PHANTASMAGORIA--this ones for Zorux

THE STORY SO FAR:
I play as a novelist married to a boring photographer who bought this obviously haunted mansion for me (that I would totally love to have in real life). These people are clearly not normal because all they have are noodles and tuna in their cupboard, but not abnormal in a fun way because he has a greasy pony tail. Anyway, I explored the house, my husband's pipe was clogged, but he said he could unclog it himself (not what he said in the intro, but whatever). After swearing at everything in the house, I found that there are three rooms in this house that are locked (BOO!) so I went to get the keys from captain pisshead in town (the guy who sold us the house). Unfortunately, the key from captain pisshead only unlocks one of the three doors. The door it unlocks leads to the study of a macabre magician clearly obsessed with the occult. I accidentally pushed a brick through the fireplace (that's right) and in the opening, I found a room. So, like the detective I am, I use my new cat-knife to remove the mortar and get my ass in that room. It's like a little sanctuary, but probably for satan. There's a box that needs to be unclogged and it wants ME to help unclog it. I do, because we're here to get dead, and I release Slimer the ghost. Of course, I don't tell my husband, because I unclogged a ghost's pipe but not his--why would I admit to that?

This game was gifted to me by the wonderful ETNWHVAC. Find him here:
https://rumble.com/c/ETNWHVAC

He does HVAC stuff, airplane simulator streams (like the legit ones) and 7 days to die (it would take me a lot less than 7 days to die, but who am i to judge?)

Note: i get this one confused with phasmaphobia a lot, so be prepared for this to be called Phasma-razzma-tazz to cover up my and memory.

SHOUT OUT TO MY SUBS!!! pbeavr, whenlogicdies, sacredsage, etnwhvac, and kenizifam

Hope you guys are having the bestest day ever, moon-blessing upon you all *werewolves howl in the distance*

If you're still reading this, then know that thanksgiving is a hoax created to trap woman in their backwoods hometowns with men wearing flannel who sweep them off their feet and convince them to leave their successful career in the city so they can get married and so that she can go missing 6 months later--another victim, another name to add to the stack. Stay vigilant ladies. And, remember fellas: you're not exempt from danger either.