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Read the title. But make it phasmophobia.
The thermometer showed 5°C which definitely diffrinciated itself from the warmth the rest of the house was bathed in from the June's hot weather. "Fuck," he cursed, pulling his jacket on and gripping it tighter around his cold body, eyes trailing everywhere as he tried to search for anything that could help him out incase a ghost came to fuck his shit up.
He felt a slight...touch on the base of his throat before it disappeared, making him gasp in surprise, the warmth returning but the odd feeling of being watched still lingering on his skin.
"Hello?" The brunette muttered, running a hand through his sweaty hair. Instead of getting an answer, he felt the touch on his cheek now, the limb cold and yet perfectly humanly shaped. "Hey, stop fucking with me," the twenty year old muttered, his eyes tracing all around the room, his UV flashlight clutched tightly with the normal one hooked to his upper shoulder.
The touch went down his spine next, the fingers of the ghost lingering just a bit longer. He turned around, coming face to face with absolutely nothing, his shaky hands point the flashlight around almost frantically.