Roaming Ghost Phasmophobia Novels & Stories

I snapped in frustration and started walking towards Damon's room to drag him along with me. ~~~Past~~~ Kara limped towards James room in the darkness of the night. The whole house was quiet and covered in deathly calmness. Kara always got scared of the dark. The shadows gave her chills and made her fear the ghost roaming around. James had told her that there were some bad ancestors who were roaming inside their home and in the hallways at night. Scary and lurking to attack. The only safe places where the ghosts did not go were her room and James'.

Regret was already pressing in. The amulet warmed as the sun dipped lower. I stopped at once and shifted. If the humans were right, rogue wolves wouldn’t be an issue here. Still, belief didn’t equal safety. Paisley shifted too. His skin had more color now, but the shaking hadn’t stopped. “We can’t stay here,” he said under his breath. “There are ghosts.” “Ghosts?” “You’ll hear them when it gets dark,” he said. “Something bad happened here. The magic soaked into the ground. It pulls the dead back up, and they want revenge.”

But something gnawed at him, anxiety sharp enough that even my wolf stirred beneath her exhaustion. I stared at the ceiling of the basement room. The lights were dimmed, the concrete cool under the thin mattress. The air felt too still, too watchful. Maybe it was the bond, or maybe it was the way the scent of missing wolves lingered in the corners of hallways, in conversations cut abruptly short, in the shifting glances of pack members who didn’t want to admit something was wrong. My leg itched where the ankle cuff rested. I brushed a finger against the metal. Supposedly it had a proximity trigger—step too far from designated areas and the shock would remind me where I belonged. But I had ne

Vasilios gripped the smaller man’s hand and smiled at him before he introduced him to me. “Cassandra, this is Phantasm.” Ghost. The man whose skin was as dark as midnight was called ghost. I almost made a comment when the man in question smiled brightly at me. “My father thought it would be funny to name me Roho which means ghost in my language,” he said with a laugh. “So Vasilios decided to continue in my father’s footsteps when I came to work for him.”

As much as I wanted to unveil who my phantom was, this place was just a hard pass. Alright, that’s it! Enough of this. I’m leaving! This wasn’t what I was expecting. I thought it would be someplace less menacing than this and a little not too spooky that made me want to piss myself. “Fuck I’ll fall for this shit!” Stomping my feet, I marched my way back into my car and was about to fling my door open. However, I froze. My hand was suspended on the door handle as something caught my peripheral view.

After two years of working at Sensationalism, she still had not found the answer to her eyes. The prayer was still repeated. The host said that they have to pray three times for the game to work. This made Roxanne quieter. She knew she was the one who felt the coldest here. Ghosts appeared more in paintings, windows and walls. There was an oddity that intrigued Roxanne. The spirits here die for only three main reasons: hanging, drowning, and burning to death. Roxanne looked around the room for an oddity but to no avail. She also discovered that the spirits were getting closer and closer to her. “Hey, come back here. Standing next to this lady is very comfortable,” the maid spirit waved at th

I lied about my age and ended up in a secret online relationship with one of the biggest names in esports. He was nothing like his public persona. In public, he was cold and aloof. Online, though, he flirted with me nonstop. When he got worked up, he even said he'd be my good boy. Then my nineteenth birthday came and went, and my wolf still hadn't awakened. Most werewolves shifted for the first time at sixteen. Even late bloomers awakened by eighteen. I couldn’t let Adrian find out I was defective, with no wolf at all. So I broke up with him and blocked him everywhere. Months later, while staying with my best friend Chloe, I heard her older brother speak outside the bedroom. I had heard that

It was a Psychological-Horror landscape—the sanctuary had become a gallery of Elara’s maternal trauma. "Elara, stay back," Kazimir warned, drawing his Glitch-Blade. The flickering edge hissed as it moved through the air, sensing the Corrupted-Code of the ghosts. "The garden is dying, Elara," the ghosts whispered in unison, a hundred different voices creating a Polychromatic Chorus that shook the ground. "The General is gone, but the shards remain. We are the 'Infection' you can never delete." One of the ghosts—the one in the lab coat—walked toward Elara. She didn't have feet; she drifted across the grass, the moss turning to gray ash beneath her. She stopped inches from Elara’s face.

Then she comes closer to Issei side and holds his arm with both of her hands. Issei felt something soft on his arm... 'Guh! I forgot about this...' Issei just took a deep breath to calm himself and then he started walking towards the center. There's a bunch of Ghost monster along the way but they all died just from Issei's alone whenever they tried to get close. (AN: The ghost monster is not exactly a ghost. It's kinda like ghost type pokemon) Ramius still felt a bit scared along the way but not by that much anymore. She flinches every time there's a sudden ghastly voice in the distance, because of that she keeps holding Issei's arm even tighter every time that happens.

"Just don't be afraid of me. If it bothers you, don't look." With those words, he seemed to dissolve into a thick stack of black fog. His face peered from the center and took on a horrifying, almost demonic appearance, with glowing red eyes and elongated features made of the same fog. Emily opened her mouth in a silent scream, but the only sound that emerged was an almost inaudible squeak. "Don't look," he commanded, his voice sounding like a haunted howl of wind. "Hold on tight," he instructed as the group barreled through the line of werewolves and into the night.