Ghostbusters: Afterlife Phoebe Novels & Stories

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.

“Forget it. Joseph said positive vibes choke him. He needs some obscure abandoned hospital or something like that, where he can live and thrive out of people’s way.” Trisha raised a finger, still chewing, and typed on her phone. She hurried to swallow and said, “Pine Grove Cemetery, in Spencer. It’s thirty minutes away.” “That’s a historical cemetery and we need a place with more recent bad vibes,” Amy replied. “Let me look into it. Maybe our Haunter friends can help us locate a haunted location nearby.” “There’s a cemetery right south from here, at the end of the Quabbin,” I said. “Oh, how fitting. So you can go pet the poodle now and then, huh?”

My heart pounded as I waited for her to answer. The door swung open, and there was Phoebe. Her own eyes were red and puffy, mirroring my own grief. We didn’t exchange any words. Instead, we simply collapsed into each other’s arms, our sobs mingling in a raw, heartbreaking symphony. Eventually, Phoebe guided me inside. The apartment felt strangely quiet, the familiar surroundings now carrying an air of sorrow. We sank into the sofa with exhaustion and shock. Phoebe took a shaky breath and looked at me seriously. “I’ve started organizing the funeral,” she said, her voice wavering. “It’ll be tomorrow. I didn’t know what else to do.”

It seemed to be a bad idea, owing that Lucas still had an unsettled score with Trevor and telling him about this would only add fuel to burning fire. Annie succeeded in cheering her up by the end of the call as she let her in on all the adventurous trips she’d been out on with Paul. She went further and described their in-bed adventures, which made Phoebe shudder, as she thought Paul to be a beast of some sort. But then, she remembered she had a new kind of vampire in the person of Lucas that seeped orgasms from its victims. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips at that thought. Thirty minutes later, they ended the call and Phoebe was in a better mood. She walked into to the bathroom wher

Emilia's POV After making all the arrangements for faking my death, I end the call. In two days, I would no longer exist in this world. At that moment, the church doors opened. Twinkle slowly walked over to me and gently kissed my forehead. "Who were you on the phone with?" "A teacher from the piano institute. Nothing important." I tried my best to keep my expression from being too stiff, but I no longer knew how to face him. He pinched my cheek. "You've lost weight lately. Don't stress too much about the institute stuff. Take care of your health."

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."

Phoebe came to her senses when she heard his words and giggle sounds behind her back. “Y-YOU!” Phoebe lost her words. —✧✧✧——✧✧✧——✧✧✧——✧✧✧— Note: Momster's Date mean Mom(s) and Daughter(s) Date

“Yeah. I’ve got something else to show you. Left it in the living room—can I grab it?” “Sure, I’d be happy to look.” “Great. Be right back.” I nod, sit, and check my phone. No text from Ami. I send her a message to stay hydrated and rest, knowing she won’t see it yet, but it eases my mind. “Ready?” Phoebe calls from outside. “Yeah.” I frown, confused. Why’s she— She opens the door, and I see she’s naked. I cover my eyes fast.

I ask, hoping she will answer. I don’t expect an answer, but she gives it to me. ‘I think that the person that sent the ghouls is the same person that killed you. They might have learned that you’re back, and now, they are trying to get rid of you for good. Be careful, Phoebe.’

"I'll transfer enough of my energy into her heart and you will transfer whatever spark that's left of her soul into Freya." I gasped. Freya was her youngest daughter who had taken her life the previous day. "That's stupid! It won't work." I yelled at her. "Freya has been dead for more than a day now." "Her heart isn't completely dead. Just her brain. I used a spell-" She was too weak to say too much. She pointed a bony finger to the far corner. I walked over there. Freya's body lay against the wall. I didn't need to touch the girl to know her heart was still beating. It was very faint.