Phasmophobia Cursed Objects Novels & Stories

Suddenly, her body is wreathed in curling flames and my dog tags rise toward her scarlet breasts, straining on their beaded chain, forsaking gravity for her magnetism. The vision lasts for less than a second and then it’s gone. It’s Gemma again, only Gemma, her eyes squeezed shut and mouth open, face contorted with ecstasy, body wracked with tremors. She washes over me like a crashing wave, her sweaty hair falling in a curtain around my face. I catch a glimpse of something bronze on the dresser beyond the candles—a triangular spike with a demon-headed pommel protruding from a wooden base. The phurba.

Pointing at the urn in my hand, he shouted. “No wonder Hubert’s been having heart palpitations lately. So, you are the one who’s been harming him in such a despicable way. You beast!” My head buzzed. I had no idea what he was talking about. The others were just as baffled. Hubert’s face was deathly pale as he explained fearfully, “For the past few days, I’ve been vomiting nonstop for no apparent reason, and I’ve been having heart palpitations and tremors, so I found a psychic. He said someone in my family has placed a cursed object close to me. They mean to do me harm.”

Thomas finally came to his senses, his face filled with fear. He hurriedly knelt, bowed his head, and cried, "D-Dr. Ballard, I was blind and ignorant. Please, sir, have mercy and save me. I don't want to die. I don't want to die!" Thomas was frightened to tears. Watching the entire Turner family kneeling and pleading, Sebastian sighed and said, "Since fate has brought me here, I will naturally lend a helping hand." Subsequently, Sebastian spent half an hour using a protective charm to dispel the cursed energy from the four cursed objects and ordered them to be burned.

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.

Big and dangerous that will no doubt have grave consequences for us all. Especially the one who has hired us all to this Facility. He is mad with a desire for eternal life. He has mages visit us sometimes to do different experiments on the Subject. What they do to him is beyond me. It sometimes appears back in its room with strange black markings on its body. After a few days though; the markings just disappear. This place fills me with dread, and I don’t know how much longer I can continue to work for these kinds of people. The work here greatly tests one’s faith in God.

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.

"I really thought the mysterious goddess of yours was part of my portal's unknown side effect, you know, hallucination?" Sarreth said as she sat in front of her own laptop. Sarreth's statement ended up causing my brow to furrow. What the hell with her self-invented portal's side effect? With such a beautiful face and voice, is that goddess still a work of hallucination? "There's no way, Sarreth; the smell of her blood can literally drive me insane, like yeah," I said with a smile. "I'll go to any dimensions to get my hands on that treasure," I added, making Sarreth laugh.

Her thoughts felt tangled, pulling her in directions she did not want to follow. “You do not know what I am,” she said. “No,” he agreed. “But neither do you.” That unsettled her deeply. Elsewhere in the fortress, Alaric stood alone in his private chamber, staring out into the night. He had left Elysia’s room because remaining there had become dangerous. Not to her, but to himself. The curse lay beneath his skin as it always had, a constant presence he had learned to live with. It was absolute. It did not warn. It did not fail. It killed instantly and without exception.

She screamed, making list of the people flinch and younger children cry in fright. "But you know what, I will leave and you will never see me again. Of course I won't leave without a gift for your unborn child, whether male or female, the child shall not experience the feeling of full wolf transformation. You can try to break the curse but you will fail and you will also beg to find me and you will also fail. This is my parting gift to you," she smiled deviously and just within a blink of an eye, Rebecca was gone. ~JASON~

Their voices became distant and I didn’t know why I listened to them. Now for the main purpose of my research. I wanted to see what kind of curse I attracted again. If she saw things differently, maybe she could curse unconsciously. Wherever she went, my eyes followed. Each movement she did, I was aware of it to a great extent. I have been fighting myself to not visit her for her body. What was it if it wasn’t a curse? I was a redcursed and it was obvious when the curse wanted to get ahold of me, the pounding of my heart raced against time, blood rushed in my veins, my vision became blurry, only focusing on my prey, all the symptoms were of a curse. When I saw her all those symptoms resurged