Inflatable Ghostbusters Costume Novels & Stories

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 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.

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

Only she never thought she would become a part of it in such a manner. Sweat soaked her underneath the goat costume. The three men in wolf costume honked as they howled at the top of their lungs. Their jeep wrangler, roared across the street, passing ghoulish animated figures, haunted house props, and cute little ghosts. They had exited the crowded street now, driving onto the long highway she recognized so well.

He walked behind the ghost and picked up a white shirt and grey trousers. The ghost could not help but ask "How?" "Just be quiet...I will make you wear them...why are you so noisy?" Pete hollered. His head was aching from the questions. Arranging the clothes he wants in his hands, he slightly pulled the huge bowl he had ordered one of the staff to bring. Throwing the clothes inside, he took out a lighter from his pants pocket. "What are you doing? Are you going to burn them?" Earth narrowed his beautiful thick brows.

“You’re late.” My head popped up as I recognized the gravelly voice. Ghost was leaning against the side of the building, looking like a badass GQ model. He wore slim black cotton pants and a greyish-brown button-down shirt that looked tailored and expensive. The shirt was untucked underneath his motorcycle jacket in an attempt to look casual. Most of the girls walking by walked into one another or stumbled on the edge of the sidewalk. The fact that his eyes were steeled on me raised my spirits.

No one in their right mind would believe this was the headmaster, considering how he’s not freaking neat, but she could excuse it with the disease; however, it wouldn’t be bad to take extra precautions. She stared at the ghoul for the second time. He resembled the headmaster, or at least the distorted version of him. He’s more of a water balloon that had been inflated up to the size of Luis, his eyes bulging, so as his round face. Good thing that swelling was one of the symptoms of spattergout. Of course, Z wouldn’t forget the main ingredients: the big, blotchy rashes. Looking away with her nose wrinkled, a clothe packed in a plastic bag caught her attention. A smile lit her face once she re

Even the red robes they were wearing turned into clear blue funeral clothes. "Take them!" the old woman commanded coldly. There was a loud noise as Unus rushed forward before the wedding procession could run toward them. His body was formed from dragon energy, so he was also very dangerous to the ghosts. They had only just collided when several ghosts in clear blue funeral clothes disintegrated. They turned into plumes of demonic fire and disappeared into the air. Sebastian held his sword and charged into the crowd. There was a faint blue glow of sword energy, and he left howls and wails in his wake wherever he went. In a very short time, the entire wedding procession had been destroyed.