Ghostbusters Who Ya Gonna Call Novels & Stories

The screen flashed: UNKNOWN CALLER. A year ago, he’d have let it go to voicemail. Now, a deep, primal instinct…the one that had kept him alive in warehouses and dark alleys…prickled at the base of his skull. He answered. “Hello, Silent Killer.” The voice was smooth, confident, and laced with a venom Zhedya hadn’t heard in eight years. It sent a jolt of ice down his spine. The Ghost. The assassin from the warehouse…the man Ian had shot.

She felt as if she was being drawn to the statue—or something else? The crackling grew louder. Natasha... Natasha... Natasha... "Natasha?" it was Carol who was calling her. "What?" she blinked, turning away from the statue. The crackling noise was gone. "I just got a call from Carter." "From CarterLabs?" "Yeah, you wanna come?" "Sure."

“Excuse me sir, could you repeat what you just said?” “My best friend’s ghost is in my house and it is laughing at me. I think it wants to kill me. Send help please, I don’t wanna die “Sure thing, sir. Wait a minute let me ask my grandmother for the Ghostbusters number or maybe I’ll get R.L. Stine to look into it, maybe one of his books has an explanation..” “What? This is not a joke, I’m serious” “Have a nice day, sir.” The line went dead.

“Daddy, maybe we should call them and catch Scarlett because she’s terrifying at most times.” Onyx, Sapphire, and Katie nodded, agreeing with him. I pressed my lips together, unsure whether to laugh or get mad. “Yeah,” I said, looking at Aya. “You’re right. This conversation isn’t going to be easy. I’m calling -” “The ghostbusters?” Onyx blinked at me, his mouth gaping at me. I smiled, tousling his hair. “No, baby. I’m calling someone better than the ghostbuster,” I muttered, thinking of reaching for Miles and Mike to get more answers.

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.

The dishes that waited for me on the table were BBQ ribs, chili con carne, sauteed broccoli, and zucchini soup. I shamelessly polished everything off again. After freeloading like this for three days straight, I started to feel a little guilty. This ghost not only had a good temper, but she also clearly knew how to run a household. I dug a pink sticky note out of a drawer and, using a thick black pen, wrote, "Hi. What should I call you? I feel bad just eating your cooking all the time." When I finished, I placed the note neatly in the center of the table.

The call connected, and a gruff male voice answered, "Ghost." Her tone was low and urgent. "I need you to prepare your best men." "How many?" the voice asked. "About 80," she replied, checking her wristwatch. "Location: Mexico." "Who's the target?" came the next question. Without hesitation, Ghost blurted out, "My brother, Damon. Their assignment is simple—dispose of the dead body Damon has with him." There was a pause on the other end before the man’s voice rose in disbelief. "What—why?"

Princess Diana and Cath asked immediately. "Yes, it's Cassandra. The waitress that does serve us. She's the goblin. She almost got me now and I can't find her again. She's going after Carson and he's not picking up". Eddie said to them. "Guys, the goblin is Cassandra. I have found her lair". Susannah said to them as she joined the group call. " Guys, Carson and Cassandra just left now and I don't know where they are going". Dave said to them immediately he joined the call.

“It’s part of something bigger.” Across the room, Ghost’s laughter cut through the chaos. “The Hayes boy himself. How convenient – two birds, one stone.” “It’s over,” Jackson called out. “Our people have the building surrounded.” “Your people?” Ghost’s voice dripped with mock concern. “You mean the ones in the lobby? Such a shame about all that gas they inhaled. Serena thinks of everything, you know.” Jackson’s face paled. “You’re bluffing.” “Am I? Why don’t you call them and check?”

It was the heavy sound of footsteps descending the stairs outside the door that snapped me back into the presence, making me bark out the only thing I knew would get the Umbrella Man’s attention, right before the door flew open. “It’s the ring, sir! They're back!” I screamed into the phone, all hope of snaking through gone as the gray-eyed man, the one Alexander had called Ghost, wrenched the phone from my hands before the crack of his palm against my cheeks made my chair scrape back, flinging me into the darkness.