Roaming Ghost Phasmophobia Novels & Stories

The loft is open as a thick glass railing that goes to the average person's hips. Ghost looks like a king overlooking his kingdom as he sits on the three person black leather couch with a black metal table in front of him. I can already see the variety of drugs on the table. I see his strange glass bong like contraption that he heats up with a mini blow torch to smoke the dark crystals. There are humans drugs there as well. Clearly, he’s mixing the deathly concoction as he packs the drugs in mini plastic baggies that you would get something small like a ring. Ghost is a dark fae, which means he’s greedy, likes death, and likes pretty women with spunk.

That's fair. Isa ignores both boy and ghost and rushes into the kitchen, fully aware of her sister's death glare towards her. Breathe Isabella. Breathe. She grabs the kitchen island to steady herself. She wasn't about to let him win. No, never! 'I'm killing him.' No! Do not, Daimen! Do not kill him! 'Why?' Is she seriously having an argument with a ghost in her head? This felt like a scene out of a fictional book.

Will she be able to survive all the ordeals if they knew Luca asked her out? Marvina chuckled, "Well, it's just a mere dream. Don't read too much into it. If you're scared of that female ghost, then I suggest for you call for someone to help you chase the ghost out of your house.” She answered casually. Marvina looked at her worried face. She added, "Well, it's just a nightmare. Nothing to worry about. If you don't believe in superstition then don't believe in it. Live your life normally. Unless you believe in superstitious things then I guess you will get used to it in no time."

To pay off my student loans, I started doing spicy streams online. I never thought I'd actually blow up. Every night, my audience floods the chat, fawning over my face and my body. I love the attention, and I work hard to give them what they want. Until I was dropped into a horror game. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a rotting corpse. And for some reason, my livestream was still running. When the game’s Boss told us all to pick a weapon to die by.

​"Where is he?" ​"He’s in the 'Ghost-Tower,'" the Glitcher said, pointing a trembling finger upward. "The one building in the city that doesn't exist on any map. It’s made of 'Phase-Matter.' If you don't have the right frequency, you’ll walk right through it and never see it." ​The Ghost-Tower ​Using the Glitcher’s stolen "Phase-Key," the triplets bypassed the city’s primary security layers and reached the center of the Chiyoda district. In the middle of a crowded plaza, surrounded by thousands of salarymen and drones, stood a void.

’ I had not tried it yet. However, there should be a sea below the Mausoleum of the Empress. So, I would not die. Just as I was about to jump down, someone typed, “Ailina, what’s bothering you? Why do you want to jump off the cliff?” I rolled my eyes and turned around, but I didn’t see anyone. In this game, there was a profession called Phantasm that had the skill to be invisible and could submerge beneath the ground. At this moment, it seemed that this person was invisible. But I know that he must be nearby.

"Why? Why? I just wanted to go home. That's all I wanted." I pulled her into a hug, my voice low. "It's okay. It's over. You can live now. Really live." She nodded through the tears, watching as I headed for the next floor. Floor 28. The player was already gone. I leaned in, careful. "Hello? Anyone home?" No reply—just barking. Then it stepped out. A three-headed hellhound, jaws soaked in blood. One head was half-destroyed, brain matter leaking out.

is closest. After the bodies are safely hidden until the morning trash removal when I’ll already be long gone, I stand the empty shells of armor back up as if the stagnant guards remain at their posts, which assists in avoiding detection before I’m finished and out. If I’m able to get inside of the main building of the estate without killing additional guards by using discrete entrances such as picking locked wine cellar doors, picking locked windows on a higher floor level, or using maintenance tunnels, I do. I use my knowledge of the maps I study for each estate infiltration, usually popping a panel from the ceilings and traveling between the ceilings or roofs using the wooden support bea

The blue light on the headset turned to a deep, warning violet. Elias stopped his movements. He walked around the desk until he was inches from my face. "Why would you ask that, Doctor?" "I saw a photograph," I whispered. "In my mind. A girl with red hair, laughing in a garden. But when I try to find the name, or the face, there’s just... static. A wall of gray fog." Elias sighed, a sound of genuine disappointment. "The 'Grief Filter' is leaking. I told you your willpower was a variable I couldn't fully suppress. You keep reaching for the ghosts, Doctor. It’s very counter-productive to your recovery."

His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories. "It's getting dark , take this book and go read it " he said and gave me the strange old looking book. "Thank you sir, i have much appreciated your help" i said. Now i knew what it was all about, all those confusions were caused by him, my ghost clone. It was night already and the time was 7: 15 pm . I had to rush home , it was not safe for me to be lonely at this time. When i was passing by a certain basement , i heard a woman crying for help, i stopped to trace where the voice was coming from but the moment i stopped the voice also stopped, i started walking then i heard the woman yelling