BOO-mers (A Phasmophobia Inspired 3rdLife/HC FanStory)

Part 1

Welcome to the spookys! Again this is highly inspired by the game Phasmophobia and TangoTek's twitch streams where he played the game :D

Enjoy <3

"Everything ok in there?" A voice rang, the sound echoing from the small earpiece in Bdubs ear. Bdubs stared into the dark entry hall that sat before him, strangely not creeped out by its intimidating look.

"All good so far." He responded, clicking on his medium-sized bright beam flashlight. A line of light stretched down the hall, illuminating the area around it. Bdubs heard footsteps come up behind him but was not alarmed knowing it was just Tango. The pointy-eared blond came up beside him with a smile, a small device in his hands that was blinking rhythmically.

"It's all normal so far," Tango said, holding the device up for both him and Bdubs to see. "EMF hasn't gotten anything yet." The light was flashing a soft green, displaying that everything was indeed ok, so far.

"Right Impulse we are headed in!" Bdubs exclaimed, his grip on the flashlight tightened. He could hear Impulse laugh a little through the earpiece.

"Once you've found the room, set up the tripod ok?" Impulse instructed. "And don't break it! It cost all the money from our last job to buy it."

"Got it, Got it!" Tango smiled, moving the tripod stand under his arm so that he could close the door. Bdubs felt his heart drop as he heard the front door click shut. No turning back now. The short man mustered up the courage he had to begin making his way through the house. It seemed normal, simple furniture, nice decor, though it wasn't the house design he was worried about.

"So, What was the name of this lady again?" Bdubs heard Tango ask from across the room. He pointed his flashlight towards him, finding the taller male walking through the kitchen. Bdubs sat and pondered for a moment, truly not remembering himself.

"Don't know, might have been Lindsey Height? All I remember was that she died from being electrocuted."

"Her name is Lisa White." Impulse answered, Bdubs almost forgetting he could still hear them.

"That's What it was!" Tango realized, "Right on the tip of my tongue." Bdubs laughed as turned open one of the doors closest to him. It looked like some sort of laundry room, nothing. He shut it and continued looking around, making his way down a hallway while Tango's footsteps could be heard stepping up the creaky stairs.

"Also don't forget to sprinkle some salt on the ground in the doorway. We don't want to get attacked like last time and not have any photo evidence after. Tango." Impulse said, from the other part of the line Bdubs could hear Tango gasp.

"I forgot one time! Give me a break man!" Tango said, sounding a bit hurt. Bdubs smiled, allowing his friends bickering to distract him. He grabbed a smaller blue light out of the pocket of his backpack and began slowly running it over every surface he could think of. He stepped into a small hall, making his way around to check for anything in or outside of the rooms. He stopped in front of one of the doors, feeling his chest bubble in excitement.

"Yo! I found some fingerprints!" He exclaimed, pointing the light at the two ominous fingerprints on one of the door handles.

"Nice!" Impulse said. "Take a picture for evidence."

"Right-" Bdubs smiled, quickly rummaging around for his small polaroid camera. After taking a picture of it and placing the photo into his jacket pocket all he had to do now was check the room. He put his hand on the knob, then with a quick breath pushed it open. Before him was a dark dull bedroom, with a bed, dressers, and a desk. The thing that caught his eye however, was the closet that sat shut on the farthest wall of the room. The longer Bdubs looked at it, it was like his urge to open it grew. He felt himself walk closer to it, feeling the hairs on his back stand. It felt like there was something in there. In seconds Bdubs hand was floating over the knob. He felt himself shake as his fingers wrapped around the metal handle. 3...2...1. Bdubs pulled open the door violently, bracing himself for something to jump out at him.