Ghostbusters Librarian Ghost Novels & Stories

There are so many questions in my mind, and I’m really hoping that all of them will be answered when I get home. Arriving at the library, I approached the front desk where a kindly librarian greeted me. “Good morning. I’m Luisa. How can I help you today?” she asked warmly. I took a deep breath. “Hi, I’m looking for books on supernatural healing abilities and ancient lore about werewolf powers.” She looked at me like I just grew another head. “Okay? That’s an interesting subject. Lucky you, though. We do have a section on folklore and supernatural phenomena. Follow me, please.”

She looked up as we crashed onto the marble floor, her eyes—one gold, one silver—studying us with interest. "Well," she said, her voice like music and thunder combined. "This is unexpected. Escaped prisoners, a dying human, a guilt-ridden fledgling vampire, and—" Her mismatched eyes fixed on me. "—the little witch who opened the door. How fascinating." She set down her quill and stood, moving with a grace that made it clear she was something far more than human. "Welcome," she said, spreading her arms, "to the Library of Lost Deeds. I am the Librarian. And you, my unexpected guests, have a choice to make."

Then the library—shelves, books, ghosts, drones, friends, monster, *everything*— *Detonated into white static.* *No up. No down. No sound. No time.*

“Maybe we’re looking in the wrong place. There has to be something—there’s always something.” A soft clearing of the throat startled us, and we turned to see the librarian standing nearby. He was an older man, his gray hair neatly combed, and his sharp eyes glinted with curiosity. “Luna,” he said, bowing slightly. “How can I assist you?” Fatima exchanged a glance with me before answering. “We’re looking for information about... creatures. Something that might explain what’s happening in the woods. Deformed humans, maybe monsters.” The librarian hummed thoughtfully, his fingers stroking his beard. “Perhaps you’re searching in the wrong direction,” he said after a moment.

“Everyone has. Many times. She’s too busy flirting. She’s all the way in the back of the library so the librarians can’t hear her. Quite smart of her.” “I’ll try to talk to her. Maybe tell her to leave if I’m lucky.” He nods his head before going back to his work. Hmm, we have a flirt here. I walk through an aisle to an aisle. The giggles got louder every step. I swear if it’s a ghost I’m going to bolt out of here. Here. One turn, one more turn and I will see them. I close my eyes, just in case it’s a ghost, I’m not ready to be possessed. I take the turn to hear a gasp. I know that gasp anywhere.

The books they had on the subject seemed sadly outdated and she silently wondered if this exercise would bear results. Eli, being the Head Librarian, was able to sniff out what they needed fast, and she was sure the seven books on the desk were about all he could find. Most of them dealt with hauntings and spirit possessions, but none it seemed, could tell her how to kill an evil spirit. Not just banish it, but kill it and send it hurtling to hell, where it belonged.

The Invisible Man. The librarian smiled. “Oh, yes,” she chuckled. “For Halloween, you know.” I thought of James West out for a stroll at midnight in the fog. “You wouldn’t happen to have anything in that index about an old TV show? Saturday Nightmares?” She pursed her lips slightly and walked out from behind the desk to a large wooden cabinet full of small drawers. She glanced at her watch, then pulled out one of the drawers and shuffled through the tiny cards inside, pausing once to pull out a card, then another a few seconds later.

I swiftly hid myself behind the nearest column before Bruce looked in my direction. “We’re like creepy stalkers,” Gugu complained and hid too. “You’re a ghost, Gugu.” I reminded her and she just gave me a pout. Bruce entered the library. We hurried up to catch up. I roamed my sight when I lost sight of Bruce. My eyes laid at the librarian first. She looked at me from head to toe. I just gave her a small bow before entering her territory and she responded with a small smile. I was stunned for seconds because of that. She was one of the terror profs in the university and making her smile was nearly impossible. No one dared to make a noise in her den, not even the resonating click-clack of heel

he asks, and I stop pacing, trying to find a way of getting Calliope out of this mess. “I need you to pin the murder on someone, get an anonymous tip, do something, but get the police’s asses out of Calliope’s business,” I bark at the phone, and Ghost laughs on the other side. “You are so fucking pussy whipped, don’t worry, nothing is going to happen to her, I had one of my guys following her yesterday, you know, doing the job you told me to do, and he said he was in the library till it closed, way past his death time, she won’t be implicated in this, plus… I bet loads of people saw her there,” Ghost pipes in.

Even so, he’d refused to dismount until she was taken away. He’d hoped to have a clearer idea of just what was happening to the cook’s boss as he entered the camp, but he couldn’t move past the pain and sorrow of the spirits that haunted it. That’s why he decided to purify them and send them on their way. Only then would he have a clear channel to the evil that was destroying the man they called Ian. Now, seeing the naked demon woman fighting the flames to get to them, he understood. He was dealing with a demon succubus, not a restless spirit. Demons are often attracted to the darkness of locations where mass death and trauma took place.