Ghostbusters Afterlife Novels & Stories

I stayed silent. "The apartment where she had that accident was a company unit assigned to her," Stan said. "It's been empty ever since the accident. Later, the company wanted to take the place back, but the staff they sent over all got badly spooked. Over time, rumors that the place was haunted started to spread." He looked at me, his gaze sharpening. "But that changed when you showed up. When I first saw your rental address, I was shocked. I honestly thought you'd be running out of there in tears within three days. But you didn't.

I have so many unanswered questions about this mysterious assassin. I spent the next week preparing for the formal event while also gathering what I could about assassins that were known. None of the information told me anything. I got a few well-known female assassin names. The number one was Phantom Reaper, second was Blade of Bracken (named after this city, Bracken’s Rock), and third was simply Death. Not very original, that one. By evening, it’s time for me to attend this despicable gala to network and attempt to secure funding for my next research project. I dress sharply in a black tuxedo, my white dress shirt is crisp, and I wear a neatly knotted black tie. My hair is usually always a

After the funeral, I hired the best private investigator in Almeda City. I wanted everything on Grace. At the same time, I told Avery to buy as many shares of Dorrondale Hospital as possible. I would make sure Richard never worked in Almeda City again. He would pay for what he did today. *** Third-Person POV After the funeral, Richard moved into Grace's apartment completely. Half a month later, he finally returned to the hospital. And immediately, something felt off. His coworkers kept looking at him weird. With pity. With sympathy.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

A creepy anxiety slid into their nerves when they realized their un-shut eyes ogling them from the afterlife. Besides, the mess wasn't just limited to the ground, but even the leaves and burned tree trunk had organs and dried-blood sticking, giving the section the appearance of an aftermath of a barbaric gorefest. "What the hell is this?" Grisha uttered with bewilderment. "I don't... understand!" Alia replied with a mortified face, confusion and concern dripping down, "Have God's Heritage members beat us here?" "Fuck! This is a massacre!" A male assassin from the team asked, "How many hunters did they bring?"

So I have no idea why everyone was tensed. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Sir Reynold broke the silence. "We don't have an obligation to tell you. However, since you guys are our best hunters, I would say it once. The door to the afterlife is an open secret for ghosts like us within the high hierarchy in the ghost society. It's not the first time a ghost witnessed another soul going back to its original appearance and then disappeared in the light. "But we have no name for this phenomenon. Only recently, when Kelly and Carl witnessed it and heard those words from the disappearing ghost that we finally managed to get some clue about it.

Oh gracious God, help now. Who could be after her life? Is it also that she has her own invisible ghost stalker hunting her too like mine? Who is after her life? Oh gracious God, help now. Who could be after her life? Is it also that she has her own invisible ghost stalker hunting her too like mine? Who is after her life? Oh gracious God, help now. she has her own invisible ghost stalker hunting her too like mine? Who is after her life? Oh gracious God, help now.

“They can sense a non ghost, though. That’s why we must be careful. Even if they can’t see you, they can find you.” “And the others too.” I groaned. “And we have no idea where they are.” “We will find them, Zelda, don’t worry.” Penn assured me. “Gwenna, Agaras, may I ask...is this all there is in the afterlife? Is there a Twilight Nexus or Ravaged Hollow?” “Of course there is!” Gwenna exclaimed. “This is merely a bridge to those worlds. That’s why many ghosts move with urgency.” “Well you guys died decades ago why aren’t you already there?” I asked.

My eyes snapped open suddenly. What now? I wa a freak. I drained everyone, turned them older than they should be. This was worse than outright murder. Once dead, the spirit went somewhere very far away, perhaps to the afterlife those religious fanatics wouldn’t shut up about. But when I drained their life, they remained trapped in a body readying for the grave, knowing they should have years ahead of them. It was an unmitigated horror of terrible depths.

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.