Erin Gilbert Ghostbusters Novels & Stories

I watched Adeline with a bitter ache in my chest. At some point, I'd lost count of the moments I regretted my decision. Go ahead, Adeline. Dig. Find out the truth. She had just reached the parking lot and was catching her breath, about to get into her car, when a woman tapped her on the shoulder. Adeline turned, confused, and studied the woman's face—she looked vaguely familiar. Before Adeline could speak, the woman beamed and said, "You don't recognize me? I was a nurse in Dr. Samuel Newell's department! I've since quit, though.

A soft beeping sound echoed through the room. Luca frowned. "That's strange." "What is it?" "My laptop..." "It's receiving a wireless signal." The signal strength rapidly increased. Then— The underground lights suddenly flickered. Every monitor switched off. Seconds later... One screen came back to life. Static filled the display. A familiar silhouette slowly appeared. The Ghost. Evelyn's expression instantly hardened. "No..." "That's impossible." The figure tilted their head. "Hello, Evelyn." The voice was distorted. Cold. Mocking.

79 Ingrid’s Pov “Sorry, guys. I had to attend to a little business.” Gilbert apologized as he joined us again. Before he had to release the bombshell, a call came in for him and that was like a little break to prepare my heart of what he was going to say. “It’s fine,” I uttered calmly.

I gasped softly, stepping into the dark silence. "Cilia..." A soft voice called out to me, I flinched backward a bit, glanced around but saw no one. "Ha ha ha ha ha..." A heavy masculine voice laughed loudly from inside the garage, turning off the lights and slamming the door shut. I spun around, looking at the garage door, wondering if someone just entered. "Cilia..." The voice called out again. "But that sounded so creepy, so familiar like the voice in my dream." I said, gulping a large quantity of saliva, still glancing around.

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.

The soft grunts, the sticky, desperate rhythm of it, her giggle. "Don’t you think if you keep up like this someone will hear us?” Gina asks with a low tone. “Someone like?” Gilbert asks mockingly. “Anyone, your girlfriend.” I swallow hard. "She cries over everything." Gilbert chuckled. "She is too soft for me, that’s why I like you, you are different." “She is just a flinch, can we forget about her now?” What? Just a flinch? Is that how low I have become in his eyes?

Gil couldn't help but follow the guy, because he had his own approach to money laundering. “I'll try to work things out.” Gil muttered. “That's a good idea, and it's exactly what you should do. Don't let us down, we've been so good to you and given you everything you need. Oh. Did you give your son sleeping pills?” Gil turned to the man, “But, he has been marked by Gruvv Dhurudatta, he is pregnant too.” Gil said, his eyes were wide with shock as he looked at Samuel Foster, who was standing up. The guy was a Beta, so he wouldn't be affected by pheromones, and he didn't secrete any himself.

“What century are we living in? How can someone still be this superstitious? We’re standing at the entrance of the police station. How can you talk about ghosts and spirits in front of the police?!” It was only then that Gilbert regained his composure. A flicker of guilt and shame flashed in his eyes. He wiped the sweat away from his forehead and said sheepishly, “I got too worked up and misspoke. Sergeant, please don’t take it the wrong way.” Sergeant William glared at him but said nothing else. Still, from the look on his face, I could tell that he was starting to believe everything I had told him during the three days I was held at the station.

“That son of Gus Dean, hehe, he’s just a playboy. But to be honest, whoever gets into a conflict with him will end up in a miserable state.” Everyone stood out of the way and watched the excitement. Of course, many of them were suddenly taken aback and said, “Wait a minute, why do I think that little girl looks familiar? Does she look like Old Master Jensen’s great-granddaughter?” “Damn, you don’t say! It really looks like her!” Gil was not deaf, so he naturally heard everyone's comments. He suddenly felt beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. It could not be such a coincidence, right?

“The public at large is not in imminent danger. My confidential informant has informed me that Ghost is here on a personal vendetta. We do believe he is responsible for several crimes, however. Including the attack on the police station. We do urge that everyone travel with caution and be as vigilant as possible. Ghost will only attack when provoked, or when the object of his revenge is in sight.” “Are you able to tell us who that is?” “I am not at liberty to discuss that at this time. For that individual’s safety.” “I understand.” Sabrina made the mic drop signal. “Ghost is a man that has operated in shadow… in hiding, for many years. He is a faceless specter that has terrorized the world.”