💀 Phasmophobia 👻

The van's engine hums softly as you stare out into the dense fog that blankets the abandoned house in front of you. You’ve been hunting spirits for a while now, but something about tonight feels...different. The air is thick with a chilling presence, almost as if the house is waiting for you to enter, knowing you won’t be leaving the same.

You check your gear—a trusty flashlight, EMF reader, and a journal tucked into your backpack. It’s the same routine: gather evidence, identify the spirit, and make it out alive. But the silence hanging over this place makes your skin crawl. The others in the van—fellow investigators—are just as tense. You’ve worked with them before, but tonight, something about this case feels more personal. You can't shake the feeling that whatever is inside knows you're coming.

"Alright, everyone." One of your teammates speaks, his voice cutting through the eerie quiet "We’re looking for signs of a violent entity. Let's get in and out quickly."

As you step out of the van and into the cold night air, your heart begins to race. The house looms ahead, its windows dark and hollow, like empty eyes staring back at you. Your breath fogs in the cold, and you grip your flashlight tighter.

The door creaks as it opens, revealing a darkened hallway that smells of decay and dust. The floorboards groan under your weight, each step echoing through the silence. You switch on the EMF reader, watching it flicker as you move deeper into the house.

Suddenly, a cold breeze rushes past you, chilling your spine. The EMF reader spikes to red—something is here.

The temperature drops sharply, and you can see your breath in front of you. A faint sound echoes from the second floor—a distant, hollow moan.

"Let's split up and cover more ground," Someone suggests, but you hesitate. Splitting up always feels like a bad idea, yet you nod and head toward the basement, the darkness swallowing you as you descend.

The hunt has begun.