Ghostbusters: Afterlife Phoebe Novels & Stories

Greyson doesn’t push his luck and takes a wide circle around us keeping his distance. Phoebe leans in as she comes to my side, “I’ll see you Hell. Ashes.” Before she can scamper away, I latch onto her arm. My fingers squeeze around her limb, my nails dig in. She’s not slipping away this time. The alley disappears to transform into a cramped, pitch black closet. A small hyperventilating body is crouched beside me. Damn it. Phoebe has a sad backstory. Of course she’s a tortured soul. We all are, but not everyone turns into a murderer...by choice.

Matilda pointed at the spot and Mark ordered her to start digging out the corpse. “ What are you up to? “Matilda questioned, but Mark simply glowered and looked away. Using magic, Matilda dug the grave up, but to her dismay, there was nothing there. “ She's not here” Matilda gasped in shock. “I buried her here” Mark stared at the ground and then her. “This means that you made a mistake, Phoebe is alive” “Phoebe isn't alive, I checked her pulse and heartbeat, there was none. I am a witch and I know when something or someone is dead” Matilda argued in dismay.

My bond to Phoebe pulls at me sharply, the faint thrum of her life force flickering weak and thin. “We removed all the necrotic tissue and gave her an antidote for the drugs,” Dr. Grace says, her voice trembling, “but we need your help, Levi.” My stomach drops. “My help?” “The bullet lodged too close to her heart. The drug already coursed through her system. Phoebe is shutting down,” Aileen explains, pulling Dr. Grace into her arms as she looks at me with quiet devastation. “To save her, you need to mark her.”

Felix just gazed at her, as he nodded. She continued, "And, after those demises, haunting is believed to be continued. Seeing apparitions and figures of persons, hearing disembodied voices and sometimes even woman's crying sounds. These all are the claims that people stated. Now, It's our time to investigate it." "Hmm!" "So? are you ready? Felix?" "Of course!" he smiled. Celia smiled back as she saw how Felix was fine and wasn't a bit nervous at all. "I like your spirit Felix boi!" Alex who kept listening to their conversation since the beginning ruffled his hair from behind, causing him to turn back.

“She is the one that killed Robb, not any of my family.” “Don’t give me all that shit!” He yelled at Aurora who didn’t even flinch. “I have had enough of…” His words trailed off as he watched Mani do something to Phoebe that made her start to shift into a white wolf right in front of her. “What? You…” His eyes widened at the sight in front of her in utter shock, his brain was finding it hard to keep up with his sight. “Yes, she is a werewolf. A beta wolf and her name is Phoebe, she is a member of the pack you ruled and is obsessed with you.” Aurora confirmed his thoughts beside him, glaring at Phoebe with hatred.

“Bruises,” he repeats, cutting me a suspicious sidelong glance as we stand in the narrow, wood-paneled elevator of our Brooklyn brownstone. “What bruises, Zli?” I press the ground-floor button and stare at the digitized numbers as they climb. “Not sure. I think your girlfriend is seeing things.” “Phoebe doesn’t just ‘see things.’ She’s a forensic analyst. She sees details,” Callum counters. “Then she’s seeing a shadow. It’s unnecessary.”

Efoti gave Isaac and Phoebe a stern look and followed her. "Geez, Ruthie," sputtered Phoebe. "It's not like we planned for any of this." "And by the way," added Ruthie, waving at the twins. "Your mom is the scariest supernatural here." One side of Isaac's mouth slid up in a half-smile. Phoebe just nodded. "You nailed that one," she said.

Once he was no longer needed, Pete joined Melody in holding vigil at the window. They said nothing, but each was well aware of the difference in the behavior of a few of the spirits that wandered the charred earth. Not only were they looking more alert and becoming more animated, but they were starting to speak with each other. Pete was relieved to see that it was only a small portion of the spirits that were coming to life, but it was still enough to worry him. If bullets didn’t work on them, what were they supposed to use if those devils decided to attack? Harold’s vicious end would be embedded in his mind forever.

Dad was extra protective of me during that time. Things are better now. I can smile and laugh. Anger seems to be the last emotion back to the party. Nothing seems worth getting angry over. I can feel a tear slipping down my cheek and I sink down until my head is underwater. Just for a minute. I give myself a minute in my grief. I can’t live in it, but I can’t hide from it either. Coming up out of the water I hear my phone ting with the sound of a text coming through. I can ignore it, it’s probably not important. Not even going to look. I close my eyes again and wish the world away. Then another ting. Dang it, can I just enjoy my bath?! Grabbing my towel to dry my hands first, I scoop up the

Her best friend, Phoebe was also a casualty. Is it really the end? **************************************** To be continued.............. part two coming up...