The ghost stopped. It turned slowly toward the closet. Elias felt his heart hammering against his ribs—a sound so loud he was sure the entity could hear it. He remembered the veteran's advice: Don't speak. Don't move. Turn off your light.
"I’ve got something," Elias called out, his voice shaking. "Level two. Maybe three." FiИ™ier: Phasmophobia.v0.7.1.2.zip ...
He clicked the flashlight off. The darkness was absolute. He waited, seconds stretching into an eternity, until the dragging footsteps finally faded toward the basement. The ghost stopped
"Sarah! It’s a hunt!" he yelled, but the front door slammed shut with a finality that made the windows rattle. He remembered the veteran's advice: Don't speak
Elias spun around, but the kitchen was empty. Or so it seemed. A cold mist began to swirl around his ankles, and the light in the hallway began to flicker in a frantic, dying heartbeat. He realized too late that he hadn't checked for a hiding spot.