Ghostbusters Patty Tolan Novels & Stories

Skyler screeched to a halt, her face pale in terror. "Nom… Young girls taste the best." Ghost was licking the blood off his lips as he threw the corpse he had been holding with just one hand and grinned viciously. It was a girl just around seventeen, her expression frozen eternally in death after Ghost chewed through her throat. Seeing that she was not getting away, Skyler decided to talk and try to buy time. "Don't you see?! The power of the spiritron vein has consumed you!" That only left Ghost glowering. "And that's because your boss Torrent pushed me this far!"

Allen muttered as he rose. “Guess he isn’t only just a great gossip,” Patty stated with a grin. She slid off the stone last, giving the graves one final affectionate pat. “Bye mom. Bye dad. Love you guys always,” she said, kissing her fingers and placing on each of the gravestones. As the trio walked towards where Patty’s car was parked, Joe said, “So… what do we call this new power boost? Mona Magic?” Patty shoved him lightly. “Shut up.”

Regular witchery, fine, whatever, but this is completely nuts to think that someone can read your thoughts and make a whole spin of tales from them. I sigh heavily. "Thank you, Ms.?" "Just call me Patty, Luna. Thank you for your time." With a curtsy, she is off in a scurry down the hallway. What a sweet woman. That's it, I officially adore Patty and I have to speak with Damon about keeping her around me more often. She reminds me of what I've always envisioned my mother to be. She's petite with the most beautiful gray hair that's tied back in the neatest bun I've laid my eyes on. She has smile lines that reach to the corners of her eyes. Something about her calms me.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

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.

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."

Lillian looked at the scene in horror. She was shocked and terrified. Lillian fell to the floor in a panic. Her limbs were cold as she looked in horror at Gloria, who was in the rectangular container. She didn't know whether Gloria was still alive or not. Patrick would occasionally show up at Fittro Club. She did not know who he was before. However, she knew from Toby's plea to Patrick that Patrick was the mysterious Mr. Hammond, the man behind Fittro Club.

That had been the one and only time Patty knew of that the entire town pulled together. Carter and Patty had been beat up by Marty’s henchman, Ghost. Patty would never forget that night she was working at the switchboard. She had just got off the radio with the fire department in the next county when she saw Ghost’s reflection in the glass behind her. She screamed for Carter and reached for the panic button, but Ghost was too fast for her. The last thing she remembered was a foot flying up to her face.

Tracking down Elijah Moore and Gabriel Spender wasn’t hard. I just walked up to the trailer park manager and asked for the “Ghostbusters.” Which was fast, No kidding he pointed me straight to their lot. Their trailer looked exactly as absurd as I’d imagined. Horror movie quotes were slapped across the rusted metal door, and a plastic pink lawn flamingo glared at us with its lifeless eyes. William stepped forward and knocked like he meant it. There was a yelp from inside wchich sounded like Gabriel—and a nervous voice called out, “Who is it?”