-Phasmophobia
OC Ghost different typing than what's described in game, has unique evidences and clues and one extra evidence.
Obora
-Raised Temps (30 C or higher)
-Spirit Box
-Fingerprints
-Ghost Orbs
Strengths: Ghost will raise the temperature of it's favored room as well as set unobserved candles alight that are closest to it's room or closest to someone they're targeting. Hot or lit areas make it move faster. It will occasionally move rooms.
Weaknesses: The temperature difference makes it's room(s) easier to find and distinguish from most ghost. Lighting a candle near it will trigger a non-lethal ghost event and a more active response from the Spirit Box, raises aggressiveness. Moves slower in cold temperatures.
Goals:
-Find out the Ghost type
-Get the ghost to walk through salt
-Have a member of your party witness a ghost event
-Find a bone
Map:
Ridgeview Roadhouse
First Night - Amateur Mode
The ghost investigation team let the ghost settle down after the family in the home had left for long enough, making it easier for a new team to arrive and investigate the haunting, hopefully to discover what kind of ghost they have on their hands that the hunting and exorcist teams can get rid of during the day.
Tonight's the night the investigation team's arrived.
Something felt a bit off tonight. She figured she shouldn't have hurt the family but they were getting on her nerves. Always stepping into her room without knocking, their kids senselessly knocking over candles their parents or her leave lit, tearing up her room or stealing her drawings. They'd smudge up the windows to, and one of their teens was into burning all kinds of incense sticks, some of which agitated and hurt her senses. The blatant disregard for fire safety and respect was enough to get her riled enough to just give a little burn. Nothing too bad she's hoped, but, considering how long everyone's been gone... she shrugged. So long as they weren't bothering her anymore she was fine to move between the rooms and light what candles she wants to.
She heard the keys to the front door jingle before the door opened, the multiple footsteps crossing the threshold, the air pressure difference, the sounds of the house settling as it adjusted to the sudden pressure changes going throughout it. So much hot air had rushed out and like a fire being fed oxygen she reveled in the fresh cool air being circulated throughout the home, she could feel her room get hotter in turn. The fact they left the front door open only bothered her a bit.
She went downstairs, out of her old bedroom, and watched the strangers go about. She didn't know what some of the instruments did, she could recognize an electric thermometer, what looked like a weird flashlight, and a camera but everything else they carried looked relatively alien. She could see out of the front door that it was snowing. It was starting to get a bit too cold with that draft.
She knew she couldn't interact that much but she did her best to try and close the front door a bit, startling a bit when every single one of them jumped to look towards the door. She heard their sighs of relief when they realized it hadn't closed and couldn't help but chuckle. She swirled around them all a bit, looking them all over, curious.
She saw the one with the weird flashlight go to the door and shine the light on it. She saw her handprint in bright green and she got the most wonderful idea. She went into the dinning room, letting her heat fog up the window before she drew a smiley face in it with her overlayed handprints being the eyes. She didn't realize the lights had flickered when she had concentrated like that, but she felt pretty winded after. Interacting with the physical plane that often was difficult to say the least, especially with the cold seeping into the house. The only time it wasn't as exhausting was when she was excited or angry. Right now though, she was watching the one with the light looking at her drawing and another taking a picture.
She heard someone upstairs, she felt the floorboards shift. She darted up there, knocking a picture down in her haste to make it to her room and slam the door shut. She didn't want them in here unless they knocked. That action had severely tired her out and she decided to rest in her bed. Sighing out a plume of mist, if only because of the drop in the houses temperature. She rested up in her room, unknowingly dropping basically all activity aside from her own generated heat condensing up the stairs.
She heard them as well as felt their presence spreading throughout the house. The feeling of being alone that she had grown so accustomed to crumbling away over time and leaving a whirlwind of emotion in it's wake. She didn't like being alone, but the feeling of uninvited people in her territory felt more and more like an invasion as time passed while she rested. She heard the clicks of their watches and could hear the harsher sudden click of said watch stopping. Without even realizing she had come out of the room and was staring down one of the people currently invad- exploring her house. She shook her head, sighing slowly. Being alone had made her antisocial it feels like, maybe she was just overreacting to the people in her home, the weird sounds their devices made. She- heh- ghosted, around the group slowly, head tilting slowly.
She hummed and promptly stopped when every single one of them tensed when she did. She waited with baited breath, wondering how they'd heard her, wondering when the next shoe will drop. She eventually got tired of holding her breath and released it suddenly, watching them all simultaneously jump and start picking up their paces as they went about the house... Okay that was a little entertaining. She proceeded to huff at every single one of them, watching them all jump and swear and she was chuckling as it happened. She eventually decided to go right back to her room though after a bit and simply lounge about, getting a feel for what they're doing around the place, which was apparently poking their heads in the various rooms with their weird gadgets outstretched in front of them. Not a single one of them bothered to knock either and it somewhat ticked her off, reminding her of the previous tenants a bit.
She could feel their slow-going-ness at whatever they were checking out in the home starting to slowly creep her out. She was staring to not be nearly as fond or entertained by the guest as she was previously. She felt a prickling up her non-existent spine whenever they neared her room and her hair lashed a bit in the air. She felt a candle being lit and put down in the hall and she darted out of her room to check it out with a hiss at whoever was closest to it, eyes bright like the flame in the room that seemed to flare when she had made the noise.
She saw them all jump away from her and the candle and she understood that for whatever reason these people could see her right now. She promptly took the candle snuffer from the top of the nearby cadenza and struck one of the poor fools right in the forehead with it before aggressively pointing at the flame that spluttered and sparked in her presence, as if it had more fuel than just the candle whick. Embers had even sparked off of it, and she wanted no part of somehow dying in an another uncontrolled fire. She promptly went back to her room in a huff, unknowingly disappearing the moment she did. She could sense the fire had been put out, but she felt it's heat still practically in her lungs.
The beautiful glow of orange and red, the bright red embers, the smoke, the smoke that at first smells lovely until you inhale too much, it's nice until you're suffocating in it. When you can feel the fire's embers and heat clawing it's way down your throat and scorching your lungs, an unwelcome heat to burn you from the inside out. The smoke had forced the air out of her lungs to fuel the fire in the house. It only took a breath or two, and she had been gone. She shook her head, clutching it tightly, balling up, curling up and gasping to regain her breath, everything hurt, she didn't know why, the smoke was gone, it's cold outside, it's snowing, there's no fire, but there was. There was fire, and smoke, and there was someone opening up her door. In her unstable state she lashed out, harshly. She saw them double over in a coughing fit as if trying to force the smoke out of their lungs just like she had, but it only took a few breaths and they had collapsed on the floor, their body scorched in small places and items scattered on the floor of her room now. She heard the others quickly beat feet out of the house, releasing a rush of cold air back into the house, she hadn't realized the house door had closed. She released a breath, uncaring of the blinking camera on a tripod that had been dropped in her room when the person had died. She knew she'd just phase through it anyways.
The cold seeping into the house felt like a balm but also a curse. She wanted to be warmer. She could light a candle, she's allowed to, she won't let it burn like crazy, it'll be controlled, unlike what those idiots had done. Who puts that type of candle right in the middle of a carpeted floor right by untreated wooden and whicker furniture? Those idiots did apparently, no sense of fire safety whatsoever.
She lit a candle in her room and cracked open a window a bit to clear any possibility of smoke clogging the room. She set her head on the desk in her room and simply watched the candle flame flicker. Sighing out softly as she attempted to calm down from the panic attack that had seized her moments ago. Everything was weird tonight. She shook her head slowly, casting a glance next to her to eye the wisp-like spirit of the person she had killed. Oddly enough it didn't phase her, mostly cause she knew once they left this one's spirit would have nothing tethering them here and they'd dissipate, she noticed that happens with most that die, it used to be something she saw in the neighbor's houses often from a distance. She doesn't know if she's lucky or unlucky, but she does know that this is a weirdly rare opportunity for herself and this other potential ghost. It's never happened in her home before.
She reached out tentatively and touched the wisp, feeling a tugging sensation she grasped and tugged back, bringing the spirit forth into semi-coporealness, a ghost of a ghost if that makes sense. She knows for certain this spirit will leave and dissipate, but now they can see her and she can see them. She saw the fear but also the curiosity, she felt guilt well up in her gut.
She looked them in the eyes, the candlelight reflecting in her own as she apologized.
"I'm sorry, you had come in as I was having a panic attack, one you and your friends had triggered. I have a thing about fire safety since the lack of it is how I died. I'm sorry I killed you, genuinely. I wish I could put you back, let you go with your friends, but you'll be gone soon." She floated around them, observing them a bit and seeing them nod in understanding.
She sighed in relief, and since she knew she could touch this spirit, decided to be self indulgent and hugged them. She didn't feel a struggle, if anything more of a settling into it, and she silent wondered just how touch-starved this person had been in life to make them like it in spirit. She made it a long hug, feeling their spirit settle before they dissipated in her arms, she heard their van outside starting up, closing, and driving off in a hurry. She decided to rest back at the desk, putting the candle out, closing the doors in the house, cleaning up what messes they left behind. She rested quite frequently during that time, she didn't know how long she had been cleaning, resting, and repeating the process, not that time mattered to her much anyways, but she knew at the very least that the food in the fridge had gone bad and that it had stopped snowing a while back. By then she had cleaned several time over, keeping the dust off the shelves. Making sure the laundry was in its proper place (Moving clothes takes the most effort), cleaning broken glass, fixing paintings, putting them back up, and simply resting in her bed. Sighing out and reveling in the heat under the covers.
