Ghostbusters Afterlife Novels & Stories

I'm dead. Really dead. Finally dead. Completely dead. No resurrection. No return. No coming back. Just dead. But I'm conscious. Aware. Existing. Somewhere. Somehow. In the After. The True After. The place beyond everything. "Hello, Aurora." Death greets me. The same Death I met before. "Welcome back. You chose me. Really chose me. Finally chose me. No tricks. No resurrections. No escapes. Just death. Real death. Forever death."

Dad's hair turned gray overnight, and Mom lost her mind. They sold the villa and lived in that dark basement, spending their days guarding my portrait in the filth. And every year on my birthday, two aged figures would always appear at the cemetery by the seaside without fail. They would kneel before a joint grave, weeping uncontrollably while staring at the tombstone bearing both my name and Katrina's name. And next to our name, carved in smaller letters, there was a line that said, "May we never meet again in the afterlife."

And now, when we met again, I was already bones in the ground—and she had become a powerful, influential billionaire. But Nicky was sick. And she needed me. So she came looking for me—the man she hated with every fiber of her being—and unleashed her vengeance on everyone I loved. But I was already dead. Suddenly, Adeline's cold voice cut through my thoughts, pulling me back. "If Samuel won't show himself, I'll just have to turn up the pressure." My stilled heart lurched. The next instant, Adeline gave the order. Her men swarmed my elderly father and hanged him alive—right there, in front of my grave.

"A month after this incidence. Xavier was beheaded by my Fathers orders. He was also desiccated and locked up so he wouldn't be brought back to life. We tried our best. Xander and I got Nicholas mother to try to bring him back to life. Xavier was stuck in hell and he suffered down there for what seemed like eternity. He suddenly came back with only one agenda. Revenge. He killed our Father and Sent Our Mother away. Alec was our Brother too. He left with our mother. Had always been Mama's favorite." Anessa finishes with a scoff. "Xavier came back as a Demon and a Vampire. No one knows what happened down there except him." Meryl continues. " He was more deadly. They called him Azrael. Shadow o

"Hey! Don't even bother; you'll be kept here forever... Slowly and in a silent way you'll stop moving and drifting to your death. Yes! You are heading straight to your doom. That's right; you need to know what's about to happen to you. You'll be slowly immersed into a cold, liquid state from which you won't be able to move from. Your body will stop fighting and will finally accept death. Yes, death! Now take in this feeling and be ready for it, you pervert!" His frightening voice echoed as it penetrated my mind, accompanied with a resounding slap. It made me want to scream out, but to my surprise, I stayed calm. It felt like a horrible dream, I thought. This is the afterlife, I have to be re

His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories. "It's getting dark , take this book and go read it " he said and gave me the strange old looking book. "Thank you sir, i have much appreciated your help" i said. Now i knew what it was all about, all those confusions were caused by him, my ghost clone. It was night already and the time was 7: 15 pm . I had to rush home , it was not safe for me to be lonely at this time. When i was passing by a certain basement , i heard a woman crying for help, i stopped to trace where the voice was coming from but the moment i stopped the voice also stopped, i started walking then i heard the woman yelling

This soul was filthy beyond redemption. "You will not go on," Alison said, voice sharp, firm. "This spirit is not meant to continue." Sebastian nodded. Mom. Me. And with a flare of light, Alison flashed into ghostly and devoured Celeste's soul. If I wasn't already borderline pukies from the whole burning thing, I was so close now I had to hold my breath. Count to ten. Even as my friend solidified and burped softly. "Excuse me," she said. ***

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.

Even the big screens at shopping malls were displaying missing person notices. I let out a chuckle. "Why is he looking for me? I'm dead." "Because they never found your remains in the explosion, not even a trace of your DNA. The police said that given the intensity of the blast, your chances of survival were slim, but he's still searching for you. He even went to your former piano school." The staff member assured me with full confidence, "But don't worry. We have very strict protection measures. He won't find anything."

The message to Mr. Thorne sat in my 'sent' box, a glowing confirmation of the new, terrible path I was about to take. My stomach was a tangle of nerves and grim resolve. There was no going back now. Jasper's breathing was too shallow, Mom's cough too deep.