Roaming Ghost Phasmophobia Novels & Stories

Her scent washed over him then, unbidden and potent—warm and sharp, like smoke curling from embers, laced with the spike of adrenaline and an undercurrent of something deeper that stirred his wolf, making it bare its teeth in silent recognition. Fuck, he thought, not the time for this. He locked the reaction away, forcing his breathing into a slow, measured rhythm as discipline reasserted itself, a well-practiced barrier against the pull. Another crack echoed from overhead, closer and more insistent this time, dust raining down in earnest. “We’re moving,” Ghost declared, his decision final. “Your ceiling’s not done falling yet, and we’re not waiting around for the next one.” She glanced upwa

Pan Phineas leaned before Dorin, took his other hand, and trailed his cold fingertips towards his upper arm. “Do you understand now, Dorin?” he asked as he raised his head to face him. Dorin could see the base of his non-existent nose and his lipless mouth. “This time, when I pull the wards off, I want you to empty your mind and remain as calm as you can be. Think of nothing. No happy or sad thoughts. No positive or negative ideas. Simply think that you are floating in thin air with nothing to hinder you. To be nothing. To be null.”

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

in the evening when Angela and her daughter returned, they found the whole family seated at the living room waiting for them. They looked at them eagerly, it was scary to them, strings of thoughts ran through their mind, where have we gone wrong? What have we done? Angela breathed out loud, her heart beat faster, it could barely be heard by someone next to her, she folded her hands in fear tried to get words out of her mouth, but couldn’t, she had never been that scared in her life before. She was not ready to lose the battle yet, she was willing to do anything just so she could stay and make them pay for her misery.

Inside my apartment, I collapsed on the couch, my mind was everywhere. The photo. The rumors. The mask. The fear in his eyes. “Damn! I didn’t show him the picture again.” I can’t keep doing this blind. I grabbed my laptop and started digging deeper into “The Ghost.” I needed to know the whole truth. Because if I was going to stay fucking this man, if I was going to keep sucking his cum which I knew I wanted to stay. I had to know exactly what kind of beast I was falling for.

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.

“I’m sorry, Liam. I don’t know how to sense them because I’ve never seen a ghoul before.” “Damn it,” Liam mutters under his breath, tightening his grip on my shoulder. “We need to get out of here. Fast.” Before I can even process what Liam is saying, the ghouls appear out of nowhere. Their ghostly figures seem to appear and disappear almost like a mirage, and their shrieking fills the air. Fear takes over me, especially when I hear a voice inside of my head say, ‘Purple-eyed wolf. I want to feast on your blood and take your powers!’

If I ever left this place, I never want to come back as it is really capable of taking a toll on your mental health. I moved over to the next ghost. I was sweating as I was hoping it won't be a hard task. Then she peered into my eyes and smiled. “All I need now is an iced cream from your world. I want it from those who sell on the roadside or streets. They have an iced cream stand. So, whichever one you want to get it from, you will see a customer ordering two, but another one would appear which only you can see, and it will be shuffled so fast. You have only one chance to pick the iced cream for ghosts. If you pick the wrong one, you'll fail.” She explained, with a smile.

She spits blood and she feels that she will be defeated if she can’t use the tactics and techniques. She closed her eyes and this time the ghost stone inside her body showed up in her mind. Alex was confused about where she was going, “Did I teleport? What kind of place is this?” The place was like a dimension without an exit portal. She was confused because the place was too quiet and she was walking in water. She was shouting to call for help, but suddenly the stone that she swallowed earlier appeared in front of her.