Roaming Ghost Phasmophobia Novels & Stories

[Feral Ghost- Elite rank] Level 21 EXP-4000/12000 HP- ??? CON-??? ATK-390 STR-130 DEF-55 DEX-11 Speed-58 AGI-58 Mana-150 INT-30 [Skills- Perception(Unique) Stealth(Disaster) Dark Vision(R) Demise(Unique) Monarch's blessing(Epic) Shadow Blades(Elite)] Ten minutes later, I find myself standing in a vast cavern. There are even more tunnels leading elsewhere. The area is so large that a few hundred people should be able to commute here in no time.

The coincidence was just too much to be true. He took another look at the name on the ID card; with his imaginative eyes he slowly turned the name Heaven backwards and it appeared as Nevaeh. He has been sleeping with a ghost he concluded. There was no need to call a prophet to reveal it, even the blind will see and understand this. He needs to drive this thought away, make the pain and fear disappear, he needs to get drunk; so he ran away from the morgue and went to a beer parlour.

Just a few minutes of walking and we are now in front of Domlur, the gate is still there but the atmosphere, the surroundings, and the color of Domlur scream doom. We immediately hid in a wooden cart not too far from the gate, we scanned the whole place and it seems pretty quiet and there’s not a single werewolf guarding the gate. Like it wants them to allow hunters to come in. “Easy,” Rendall muttered and slowly stand up. “Rendall! Come back here,” I whispered. I know it is suspicious, but at the same time, I also think that this will be easy. “There’s no guard,” he said as he carefully walks near the gate and scan its lock.

It popped free of its socket and I dropped it into the open bag at my feet. I squinted, the eye scorching light from the other bulbs making the pools of shadow beside us difficult to see. Host-less Shades stayed hidden during the lighter hours, even beneath their violet sky, but that didn't mean you wouldn't come across the occasional desperado, willing to risk everything for a shot at owning human flesh. I dropped the piece of clothing that protected the new bulb into the bag and paused, frozen by the shiver running down my spine. "What's wrong?" Aaron called from the front.

My voice bounced around the tiny apartment, thick with rage I couldn't hold back. The ceiling light started going berserk, flickering on and off wildly. A chill shot up my spine, sharper and deeper than ever before. In the corner, a patch of shadow began to twist and ripple, gathering into one spot. A human-shaped silhouette, darker than the darkness around it, slowly peeled itself out of the shadows. The figure was tall and slender—it was a woman's outline wrapped in an indistinct shroud of black mist. There was no wind, but it felt like the air had been sucked from the room in an instant. Then, an icy, emotionless voice rang out. It wasn't in my ears, but directly inside my head.

The dinner plate was overturned and crashed onto the floor with a piercing noise. Patrick’s hands trembled uncontrollably, his phone nearly slipping from his grasp. He roared in fury, "What the hell are you talking about? What rental apartment? Are you messing with me? Do you have a death wish?"

he whispers. That thought terrifies me more than anything because I knew that Ghost has her scent now and no matter where she goes, he is willingly to follow her to the ends of the earth……fuck. I go back inside, fall onto the bed and open the book, tracing the first line with my thumb.

I whispered and kept my eyes at Maximus GHOST who was now standing outside Seaton house and staring at me in deep vengeful gaze. Third person POV: Maximus ghost was glaring at Jasmine, his eyes were Red like blood with vengeance, he gritted his teeth and opened his mouth wide in split second his ghost entered Seaton house and marched on Jasmine and lifted her up by her neck… Jasmine was shocked and numbed for a second to react, she was now hold by neck in air by Maximus ghost…. Jasmine choked and started to struggled, she tried to chant a spell to cast Maximus vengeful spirit away but unfortunately no sound came from her throat, she like an insane person started to kick and push him but she

Third-Person POV The vicious comments online terrified Grace. She stayed locked inside for days before finally running to Richard in tears. "Everyone online is attacking me. Some people are even threatening to kill me. I'm scared." She threw herself into his arms, sobbing. "Maybe this is God's punishment. Why did you slander Chloe online?" Grace went still. Instead of comfort, he'd accused her coldly. "No, that's not true. I didn't slander her. David said Chloe didn't like him..."

His brows and eyes looked uncannily like mine. "Nathan? You're back! You've forgiven me, right? "They all said you were dead, but I didn't believe them. I knew you wouldn't leave me!" Like a child who'd been wronged, Helena sobbed and threw herself into his arms. But only seconds later, she pushed herself away and stared at him in confusion. "No, you're not him. You don't smell like Nathan. Get away from me…" She suddenly screamed, grabbing her glass and smashing it against the floor. "You're not him! You're not him! Get out!"