Inflatable Ghostbusters Costume Novels & Stories

Elias’s words. "All right," she said, her voice a raw, unused croak. "All right, mon ange. We will... we will go see the dog." An hour later, the "Ghost of the Marais" was a mother at the park. She was a masterpiece of camouflage. Black, severe, high-end yoga clothes. Black, flat, designer sneakers. A black, silk-lined baseball cap, the AVA logo a tiny, three-letter, white-thread statement on the side. And, of course, the sunglasses. So large, so dark, they were a mask.

Georgia smiled and nodded, pulling his ear to her and answering, “He gave me his blessing to date you.” Hayden looked at her quizzically for a moment and they both burst out laughing. Benny rejoined shortly after and they continued to share drinks, conversation, and laughs together as they swayed to the music. The night was going well. DJ Ghost arrived a few minutes after nine. Georgia wasn’t a huge follower of pop culture so hadn’t really heard of him. He turned out to be a pretty eccentric character, dressed in a sparkly outfit and wearing a ghost face mask. According to Lisa he went viral on YouTube and was known for the mask so no one actually knew what he looked like underneath it.

Naturally, they stopped in the Halloween supply store that was converted from a failed clothing store. While Chuck was insistent on a costume that was so bloody and disgusting it would inspire sickened looks from others at the party, Billy had his mind on something else. Some classic movie monster or pop culture figure that was instantly recognizable. What he eventually settled on was Beetlejuice. With a bald cap that came complete with tufts of green hair, Billy also picked up a makeup kit that would be perfect for adding the pale skin and darkened eyes of the ghostly bio-exorcist. Once Billy had everything he needed, he wandered over to where Chuck was pondering dismembered body parts and

“It’s… okay.” To Zhedya, it was a victory. A symphony. He grinned, elated. He brought out their clothes…simple, stylish, but completely forgettable. Neutral colours, nothing that would stand out. Ian understood. The hair, the clothes… they were disguises. They were going to be ghosts in the crowd. Less than an hour later, the roar of the helicopter faded, replaced by the deafening, wonderful noise of a crowded amusement park. The lights were blinding, the music was too loud, the smell of sugar and fried food was overwhelming.

But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"

Ghost simply got the job done. My jaw tightened. “The timing…” Nico nodded his head before I even finished the sentence. “That’s exactly what caught my attention.” Ghost had disappeared for nearly two weeks. During that same time, my security firm detected an attempted breach that nearly got through. Then Ghost vanished. Now Ghost was back. Ash growled. “That isn’t a coincidence.” No… It wasn’t. Nico leaned closer to the keyboard, his fingers moving quickly across the keys. “I might be wrong,” he said, “but if I had to bet…” He pointed toward the monitor. “I’d say Ghost took the contract job.”

The effect of using the explosives would be better if they were caught unawares. He put away the explosives and slipped the remote control into his pocket. Now, all he had to do was to wait for the people of the Ghost King Sect to come. It was quiet outside at midnight. All of a sudden, more than a dozen shadows appeared around the small yard. All these people wore black robes. This made them look like ghosts in the night. The only difference was the ghost masks they wore. The leader dressed in black had a golden mask on. The four men behind him wore silver masks. The masks of the other 30 people were all bronze.

“MAMA! PAPA! IT’S HALLOWEEEEEN!” Elian burst into our room, wearing a crooked black cape, a plastic pumpkin bucket clutched in one hand, and absolutely no pants. Alex groaned into his pillow. “Please tell me it’s 8 AM.” “It’s seven!” Elian yelled proudly. “The ghosts are awake!” I sat up, rubbing my face. “Baby, ghosts don’t come until night.” He gasped, horrified. “Then we have to practice!” Before I could answer, the twins joined in — Aira shrieking from her crib monitor, Aran’s giggle echoing right after.

Agustin, alumnus Dion’s mother. First, the candidates do some ramp modelling on stage wearing otherworldly costumes made of recycled materials: old newspapers, discarded CDs, the plastic wrappers of chips, seashells, used fabrics and so on. Francine is wearing a papier-mâché of twisting pythons on the back of her gown like a cross between Dr. Octopus and Medusa. Lor helped her make the whole thing. Her escort is wearing a costume a la Pyramid Head in Silent Hill, complete with bucket-stilts under his skirt, a pyramid-shaped helmet made of old mosquito nets, and a giant knife made of wood but painted silver (by JM). In the end, Kate is beaming with pride when she announces Team STEM 12 as the