For a moment, only static. Then, a voice—raspy, ancient, and impossibly close to his ear—breathed a single word:
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. FiИ™ier: Phasmophobia.v0.7.1.2.zip ...
"I’ve got something," Elias called out, his voice shaking. "Level two. Maybe three." For a moment, only static