Inflatable Ghostbusters Costume Novels & Stories

I may have gone a tad overboard, but if there's one day to be extra, this is it. While I helped fill goodie bags with dino stickers and gummy fossils, I kept glancing at Chen's costume. A plush green triceratops onesie, complete with a tail that wagged behind him as he bounced around in excitement. The coordinators made sure each kid had a dinosaur tail and hat, too. It was absolute chaos in the best possible way.

Blood covered the walls the night my best friend, Cody Colfax, was murdered. His body twisted and twitched before my eyes, like a fish out of water splashing around on a boardwalk without anyone to put him back. The possession of his body from the unknown source, the scientists call 'The Ghost,' has haunted the bystanders for weeks now. When we found him, his body was half-naked and covered in ashes. The hairs on his arms were fried by the electrical chords wrapped around his arms. The tattoos on his body were symbolic, otherworldly. The Ghost left them there to make their presence known.

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.

It was unmistakably a ghostly monster. Additionally, it wore a black battle robe, with a palm-sized inscription glowing faintly on its chest. It was interwoven with mysterious symbols. The ghost howled furiously. At the same time, piercing screams echoed all around. Dozens of grotesque, blood-soaked ghosts swarmed toward Chase. "Get out of my way!" Chase roared as his fists struck out in unison. The impact of his blows resounded like the tolling of massive bells, unleashing devastating shockwaves.

The version of Sarah in the flight suit had manifested a shimmering, obsidian blade, and she was lunging at Kazimir with a robotic, Non-Linear-Motion. "Stay back from the monolith!" Kazimir roared, parrying the ghost’s strike. Each time his Glitch-Blade met the ghost’s weapon, a shower of purple sparks erupted, and a scream echoed through the minds of everyone present. "I can't hold the tether much longer!" Jun screamed. He was kneeling at Elara’s feet, his hands glowing with a blinding white light as he strained to maintain the Neural-Loom. "The ghosts are trying to eat the connection! They want to follow her in!"

The momo masked man walked on stage with the sickle as they clapped. Two Attendants with a scary pumpkin costume walked on the stage while carrying a stool. Which they dropped that the middle of the stage. The crowd watched in keen interest and wondered what they were up to. An Attendant that looked like he was in a zombie costume as his skin was green and the back of his head had a hole, walked to the stage with a green robe. Willow recognized that same robe like the one she saw at the hospital. At this point, she stood up immediately.

If I am a ghost, then I badly wish that I am a poltergeist so I could touch things and slam them to the ones I loathe or scare them till they lose their shits. To see who these bastards were talking about me, I went to the door to look at them, but I stopped in my tracks when I saw them going inside my room but not through the door. "Oops! She... Is... Here. Hello, Olivia!" The guy wearing a blue basketball jersey greeted me, and the other one wearing a white suit waved at me while smiling sheepishly. Hold on a second. I tried to think of what is happening right now as I am pretty surprised. Are they... Umm, are they seeing me? But damn, they just pass through the wall. Oooh, that means they

Armed with a stick about a meter long and as thick as an infant’s arm, he searched, trembling as he moved ahead. And that was when he found it. It was two meters tall…and headless. A woman dressed in white, with two blurry green lights shining out from where her nipples would have been, just like the eyes of demons. A silent breeze billowed through the ghost’s dress, and the hem lifted and blurred almost along with the shrilly pitch of the woman’s cries. Florence’s terror intensified, and Javier could feel it without even needing to look at it. It felt like he was hugging a humanoid phone on vibration.

They’re laughing about something, but I can feel it, Ghost’s stare on me is heavy and unrelenting. Ten minutes. That’s all it takes before Red smirks knowingly and leans in close. “It’s the dress,” she whispers, winking. I roll my eyes, but before I can answer, Ghost moves. One second I’m perched on the edge of the seat, the next I’m airborne. His arms scoop me up without warning, his grip solid like I weigh nothing at all. “Ghost!” I hiss, my hands instinctively grabbing his shoulders. He only grins at me, that wicked look in his eyes that always tells me he’s two steps ahead of my protests. “Red was right,” he murmurs, his voice low enough that only I hear. “It’s the dress. It’s fucking da