Phasmophobia (Volume 1)
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Last published Sun, Jun 6, 2021
They slowly enter the room, cautiously preparing for the worst. A looming dread fills their lungs making it hard to breathe. A crackling sound appears somewhere coming from nowhere, and as if electricity is building up the sound gets louder. The already dim lights flicker around the room and then suddenly, a large bang echoed around the room. Books and scraps that used to be scattered on the floor started flying in all directions adding more noise to the fray. One of the particularly heavy books zooms towards the group, which were stationed in the middle of the room, and crashes into Alastor causing him to be pushed back into the wall. He
unconsciously drops the key he is holding, and that causes it to be flown around the room too.
First time writing a Ghost Story. Sorry if its bad, also inspired by Phasmophobia (the game) so go check it out.
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