Phasmophobia: How To Find Ghost Room Novels & Stories

Chloe went first, and I followed. "By the way," she said as we walked, "the ghosts in the basement are a bit special. They're not as friendly as your 'roommates'." "Oh?" "They attack your mind with illusions," she said, glancing back at me. "They make you see your deepest fears." "Sounds fun." We soon reached the basement. It was definitely different from upstairs. The air was thick with the smell of rot, and strange mold grew on the walls. "This is it," Chloe said, pointing to a room at the far end. "The legendary secret room."

Cheating indeed! “So you've heard too, if in a big hotel like this… especially in the corner room… and in the hallway, there are often sightings? I've met a few in European hotels whose architecture is ancient… I didn't see it directly, but I heard voices and flashes of light… I was so confused… What kind of ghosts in Fiji do you think? … I'm really curious!” "They are in the elevator to the third floor, walking in the dimly lit hotel hallway." "Don't be so scared..."

MARK Shit, my head. The room was unnervingly still, a stark contrast to the chaos erupting in my mind. I found myself in a dimly lit chamber, an oppressive silence pressing down on me. The walls, painted in a ghostly white, seemed to close in, casting long shadows that danced ominously in the faint light. The air was heavy, thick with a metallic tang that prickled the back of my throat. The source of this unsettling aura lay in the centre of the room: a large, white bed, its sheets drenched in a dark, crimson stain that seemed to spread and pulse like a living thing.

I asked, trying to get her to stop panting and talk to me. “My lady, I saw something, it … it looked like a ghost, it was so monstrous.” She managed to say, her voice skiping and very much unclear. I needed to hear and understand what she had to say. “Mabel, you saw what?“ I asked calmly, hiding the fear and uncertainty in my voice. “I saw a monstrous ghost in my dreams and when I woke up, it as here in this room.” Mabel cried as she at the direction of the far end of the room where there was no reflection of light.

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

I have no weapon with me so this little details might help me later. I reach room three six zero eight and open it. It isn’t a normal apartment like I expected but it’s instead a long hall way into the dark. What sick game is he planning? I was scared of darkness and confined spaces. Did he plan to reenact my childhood? Just what is he trying to do? I stand in the door way till my eye get used to the darkness and before proceeding. “I’m here. Show yourself and stop hiding, you coward.” I shout into the emptiness.

My name is Brendan and I am Professor and I have Phasmophobia or fear of ghost that’s why I got my silver ring engraves of a Crow that symbolizes the spirit. I have a third- eyed. Some people says it’s a gift but for me it’s a wound that cannot be erase. My first encountered in my bedroom. I was about to sleep around 10:30-11:00pm.

With a heavy heart, I muster the courage to open the door and cautiously look at my surroundings, relieved to find no one lurking in the shadows. Stepping out into the hallway, my bare feet meeting the cold touch of the marble floors, a sense of unease grips me. This mansion holds a dark history—it's the same place where my stepfather was murdered and met his tragic end. Now, I find myself alone in this ghostly place, haunted by unsettling noises and consumed by thoughts of survival.

Or until he finally decided he did not want her anymore? That thought broke something inside her. The first tear fell. Marilyn wiped it away immediately. Then another came. She stood quickly, suddenly unable to remain in their bedroom. Now she walked out, past the staircase and the family lounge. And down the long hallway toward the guest rooms. She opened one at random, entered, and locked the door behind her. The room was beautiful. Quiet. Unused. Marilyn leaned against the door. Then the tears came properly. She covered her mouth with one hand because she did not want anyone downstairs to hear.

I followed Ghost inside, covering our backs. The house smelled old, like wet newspaper, and dust swirled beneath our shoes with each step. The curtains were drawn, but lights slipped through the drapes’ gaps. Through the kitchen, we reached the living room; white fabric covered the couches and all other furniture. “This fucking gives me creeps,” I murmured, following Ghost on the stairs. “Don’t worry, lover boy. I’ll protect your terrified ass,” Ghost teased, reaching the second-floor landing. “Why do you call me lover boy?” I mumbled, frowning. Each door to the room we passed by was open, and all four were empty, even the bathroom.