Phasmophobia: How To Find Ghost Room Novels & Stories

She said, squinting her eyes. The only thing I could do was to rub my hands together and sniff. "Alright, what you are going to do is to travel to the ghost house and that is where you will receive what can help Daniel." She said and stood up. I looked at her in confusion until I saw her open up a portal for me. "Go in and be sure to be smart if you really want to see Daniel again." "What do you mean?" I asked out of curiosity. "When you get to the ghost house, you will see three ghosts and you have to do their bid or else, you will stay stuck there for a few years, before you can try again." She explained, patting my shoulder.

How long would I be tortured by fear and curiosity? To boost my courage, I took a deep breath and secretly chanted to myself, "Ghosts are not real, I don't have to be scared, ghosts don't exist, I don't have to be scared. " I took a lighted candle and carefully walked to the door. As I pushed it hard, the door creaked open. I soon arrived at the dark back hall. Raising the candle, I looked around the hall. Unlike the main hall with dozens of layers of sacrificial offerings, the back hall had only an exquisite wooden board engraved with the sun and rose. On the back of the wooden board, there were carved cursive words in the lower right corner of the board, which read, "June and..."

I promised. On my third week in the Manor, I decided I felt brave enough to take things one step further with my invisible roommates. I downloaded a free app, said to use the phone mic to detect ghostly sounds and turn them into words from a word bank, one at a time. It was a simpler, cheap version of the Ovilus, one of those crazy-expensive cutting-edge devices ghost hunters used.

“This isn’t real. You’re gone. I don’t know what this is. It can’t be real.” Her mother walked forward and touched her face. “You’re right. I am gone. But this is definitely real, Nora. You’re in The Stellarum. You found The Spirit Room.” “The Spirit Room?” Nora asked, with a raised eyebrow. Her mother nodded. “It’s a room where you can contact those that have passed if you need help. And sweetheart, you definitely need help. I didn’t prepare you the way that I should have. There was so much that I didn’t get to tell you.”

I pull open my laptop and start looking through the latest finance report. A loud, high-pitch cry fills the otherwise silent room and I immediately jump into action. What the fuck was that? Ghost starts to become alert inside me. He starts clawing inside me, fighting me for control. He wants to get to her as quick as possible and I'm the thing standing in his way. I rush from the room, following the sound of the cry to the Little Omega's room. I push the door opens and I am greeted by the sight of her thrashing in bed, tears falling from her closed eyes.

“The oldest truths are rarely buried beneath stone. They are buried beneath fear.” The hidden chamber had no windows. No breeze. No sound except the echo of four pairs of footsteps descending the ancient spiral staircase. The deeper they walked, the colder the air became. Sera hugged herself dramatically. “I would just like to point out that if ghosts exist, this is exactly where they would live.” Kael didn’t even look back. “If ghosts have to listen to you complain every five minutes, they’ll probably leave.”

“W-What? Robert, what is wrong with you!?” He looked at my lips and smirked. “Nothing babe” “get away” he smirked again and picked me up in his hands. I yelled at him but he didn’t listen, he opened the door and went inside. I realised we were at an abandoned house. It was dark inside. The door was creaking, as if in horror movies. I was terrified. If there was no ghost here, then he would definitely kill me. If he will not kill me, then I will die myself because I have nyctophobia and I am scared of the dark.

She paused, turning to look at me, her green eyes void of the fear I could smell on her skin. "Yes," she asked, arching her brow. She was good at masking her emotions; I would give her that much. "My brothers and I opened up a business just on the outskirts of town a few months back. It's called Panic room. You should stop by." I pulled out our card, handing it to her. She grabbed it, our fingers lightly brushing before quickly pulling her hand away again, stuffing the card in her jacket pocket, not even glancing at it. "I'm only here for a couple of days; if I get a chance, I will. Again, it was nice meeting you." Lilith said, forcing a smile before turning and walking further into town.

But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"

Jax demanded, stepping over a pile of shattered glass. "The Hall of Trophies. But Jax, wait—the readings in that room are inverted," Zilo said, grabbing Jax’s arm. "It’s not a room anymore. It’s a throat. If she stays in there too long, she won't be able to tell which side of the glass she’s standing on." "Then we break the room," Jax said, his eyes hardening. "Tell the Covenant to bring the demolition charges. If we can't find the ghost, we’ll take away its house."