Roaming Ghost Phasmophobia Novels & Stories

“So what exactly are Head Phantoms?” I questioned. “Like what do they do?” “They watch over the Darkened Shore. They’re kind of the guards.” Agaras explained. “They’re supposed to make sure everyone who’s supposed to be remains here and beings that aren't supposed to be here stay away.” “Not very good at their jobs are they?” Penn asked. “Well they are blind.” Gwenna pointed out. “They can sense a non ghost, though. That’s why we must be careful. Even if they can’t see you, they can find you.”

"He was just a ghost. And I'm tired of ghosts." As Liam watched her taillights disappear, he chuckled and whispered to himself with a cynical smile, “You are so going to regret this, Robbin.” Before Liam could react, a low, muffled sound came from the shadows behind him. Liam’s eyes widened. A small, dark mark appeared in the center of his forehead. He didn't even have time to scream. He collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut, hitting the wet ground with a dull thud.

Suddenly, Oliwen raised his hand and he said: “Me!” “Oliwen? Alright, but you should be careful, the Domin’s citizens are not friendly at all.” Oliwen: “...” “About the prophecy…” Pure waved her hand, and a crystal globe appeared “We should take a look at this globe.” When she’d just finished talking, a sudden light appeared in the room. Then the room was covered with a strange light. That kind of light made the room special. A dim picture appeared on the globe… That is a village, a village in the human world. A boy standing in the alley with a beggar…Then a small beautiful star fell on top of the boy. A series of deep breaths resounded from everyone in the room.

You could see it in his face the second he realized Rose wasn’t waiting around anymore. I ignore the shouting. Ghost is still baiting him, grinning like he’s high on the chaos. Bones is snapping that Ghost has no right to touch her. Ghost, cool as ever, fires back that Rose isn’t claimed. That makes her fair game. It’s not wrong, even if it’s cruel.

He swerved into a narrow pathway that led to the hideout. “I didn’t let him go. I just couldn’t kill him," Ghost clenched out, resting his arm on the window. “You had a gun." “He’s immune. A fucking werewolf." “What?!" Scar glanced at him but immediately fixed his eyes back on the road. He was going at a crazy speed. Taking his eyes off the road would be suicide. Ghost was silent. But his jaw twitched in anger. He glanced at Ciara again. In a few hours, she would be tortured to spill whatever she knew about Vlad, or should he say “Tyson”.

Wrong-fucking-move. The floorboards creaked as I took my next few steps and I completely stopped, the breath in my throat stuck midway. The wild beating in my chest returned and I listened again for Sam and Damien, but there was silence. They heard me. They had to have to heard me. Werewolves weren't Apex predators for nothing. We were at the top of the food chain. I had no choice. I broke out in a run for Sam's room and as soon as I had reached the door, I turned the cool knob and slipped into more darkness. Thankfully the moonlight shone in through the glass doors that led to the balcony.

He had no idea what to do, but he knew he had to find someone to keep on selling this lie. He knew today was supposed to be his official day back at school, but he wasn't mentally stable to go back and he knew it. Struggling to recover from his mother's demise and now he is seeing Ghosts. He got into his bathroom to wash up and prepare for school. Turned on the shower and stood still as the water paraded his skin and him exhaling, he felt calm at least. He closed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair, and immediately saw Tasha calling his name, her eyes filled with darkness and Her hand stretching out to him. He couldn't move, his heart felt like it was being squeezed. He couldn't breat

No, being in that condition right now, with brown fur covering all over his body, has kept him warm long enough to see that treacherous old man from the sideline. Soon, your head shall be mine, he reminded himself before he shielded up his mind link so that Xavier will not be knowing what he was thinking right now. Then, that scent hit him again. Caleb turned around to see who was it with him in this dark, murky forest. It was later in the evening where most people in Paphos, Cyprus, would not dare to come out and staying outside after dark. They don’t want to get tangled up with the tight community that was the true ruler of Paphos.

The most they did was peeking, nodding, or employing arm-pointing gestures in random directions before an attack. Phantom made these random arm-pointing gestures, however, the extremely bizarre reason behind them. Every time Phantom pointed in some direction, they both would immediately begin to forcefully drive the Malaka in that very spot. It was impossible to guess what exactly was going on, but every time the beast reached those spots, he would get in a disadvantageous position, letting one of them land a deadly blow instantly. Like deadly landmines, these spots would always turn out to be some kind of hidden danger zone.

He wasted no time weaving through the mass of spirits as he barreled across the charred ground to the mess house. Roy braved a look in Angel’s direction. Jackson was right. She was getting uncomfortably close and the spirits that had proven themselves lethal by tearing Harold into pieces only to become like zombies were acting a bit more animated. “Did ya make that change in the spirits? Is it yer magic that’s keeping them calm?”