Ghostbusters: Afterlife Phoebe Novels & Stories

“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?!”

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."

Technically, she had to avoid a bunch of people while being Phoebe and also avoid another set while being Fabiola. Well….Mila is still dead.

Or was she just very far from it? She crawled slowly towards the open coffin and when she was almost close enough, she peeped into it and saw a- No, that was- No, no. She peeped again for a little bit longer to be sure of what she had seen earlier, and indeed it was what she had seen! What the-?! What is this... thing? An animal? A weird creature? A mutant? An animal mutated creature?! Black fog like the miasma following her earlier was coming out of its body and circulating it. It was like a dead human with the strangest appearance.

Charlotte said. The nurse lead Charlotte to the mortuary. Charlotte kept biting her lips and her body kept shaking. She was also limping because of the sex she just had with Tyler. The got to the mortuary. The nurse looked for Phoebe's name. It took some minutes and they found it. The nurse opened the cold locker and Phoebe's dead body was open. Charlotte touched the body to be sure. "Mom this isn't Phoebe. This isn't my Phoebe." She said nodding negatively.

I sighed, not ready to talk to anyone, not even my sister. I switched off my phone and set it aside. "I'm really sorry, Wendy and Lexi," I whispered to myself, "but please, just… just wait." As I gazed at Xavier's motionless form, a soft whisper pierced the air: "Alice." I turned to see Phoebe standing tall, her eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity. Her lab coat was wrapped tightly around her, her hands tucked into the pockets. "What are you doing here, Phoebe?" I demanded, my voice low and even, but laced with a hint of warning.

she breathed out “what I am said is the truth, your child is alive” That fear in my heart came on again, fear of me having hope that she was telling the truth Yet I knew that she was wrong, I saw the dead child myself “What you’re saying is nonsense Phoebe, you were there when we buried my son” Phoebe looked thoroughly ashamed to say the next word “the male child you buried was mine and the female child you held in your arms thinking she was mine, was actually yours” her head was lowered as she spoke I fell back on my chair like a lifeless doll