Novel & Cerita What Ghost Change Rooms A Lot In Phasmophobia

It led to it through a staircase in the middle of it, and after walking through the ruinous and dusty stairs, Chaos noticed that the room they reached seemed to be one where there were a lot of… strange objects. The room was completely dark but Belphegor's fire, which was unable to burn anything as long as he willed it because it was generated by the power of his soul and phantom as an Undead, dimly illuminated the room. The assistant Will-o-Wisps quickly rushed here as well, flying over the ceiling and the objects, illuminating things a bit. Similar to Belphegor, their fire was Phantom Fire, and it didn't burn anything as long as they desired.

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Whispers in the Shadows Phera POV: Lying in my room, staring at the ceiling, I tried to find solace in the familiar surroundings. The softness of my bed, the gentle hum of the house, usually a comfort, now seemed to accentuate the unease gnawing at my insides. The house's silence was unnerving, amplifying the cacophony of my own troubled thoughts.

Chloe went first, and I followed. "By the way," she said as we walked, "the ghosts in the basement are a bit special. They're not as friendly as your 'roommates'." "Oh?" "They attack your mind with illusions," she said, glancing back at me. "They make you see your deepest fears." "Sounds fun." We soon reached the basement. It was definitely different from upstairs. The air was thick with the smell of rot, and strange mold grew on the walls. "This is it," Chloe said, pointing to a room at the far end. "The legendary secret room."

Just the thought of me sleeping in the same room where Xavier’s mom died sent chills down my spine. “There’s a high possibility of a ghost being in this room! This is crazy! Why would Xavier put me in such a room as this? Why in the world would he do this to me” I was starting to hallucinate because it was starting to feel like ghosts were whispering in my ear. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to evade the sounds that echoed in my ear as I fell on my knees to the ground while covering my ear with my hands.

Then quietly turned the lock. Click. Marilyn's eyes widened. The room suddenly felt much smaller. Even warmer. And much more dangerous. "Marilyn?" Her mother's voice came through the phone. "Are you alright?" Marilyn quickly forced a smile. "Yes, Mom." Her pulse was racing. Raymond remained near the door, watching her, saying nothing. "I'll call all of you tomorrow," she said quickly. "But—" "Promise." Naomi narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Something is happening."

Instead, I grab the nearest chair and hurl it against the wall. The sound of wood splintering is satisfying, but it’s not enough. I grab the next thing—one of my father’s old books, the spine cracking as I throw it across the room. The lamp follows, shattering against the floor. The glass crunches beneath my boots as I pace, my mind screaming, my pulse fucking pounding. Ghost paid them. Ghost set it up. Every fucking time I close my eyes, I see that room. I hear my own voice—pleading, bargaining, fucking desperate. And then I hear his, smooth and calculated, trying to call it off after it was too fucking late.

Without giving so much as a glance at the Queen, he exited the room and climbed the stairs to his own chambers. When passing by Calista’s bedroom, he paused for a moment and glanced at the tightly closed door. He instructed a passing maid, “Go and switch on all the lights in her room.” The maid was momentarily surprised, but quickly answered, “Yes, Alpha.” With a swift turn, Ragnar entered his own room, closing the door behind him. After my encounter with that mysterious ghost, my life in the mansion only grew scarier. I constantly sensed malevolent eyes fixed upon me from behind. Yet upon closer inspection, nothing was there.

Maybe she is inside the room. I move my foot and take a step slowly, slowly and then the other step. But my eyes become weird and the sound of scares and sighs of fear all start in my body. The sweat down my skin throughout changed when I saw that this room again change into that black and scaring room. I look back and see that there is a tile on the floor which shines red in this whole black mansion. I again move and sit near and touch it with my fingers so that perhaps I will let you know what it is and why this tile shines red. But it has no effect on touching it.

“I hoped. Anyway, I knew that one of you would be coming back to tell me what was up. So, I killed time by exploring.” A thought struck me and I eagerly asked, “Did you happen to explore on the top floor?” She shuddered and vigorously shook her head. “I was alone, remember? I kept to the main rooms; away from creepy, lonely ghost hangouts.” “I already told you that walls don’t stop them,” I said with mild impatience. “Maybe not, but the walls make me feel safe,” she replied. “As do lights. I think I’ll turn some on. The sun’s shining, but it’s not making its way in here very well.”

When they discovered it was because of Sia, her rotten reputation sank even further. Somehow, a rumor spread that Sia liked eating dead rats. It sparked ridicule and disgust wherever she went. However, the smell was almost gone. I knew that it was because I had not fallen into her trap. The misfortune she had prepared for me had not stuck. Her scheme was on the verge of failing. I assumed that she would not be able to hold back much longer. Surely enough, two days later, she somehow convinced my other roommate to switch rooms with her temporarily.