Ghostbusters Librarian Ghost Novels & Stories

“God, you don’t deserve to be here. But I can’t help you, Mom. I can’t even help myself.” She stared at me like I had just spoken another language ... Then she stood up and began pacing, her hands flying to her head. “That’s impossible. What happened to everything you got from Echo?” “Everything is still there,” I said, voice cracking. “But I can’t access any of it. The house is haunted, Mom. There’s a ghost in that house. I can’t stay there.” She let out a short... humorless laugh. “Ghost? Come on, Laura, don’t be ridiculous. There’s no such thing.”

In an abandoned warehouse, my mother was tied up in the middle of the open floor, her body covered in bloody slash marks. She looked up at the woman before her, her face twisted in pain. "Adeline... I'm your mother-in-law. How could you do this to me?" Adeline Malone paused mid-motion while touching up her makeup. A cold smirk curved her red lips, her beautiful face dripping with contempt. "Then tell your selfish son to crawl out of hiding. Do that, and I'll let the rest of you go."

She ran into several dorm residents who stared at her in astonishment. Lyla descended the stairs quickly, then walked out of the building, and stepped into the library building that Louisa had pointed out a moment ago. "Name?" asked the short-nosed and pointy-eared creature with wrinkled pink skin. At first glance, he looked like an old man, with minimal white hair, showing his scalp. His name is Mister Burgog---a Goblin---the librarian. "Lyla Helliwell." Mr. Burgog wrote Lyla's name on a small piece of paper then took a duplicate and put it in a drawer.

"Vampires, Jinns, Ghosts... Damn it." I was browsing aimlessly, not knowing which book to choose, until a male voice finally broke the silence around me and almost scared me. "I scared you, didn't I?" He said, leaning against the shelf "Sûre !" I said, with my hand on my chest "I'm Sorry." "It's nothing. You're... The librarian." "Derrick, pleased to meet you!" "Felicia." "Usually when you come here, it's to read books on psychology. So I'm quite surprised to see you in this section, especially since you don't seem to know what you're looking for."

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

Hearing no one moving about—and assuming the students are probably on lockdown for the night—I walk through the heavy wooden doors, projecting myself into the library instead of the hall leading to it. And then I stop again, unable to keep the smile off my face. “I’ve missed you,” I tell the library as if it can hear me. There’s a good chance it actually can. A book drops, hitting the floor with a heavy thud. It startles me, but not as much as I startled the poor girl who saw me walk right through the doors. “Are y-you a g-ghost?” she stammers. “No, and sorry,” I tell her, holding up my hands to try and show that I mean no harm. “I didn’t realize anyone was in here. I’m—”

The way he had in the basement library, when he was trying to decide if he could trust me. "Ghost doesn't take money," he said. "He doesn't take favors. He takes pieces of people. Memories. Secrets. Things you can't get back." "Then we make sure we don't give him anything we can't afford to lose." --- The number on Miriam's card connected after two rings. A voice answered. Not male. Not female. Something in between. Processed through a modulator, scrambled beyond recognition. "You reached the line," the voice said. "State your business."

The man spoke from behind her making her startled. She stopped and turned abruptly and bumped into him. “Ouch!.” She exclaimed in pain as she rubbed her nose and stared at the man unhappily. The man simply shook his head in amusement as he continued, “The abandoned library” Laura nodded her head and walked in the direction, her heart was trying to jump out of her heart as it was famous that, the abandoned library is a home for ghosts and that’s the reason no one ever opens it or tries to go near it.

The wood creaks under its weight, the sound breaking the oppressive silence. The trolley wheels squeak as they roll past again, and I glance over my shoulder. The librarian glides by, her face impassive, her eyes fixed straight ahead. She seems to float, her movements eerily smooth, her presence more ghostly than human. A shiver crawls up my spine. Creepy.

He had signed it to make the book owner a lucky person. He squeezed it among the other books in his library, and moved a few steps back to get a good view of it. The first shelf read: Joe Robert; Ghost House, Witches Lair, Lockwood, The Boy Who Saw Ghosts, Acherons Corpse and Duckhead. He seemed satisfied as his face-beamed with smiles, but was cut short when he noticed that the torn book had made his library ugly. He swore under his breath, picked up his mobile and dialed his secretary's number, which rang twice before he picked up.