Ghostbusters: Afterlife Phoebe Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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."

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.’

The flames swayed with each breath of the wind, almost as if they were singing too. I felt the entire history of the Glass family swirling around us. Eventually, the glow dimmed. Anastasia drifted back into sleep, looking completely untouched by everything that had just happened. Seer Holly smiled. “She has been accepted.” Phoebe let out a shaky breath—then her body suddenly dipped, her strength giving out. I caught her instantly. “Phoebe!” “I’m… fine,” she whispered with a forced smile. “Just a little dizzy.” No. She wasn’t fine.

"The girl you once knew, the one you believed you had killed." Rowland's expression froze, his features contorted with shock and disbelief. His voice quivered as he responded, "But... How is this possible? I thought I had ended your life." Tears welled up in my eyes as I recounted the tale of my rebirth, the intervention of a vengeful soul seeking justice for her daughter's untimely demise. I explained how I was given another chance, my spirit reborn within a new vessel, with the memories of my past intact.

“It looks like we are both dead and trapped in the afterlife. Those bastard vampires did indeed kill us, and you were unable to heal me. They must have dealt me the final blow, as we are now in this strange place.” “This isn’t the afterlife,” Ghost clarified, and my face brightened. If this wasn’t the afterlife, we weren’t dead. I believed there is a glimmer of hope. “If this isn’t the afterlife, then where are we?” I asked. “We are inside of you.” “What?!”