Ghostbusters Afterlife Novels & Stories

Suddenly, Adrian realized that these individuals indeed harbored ulterior motives. Adrian expanded his awareness, and the sight before him left him speechless. The entire hall was now teeming with an array of ghosts and monsters. Among them were towering old men with only one eye, lanterns swaying on a single leg, malformed boys with just one limb each, women clad in white exuding a bone-chilling aura, and skeletal figures draped in human skin...

I was not trying to impress my brother. After dinner, we watched a horror flick in the movie house. I loved horror films, but then again, I usually slept in a room with two other girls in it. I didn’t have to worry about the boogeyman hiding under the bed. But it was too late. I had already chosen the movie before I realized I now slept in an almost empty estate. Zachary noticed my grim expression as we were lining up for popcorn. “Are you okay?” he asked. I nodded. “Yeah. Something just crossed my mind.”

I heard the voice again, just as it started to sound closer to me. A woman came out, she looked exactly like me. Just a bit on the older side and carried a sense of hostility around her. I searched her eyes, wondering who she was and why she looked so much like me. She noticed my intense gaze on her and scowled. “Just in case you didn't know, you are dead and this is your afterlife. Although we have a little problem right now” she said, and I wondered what she was talking about or who she was. It didn't surprise her that I looked like a younger version of her.

"If you don't want to live, then you can die too." To my surprise, that one strike had not only killed Tyler but also awakened Evelyn. But Edith had already stopped listening to Evelyn's words. She stared blankly ahead, like her soul had left her body. I followed her gaze. It was where Tyler had fallen. I sighed and left the hospital.

“We will meet you guys down there.” Without waiting, I went to leave. Luca offered me his arm so I could limp out of Alpha Rook’s office. “I don’t think she meant any harm,” Lilith started at me when we were a safe distance away from Heather. “I didn’t either, but do you ever stop and think about how this is all affecting me? Did you honestly think I would find it comforting to see my dead dad’s ghost? We are told that our souls leave our bodies and the Moon Goddess put them in paradise or they go down to hell. Have you ever heard of a ghost werewolf?”

For a second, no one moved. The blade in my hand buzzed with power, the rift behind us roared with hungry magic, and in front of us, Damon stood with a bloodied grin—and an army of hunters ready to kill. Kael stepped in front of me again, his chest rising and falling in sharp bursts. “You’re a ghost, Damon. We buried you with the Scar.” “And yet,” Damon said, spreading his arms, “here I am—alive—while your world bleeds.”

" I stood outside the infirmary for a long time afterward. It was just around the time the nearby Werewolf Academy let out. The street came alive. The sounds drifted into my ears, close enough to hear but distant enough to feel like another world. My phone buzzed, and a photo came through from an unknown number. It was the same one I had shredded, but it had not been awkwardly taped back together. Without hesitation, I deleted it and blocked the number. Two little girls walked past, holding hands. Giggling, they made plans to celebrate with their favorite cherry cake after they finished their mission. I watched them walk away, farther and farther, until they disappeared completely. I drove t

“I mean, I figured it was that you missed me.” “That as well,” Elise said, smiling a little. “But Lena… can I be honest?” “Please.” "You've been haunting us for months. Throughout the entire time you've been going through it. Ever since that guy, what's his name, Jason?" “Jordan,” Lena corrected. “Right. Jordan. You’ve never lived again since then. And this weekend … whatever that was with Jace last night, it was you living.” Lena didn’t speak. She couldn’t.

"Flora. He shot himself in the head. Point blank. He is dead. I checked personally. No pulse. No breathing. Dead." But as the van drove away, as they took Richard's body to the morgue— My phone buzzed. Unknown number. Video message. I opened it. Hands shaking. Richard's face. Alive. Smiling. Background impossible to identify. "Fooled you again, darling. Blanks. Special effects. Fake blood. You really thought I would kill myself? I am Richard Ashford. I do not die. I evolve. And now—now I am something worse than alive. I am myth. I am ghost. I am the monster under your daughter's bed. Sleep well, Flora. Because I am always watching. Always waiting. Always—"

The Totality manifests, torn between versions of their mother and their brothers. “We don’t know which side to take,” they admit. “Mama-as-Death-Keeper wants us to stop Marcus. Mama-as-ghost wants us to help him. We can’t support both.” Alistair appears, conscious again despite the pain of severing our bond twice, and he sees ghost-me guiding our sons to steal death authority. “Mabel?” he asks carefully. “Is that really you or some trick?” “It’s me,” ghost-me says. “The part of me that still loves you, that still wants to be with our family instead of existing as death incarnate. Help our sons save me, please.”