Ghostbusters: Afterlife Phoebe Novels & Stories

Phoebe whispered, her fingers dinging into her skin. Phoebe raised her chin, her eyes were half-shut. Suddenly, Mr. Grim reaper appeared behind us. “Well, well, well. What do we have here? Hiding something?” With one push, he pulled me away from Phoebe due to the effect of the wolfsbane. I tried to stand up, but my legs felt like stones glued to the ground. “Let’s see those eyes, shall we?” He said, drawing Phoebe closer to him. My body trembled, my heart racing faster than a motorcycle.

Medaline and I were princesses and Phoebe was a badass werewolf with a lot of experience and not to mention PhD at 21 smart. "Well be careful, you're a little rusty," I said quietly, earning a sharp glare. "Watch it, I can still ground you," I scratched my head and turned to the girls, shrugging my shoulders while I mouthed, 'age'. They nodded in agreement. "I don't understand, why is he walking around like a sim or an npc," Phoebe said, staring at my father. Suddenly Xerxes screamed while falling to his knees, he gripped his head tightly. His eyes transitioned from black to silver like a glitch in a horror movie.

Martha turns around and gets a bowl of rice and served it on the table. "Mommy it's true, but Nanny just didn't see it. He was a short old man with a long beard and scary eyes and nails like a monster, I felt like he was going to eat me! Huhuhuhu....." Phoebe covers her face with a white throw pillow from their couch and cries endlessly. She cries with fear, she has never encountered such a creepy creature before. Amelia and Martha are suspiciously puzzled about Phoebe's story and were surprised as Amelia's cellphone vibrated from the table.

"Sounds good. I'll stick with you until the day I die." Phoebe and Alexandra drank, dreaming about the future the way they used to back in college. Of course, they weren't the same people anymore. They were more mature now, more confident. The future was right there in front of them. … They had no idea how long they'd been drinking when Phoebe's phone rang. It was Gideon. He said, "I'm here." Phoebe had built up her alcohol tolerance after Melinda's death—it was pretty solid now. But that night, she was definitely buzzed. Having someone pick her up felt safer.

Before the guy could answer, Ace took out his gun and shot the guy in his head. "Anyone else got something to say?" He asked earning complere silence. "So, as I was saying—", he placed his gun on the table infront of him, "Meet Alexia Hale. Some might know her as the ghost. She'll be working with us for a while. Any questions?" He ended as he looked at me while everyone muttered a 'No boss.' "You're all dismissed." He ordered and everyone was out of the room. "So, I'll be staying here?", I asked.

"See? Pheebs hasn't considered you her husband for a long time. You're only embarrassing yourself if you keep defying me. Everyone here can prove you've cheated. "You want to sue me? I'll have Pheebs sue you into bankruptcy first!" By then, the people around had gotten used to Victor's erratic behavior. Therefore, their attention turned to "Phoebe" instead. Those who once knew her well came closer to get a better look at her. "Her features are exactly like Phoebe's… Could she really be her?" "But I attended her funeral! The police confirmed that she couldn't have survived the avalanche…" "What on earth is going on? Did she fake her own death?"

After I was done peeling the apple, I munched on it and began chatting with her, seemingly nonchalantly, like I was just talking about the weather, while telling her everything that had happened in my past life. Lacey's eyes were first filled with terror, then confusion, then shock. When I was done with my story, Lacey said with much difficulty, "Impossible… You couldn't have had a past life… That's all bullshit! "I'd never have killed you… I'd never… You shouldn't believe it… You're making a stupid mistake!" I threw the apple core into the trash can and wiped my hands clean. "Don't be stupid. Why would I ever kill you? Your boyfriend will do the job instead.

I call back. "Good!" Phoebe grins, then winces and touches her throat. "Ow. Still can't smile properly." Even with everything hanging over us, the missing body, the resurrection, the mysterious message, I find myself smiling too. But deep down, I know we're in deep shit. Multiple kinds of deep shit, actually. And I have a feeling we haven’t seen the worst of it yet.

She reached out, trying to touch the fleeting glow, but her fingers grasped at nothing. "Nathan, if there's a next life, I won't betray you again…" The light of the sunset slowly faded, and the cell was swallowed by darkness once more. Through the haze, a voice seemed to whisper. "If there's a next life, I don't want to meet you again. Goodbye, Helena…"