Roaming Ghost Phasmophobia Novels & Stories

She interrupted as she wiggled her hips again, tossing her hair over her shoulder in what she clearly thought was a seductive move. The problem here is that, because she is a ghost, half her body kept flickering in and out of visibility. One second she is grinding on me, the next second, she vanished completely, and then bam, she is back, a little off-center, her knee phasing through my fucking thigh and it's really scary.

I cannot breathe well as I grapple to keep wandering towards him. Tiny steps I take with my bare feet that imprint on the delicate drenched soil, my mind turns dreich and sombre just as the enlarged grey clouds brewing to birth another storm. Uncertainty of what is to come shackles me with a profound atrociousness. I am knowingly entering the beast's den and I know for sure that I shall be pitilessly gorged for that...that is Phobos.

With a heavy sigh, I open the door and get in. I reverse out of the driveway and stop, still feeling the eyes on me. I look up with a groan, tired of this weird feeling. My eyes travel to the top of the building, there is a lone window on the last floor. At first I don’t see anything, then I notice a flurry of movement then the curtains drop. I squint my eyes trying to see more, but everything is still and the window is closed.. I shudder a little, feeling weird. This pack is weird as fuck, I don’t know the hell staying here is going to work out when it has just been one day and I’m seeing ghosts.

The hungry looking rogues circled us, smacking their lips together and growling. Rachel pulled me into her and let out a kick to one of the rogues. She was a great fighter while I just stood their like a useless idiot. Picking up a long stick beside me I poked one of the rogues in the eye making him yell out in pain. Buying myself a few more minutes to think, I found myself wishing I could reach Ben by mindlink. "We're coming. Don't worry." His voice filled my mind and I squeaked in response. How the hell did that happen?

I twirled the rose even more. "Ghost are not real. Ghosts do not exist. He's playing with you. He wants you to be scared. Don't give way into fear. The dark is your friend. There is nothing to be afraid of. There is nothing to be afraid of, there is nothing to" I paused as I backed against a tombstone. I turned to see it was only a tombstone, as I assumed, and Tristan jumped from behind and scared the hell out of me. "Boo!" he yelled and broke into a solitary laugh as my face grimaced from fear to anger.

As I drift into unconsciousness I start a chant of protection against demons *Whether thou art a ghost that hath come from the earth, or a phantom of night that hath no couch… or one that lieth dead in the desert… or a ghost unburied… or a hag-demon, or a ghoul, or a robber-sprite, or a weeping woman that hath died with a babe at the breast… Whatever thou be until thou art removed, until thou departest from the body of the man, thou shalt have no water to drink. Thou shalt not stretch forth thy hand… Into the house enter thou not. Through the fence break thou not...*

I promised. On my third week in the Manor, I decided I felt brave enough to take things one step further with my invisible roommates. I downloaded a free app, said to use the phone mic to detect ghostly sounds and turn them into words from a word bank, one at a time. It was a simpler, cheap version of the Ovilus, one of those crazy-expensive cutting-edge devices ghost hunters used.

Its ears had stood up straight, searching for the source of the sound, slowly breathing through its muzzle as its eyes searched round in the darkness and the woods for the one who made such sound It still had a Mark on its claws. The other had shifted back to his human form, and his pain had increased with his shifting process. He was weak beyond imagination. The Phantom was a powerful beast that night, and his strength had failed him when it came to fighting such a monstrosity. It searched until its eyes had caught the sight of something hidden within the trees. It intentionally reduced his breath, breathing slowly while it strained its eyes deeply into viewing what it had suspected to be t

He moved so that his hands were resting on the table and he was leaning forward a little more, his eyes never leaving mine as he spoke. "There's a pack of rogues on the western border. They are planning to attack in the early hours of tomorrow morning," I said without so much of a thought. I didn't really want to die and I didn't want anything to interfere with the plans I had put in motion. "I have patrols covering every single border. They haven't spotted anything."Jayson raised an eyebrow at me.

“There's nothing here, Corpseboy.” “Well of course there's isn't! I wasted last weekend erecting barriers around your property that would give Asmodeus an aneurysm. All that damnable work. And you still wouldn't rub my feet.” He leaned against the counter. “I assumed it was just your garden variety home spirit. Hobgoblins, domovois- they're as common as drops of rain. Mortals are usually oblivious to them, but Damien's clover tincture gives you the Second Sight.” He poured himself a cup of rose hip tea that I'd set to simmer on the counter.