Novel & Cerita Ghostbusters: Afterlife Phoebe

I could smell death at the corner of the hallway, patiently waiting for my soul to be delivered. With wide-horrified eyes, I watched her, waiting for her next move and in a twinkle of an eye, Vanessa vanished, replaced with Phoebe, watching me keenly with her blazing hazel eyes. "Phoebe, please," I muttered, struggling with tears. A deafening scream escaped my lips as I jerked to be free from her grasp. Why was Phoebe doing this to me? When I thought she was gone for good, she haunts me in every way.

Alex said. Phoebe was furious after hearing this. “Rockefeller, are you even human? How could you say something like this? If I die, I won’t let you go even after I become a ghost.” Alex shook his head. “You can’t become a ghost. Look, I can even destroy evil spirits, let alone a weak soul like you.” “You, you…” Phoebe’s eyes turned red, and tears started to fall down her cheeks. Yacoub snorted coldly. “You’re just acting. Do you think I’m stupid and so easy to fool? Do you want me to stab her? Fine, I’ll do it and show you.”

" The bodyguard was getting desperate because Everly wasn't listening to him at all. He had no idea how Henry was able to keep her under control. The bodyguard took the call and put it on speaker. A woman's voice rang out. "Eve, are you there?" Everly's eyes widened when she heard the voice. "Say, do you guys think I'm hallucinating? Why am I hearing the voices from the afterlife when I'm still alive?" "What afterlife? Eve, where are you? It's me. I'm not dead," Olivia said anxiously. Everly looked at the bodyguard and asked, "Did you hear what she said?" The bodyguard didn't care who was on the other end of the phone.

"You're right, sir. That's why there's so much trash lying around, and other people have to clean it up." Wyatt seemed to sense something and stepped back. "What do you mean?" Sam didn't say anything. He just tapped the emerald pendant with his fingertip, and Phoebe instantly poured out. Wyatt couldn't see her, so Sam waved to activate Wyatt's Spirit Sight. When Wyatt opened his eyes, he nearly jumped out of his skin. "What the hell! Aren't… aren't you supposed to be dead?" Phoebe glared at him with pure hatred. "Yeah, I'm dead thanks to you. But he promised to get revenge for me."

I walked forward, cut a piece of cake, and handed it to Phoebe. In my previous life, when Maisie and I both died tragically, this was exactly the piece of cake Phoebe had been holding. Phoebe took it with confusion. The next second, she suddenly looked up and stared at me, her eyes filled with terror. Then, she immediately collapsed to the floor, rolling around and screaming in agony. The cake was knocked to the ground, and the party setup was ruined. Phoebe struggled to reach out to me for help. "H-Help me…"

I hiss at Sky, not caring a bit that everyone else can hear me. "Heaven not now." "Why not now, she already said it." Phoebe begins to giggle. "You want the gory details Heaven? It was great, he was great. The way his hands and his...." Before she can finish that sentence I begin tackling her. She's startled by my attack but she fights back, scratching my face and even kicking me. Unfortunately Sky grabs me before I can really fight her. "Girls calm down." David says as he grabs Phoebe, who is now laughing uncontrollably.

I muttered while going through her account properly now, eyes burning, pulse jumping. And that’s when it hit me... This wasn’t the first post since her death. There were comments. Likes. Activity. Someone was actively using Echo’s account. For half a second, an insane thought flashed in my brain. “Could Echo still… control her account as a ghost?” Then I snorted. “Hell no. Yeah, she’s cute and glowy and occasionally terrifying, but she’s not hacking I*******m from the afterlife.” There was only one other person who made sense.

At least, they now knew that the murderer was among the tribesmen! Phoebe felt afraid as she said, “It’s true that Banshee has the ability to become a human being. All who were present earlier were humans, and there was no monster with wings.” Thomas smiled in resignation and shook his head when he heard what Phoebe said. It seemed that Phoebe was really shaken, otherwise, she would not have been saying such silly things. The holy woman rubbed her forehead and said, “I’m truly sorry for disturbing the three of you early in the morning. Someone, come and prepare breakfast.”

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.