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.
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." He clicked the flashlight off
The van door hissed open, revealing the rain-slicked driveway of . Elias checked his equipment one last time. In his left hand, a flickering flashlight; in his right, an EMF reader that felt far too light for the weight of the task ahead. Elias spun around, but the kitchen was empty
They entered the house, the floorboards groaning under their boots. The air inside was thick, smelling of old wallpaper and stagnant dust. Elias moved toward the back of the house, his flashlight cutting a narrow path through the darkness. Suddenly, the EMF reader in his hand chirped. Chirp. Chirp-chirp.