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.

Mainit ang kanyang ulo habang nakatingin sa kanyang cellphone. "Anong nangyari sa lokong yun, kaya nga kayo pumunta dito para tignan niya ang progress. Ba't andun lang siya at nagseselpon?" Takang tanong ni Gil kay Marco. Si Gil ang isa sa mga Lead actors na gaganap bilang Scientist. "Eh pano, nakatagpo siya ng kanyang katapat." natatawang sagot ni Marco. "What? Di ko yata gets." Kunot-noong tanong ni Gil sa kaibigan, kaya kinuwento ni Marco ang buong pangyayari sa highway.

Gilbert stared down at him with cold indifference, before removing a black silk handkerchief from his coat pocket and fastidiously wiping the blood from his face and shirt. Once he was done cleaning himself, he dropped the handkerchief to the ground, watching as it fluttered on the night breeze before gently landing on Abel's face, covering his ghastly mask of death. Again, Gilbert stepped leisurely over the body and began walking towards the mansion, whistling as he went. He had almost reached the library's French windows when another grisly howl sounded from inside, immediately followed by the sounds bodies being thrown around in a confined space. Gilbert halted just outside the windows an

Julia I shut the door on impulse, clutching my chest, shocked to my bones. I heard a metallic sound in my ears, even though I knew it was silent. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. The doorbell rang again. I opened it—and it was really him. Gilbert. He still had that wide smile on his face. “Quit the games, honey. I’m back.” What? The audacity of him.

"What's happening? Why's the app malfunctioning?" Gilbert blinked rapidly, his confident smile long gone. His hands shook as he grabbed the laptop and typed quickly, but nothing worked. "I...I don’t understand." he stammered. "The system… it’s not responding!" He muttered more to himself than the chairman. The board behind him continued flashing, the red lights growing brighter. Lyriel’s laughter echoed once more through the speakers, louder this time. It wasn’t cruel, it was just the kind of laugh that made people’s skin crawl because of how calm it sounded despite being loud until they could hear the laughter no more.