Ghostbusters Jillian Holtzmann Novels & Stories

Julia stated as she held on to James' palm. "Them? What are you talking about, aunty?" Hazel asked the question everyone wanted the answer to. "The ghosts," she whispered. Declan let out a little scream as he swallowed hard, he hated ghosts. "But I don't see anything," Zander stated as his eyes scanned everywhere. "Yeah, Jules, I don't see anything either," James added. "Not because we can't see them doesn't mean they're not there," Isis floated over to Julia. "She is a daughter of Helios too and seeing spirits is one of her gifts, isn't that so, Julia?"

Before he could answer, the intercom crackled and that chilling, smooth voice filled the room: “You brought her home, Lucas. How sweet.” Amara Holt. Her voice was distant but mocking, echoing through the underground halls. “I waited years for you to open that door again.” Lucas grabbed Natasha’s arm. “We need to leave. Now.” But before they reached the exit, the overhead lights died completely. The emergency bulbs flickered once, twice, then went dark. And in the glow of the last remaining screen, a figure appeared behind the glass, same face as Natasha, same eyes, only colder. Amara Holt smiled faintly.

He had a story, and he would need help from the Blue Moon’s magic with that story. Jody had long ago learnt just to accept Gabriella’s hunches and stories. She always seemed to know what people needed and how the magic would have its way with a guest. Finally, but not least, there was a Greta Johansen coming. She was a ghost hunter and wanted to come to explore the hauntings of Evergreen Grove’s little hamlet.

I stayed silent. "The apartment where she had that accident was a company unit assigned to her," Stan said. "It's been empty ever since the accident. Later, the company wanted to take the place back, but the staff they sent over all got badly spooked. Over time, rumors that the place was haunted started to spread." He looked at me, his gaze sharpening. "But that changed when you showed up. When I first saw your rental address, I was shocked. I honestly thought you'd be running out of there in tears within three days. But you didn't.

He walked up to the link bridge and exchanged a few words with the person on duty before heading to room number one. He entered the room and made himself a pot of tea before sitting down to wait. Not long after, footsteps could be heard from outside the door. A woman walked in. She looked to be in her thirties, with glossy skin and a stunning figure. She was clad in a pencil skirt and a tight blouse that clung to her curves, and her hair fell around her shoulders in loose waves. The woman set a briefcase by the door. She observed Wilbur closely before smiling. "Nice to meet you. I'm Jasmine Veila, the assistant of the head of the Department of Paranormal Research and Defense."

"Open the door. Let me out! Let me out!" Hilda glanced at the door before coldly turning around and left. If I'm not mistaken, there are a few muscular gigolos personally chosen by Diana for me in the room. The girl's phone was dropped on the floor. Hilda kicked the phone away. It fell down the stairs and broke. After that, she flashed an 'okay' gesture in the air. A buzzing sound of a mosquito was then heard in front. However, it wasn't an ordinary mosquito. It was Nuella's mini spy camera robot.

The glass door of the incinerator clearly showed her face twisted in fear. The villagers were unprepared for this. They lost it. “My God, is she possessed?” “That’s not her ghost, is it?” “You superstitious lout, there’s no such thing as ghosts!” Lillian’s pitiful cries shouted in the air. Finally, Mom and Dad reacted. They squeezed through the crowd and went for the door. They ignored the immense heat and managed to get the door open. Their hands burned on the handle. Meanwhile, Lillian had fainted from the smoke within.

And in the center of the room stood a girl I had never seen before… but instantly recognized. Or rather, a girl whose face I would never forget. I felt the breath knock out of me. Luna. It couldn’t be. But it was. Down to the slope of her cheekbones. The spark in her eyes. The little scar above her brow. She looked exactly like Luna Jones—the girl whose body was found in a river years ago, her murder plastered across every news outlet in the country. But Luna was dead. And yet this girl… She turned to me, offering a warm smile. “Hi. I’m Lillian. Lillian Michelson. I’ve been volunteering at the hospital with your mother. She invited me here.”

Lillian moved through the churned earth of the North Ridge like a reaper of light. The silver bells in her hair, once a soft hum, were now screaming,a high-frequency ward that shattered the brittle bones of the risen dead before they could even finish their ascent. She reached into a mass of grasping, skeletal arms and hauled Gnash out by his scruff just as a pair of decayed wolf jaws snapped shut inches from his feet. The gnome was babbling in terror, his green skin turned a sickly shade of gray, but Lillian didn't give him time to collapse. She shoved a jar of purified salt into his hands.

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"