. “We don’t even know what it is? Maybe if you come with us, you can find it-” “Powerful cursed objects are sought out and destroyed by witches,” The old witch explains. “Which is why they have concealment spells on them. I won’t even recognise it if it was right in front of me.” I look at Max, terrified, “But if you can’t recognise it, how are we supposed to recognise it?”

His expression changed drastically, “What do you mean, resonates?” “I can feel them,” I said, in a low tone, as the crowd regrouped around us. “And more than that, I can feel it. The black coffin. I know where it is.” Zane was totally silent. Zane stared at my fingertips as if they might bite him. “That thing is cursed,” he mumbled, “You know that. If it’s reacting this strongly, it could just as easily be using you.” “I know,” I replied, even as fear rumbled in my stomach. “But it’s accurate. Every time we move closer, the sensation gets stronger.”

Chasyn asks, hurrying over. I stare at her back that is embedded with a message. I can recognise the Oracle’s markings anywhere… but it’s the message that makes my stomach twist. ‘Through time, the curse becomes stronger… destroy the curse of the Gemini and end the war within yourself. You are both each other’s blessing and curse. Return to the place of your greatest fear, for he holds the key. It’s for me. I know it is. “What are you looking at?” He asks, staring at her back in confusion.