Ghostbusters Librarian Ghost Novels & Stories

Tears rolls down his mom’s face while Evelyn spirit walks into the office smiling and she flashes back to how her spirit comes out of Marylyn’s body and keeps following her mom, she was feeling pitied for her at the party that she doesn’t know she was dead only for her to see her buying chemical at the chemical shop and injecting it to her drink and gives it to a waiter to bring it to Marylyn who was sited finding everything strange. She was shocked to see her mother inject the drink and wanted to give Marylyn because she thought she was the one and she when the waiter was about bringing it she entered into the waiter to control her at that moment and she changes the drink and she serves her

If it weren’t for Orion’s hand clasped gently over my mouth, I would have screamed. Standing before me was a being not of this world, it’s limbs stretched to the point of breaking, hidden beneath a stained, molded cloak the color of papyrus. It’s face was misshapen and wrinkled, and where it’s eyes should’ve been were two gaping sockets of swirling, churning darkness. It was a Librarian, and it knew we were here.

It was a smell—the smell of jasmine and old paper. A figure stepped out from the shadows of the library. It wasn't a soldier. It was the Librarian from her visions. But this time, he looked solid. He looked real. “You are early, Faith Nightshade,” the Librarian said. The school is burning, Faith said. “I don't have time for riddles.”

“Okay, so, I’m going to take a wild guess that you want something from me?” The ghost girl swooped through me, momentarily dazing my body with an unpleasant, cold, and stuffy feeling. I shot her a glare. “I don’t like it when you do that.” She shrugged. “It’s nice for me. The living feels homey and warm.” I ignored that statement, noticing that half the library was staring. I turned my face away so they couldn’t see me when I murmured, “What do you want from me?”

Goddess, I hated that word almost as much as I hated keeping up with Alpha Hunter’s ruse. Setting my breakfast down on a nearby table, Sterling hummed quietly. As he turned, his lips twitched clearly fighting a smile. “Actually, I was referring to you sleeping in the library, but by all means you may continue.” I gave him a flat glare which coaxed a chuckle from him, “Fine, but remember you’re the one who said it, not me.” His eyes dropped, scanning my rumpled clothes with interest. “Did you know a ghost roams this very library? Some old scholar type who died of a heart attack in the armchair right over there by the window. He tells me you found something but won’t elaborate on what it is.”

Veronica stayed quiet and Mike was paying attention to the road along with the driver. In response, Felix just nodded. Now he was familiar with Nick. He was ready for all the tricks Nick had in his sleeves. "So tell me, where we were back then?" Nick questioned. "Huh? Inside the studio of Ghostbusters?" Felix answered back. "Right! What do Ghostbusters do?" "As the name suggests? Ghostbusting?" "Pffttt! Hahahaha! that's the lamest answer I've ever heard."

"The Shareholders love the 'Wonder,' but they need 'Structure.' They need 'Dialogue.' We’re going to introduce a new 'Supporting Character' to spice things up." He looked at me and winked. "Ready for your 'Surprise Reunion,' Kaima?" --- ### The Ghost in the White Suit Julian tapped a button on his tablet. From the white elevator, a second person stepped out. They were wearing a simple grey dress. Their hair was pulled back in a neat bun. They held a small, leather-bound book in their hands. "Librarian?" I gasped. But as she walked closer, I realized it wasn't her. The face was the same, but the eyes were hollow. There was a silver port at the base of her neck, pulsing with a faint blue light

Subtle, but I notice everything. Klaus de Luca. He didn’t see me as he entered a room alone. I didn’t hesitate. Silently, smoothly, I followed. The door was just starting to close when— CRASH! A vase flew at my head. I ducked instinctively, the ceramic shattering against the wall behind me. I straightened slowly, blade already drawn. Then I heard his voice. Low. Calculated. “So... you’re the Ghost Knife. The woman with no past. No future. Who sent you ? .”

Ghost arrived like a storm. No knock. No greeting. Just the door swinging open and him walking in with two duffel bags and a laptop under his arm. He looked the same as always, hoodie, boots, hair a mess, eyes sharp enough to cut glass. “Where can I set up?” he asked. Matteo pointed. “This way.” Ghost didn’t wait. He brushed past all of us, muttering under his breath about “idiots who think they’re smarter than they are.”

Can’t you see how innocent her face is? ‘Dude! Looks can be deceiving you know!’ ‘He’s right. She might look harmless but I’m telling you, that woman is a witch!’ I wonder what kind of books they are looking for. Maybe they’re having a hard time finding it. Right. I should help them, it’s my duty as a school librarian after all. I was about to walk towards them but they all looked at me as if they’ve seen a ghost going near them.“S-sorry Miss! We’ll never do it again!” they all said in chorus then dashed off the library.