Inflatable Ghostbusters Costume Novels & Stories

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.

After dinner and smores, Shiloh walked across the street, but Pagan never saw Cookie take Gertie back to the hotel. The large funeral home and its oversized lot was decorated the most. Both of her cars, the rat rod and hearse, were parked in the lot. As expected, many people wanted pictures. They had lights angled at them and even more decorations around them. The girls ran over for their dad to get their pictures. Shiloh approached with her Elvira costume on and offered to take their pictures with Pagan. Pagan leaned against the rat rod in his Fonzie costume between his vampire and Rosie the Riveter. Cookie and Karan came over in their Black Panther and Black Widow costumes. Pagan wondered

I had tried to be a ghost, but I had ended up being a nightmare. But I couldn't leave them. Especially not now. If Julian had moved them, it was because he thought Evelyn was under threat. I needed to go back in. I didn't have my prosthetics. I didn't have my wig. I only had a stolen uniform from a commercial laundry van and a desperate plan. I was going back as The Industrial Carpet Steamer. I looked at the jumpsuit in the mirror. It was thick, grey, and featured a faded patch that read 'Squeaky Clean Solutions'. I wore a heavy face mask, the kind used for chemical fumes and carried a massive, buzzing steam-vacuum unit.

The constant barrage of the sentry’s blast kept us all inter until ghost fire raised her hand, curting it up to form a blue and white plasma ball. “Enough,” Ghost fire said as she through the concentrate sphere at the sentries the spere soved through sentrys, vaporizing them both and shutting down the blast. We each slowly pick ourselves up, recovering from the surprise attack. “Nice trick Melissa,” I said “What do you call that?,” “Spook orbs,” ghost fire answered. “I hope you can make more Rick said. “Cause we got company,” Rick pointed at a cluster of Reaper Gorillas, rampaging toward us on all fours.

It was the easiest costume I could gather given the time I had to prepare. White dress, soft feathers, a halo and a golden mask. I stepped in through the massive doors. Loud music blared all around as everyone danced along The main hall was packed and filled with several unknown faces. Dozens—maybe over a hundred—people, all dressed in Halloween costumes and masks. Skeletons. Witches. Vampires. Demons. Darth Vader, hell there was even someone dressed as Voldemort too. As I stared around for any kind of familiar face, a guy dressed as a giant banana walked past me handing me a red plastic cup.

I shuddered. I looked up to where Lucas was staring at. Up above, five black umbrellas were opened. Dangling from it were three men in a black suit and two women wearing a black dress. I can't see their faces clearly because they were far from us. But I can differentiate their hair colors. There was a blond man, two red-haired girl, and two black-haired men. They floated with the umbrella until they reached the ground. I was stunned. So grim reapers can float and penetrate through things like ghosts do?

Chloe’s scream tore through the penthouse like glass shattering. Her throat ached with it, her chest tight, her heart hammering so violently she thought she might faint. She scrambled back against the headboard, breath coming in frantic gasps. “No… no, no, no…” And then the figure grinned. “Happy Halloween!” Chloe’s jaw dropped. “What the fuck?!” Zoe threw her hands up dramatically, wobbling a little as the fake ghost makeup cracked along her cheeks. “Did I get you? Oh my God, you should’ve seen your face…”

to look perfect for the surprise party he thought I didn't know about. It was a floor-length gown in emerald green, the Glaciers' team color. It was tight, backless, and stunning. It was a uniform. I zipped it up. It fit like a glove, hiding the secret bump that wasn't showing yet. I applied my makeup with surgical precision. Sharp eyeliner. Blood-red lipstick. I wasn't dressing for a party; I was dressing for war.

The air down here was thick with the scent of old copper, sweat, and the electric tang of the dampening fields that kept the beast at bay. ​Killian stood in the center of the main pit, his clothes reduced to scorched rags and his massive body a map of fresh, angry scars. In front of him were three “Mk-II Ghost-Wolves”—towering, mechanical constructs of brushed steel and synthetic fur that had been specifically designed to mimic the unpredictable fighting style of the Great Alphas. They didn't breathe, and they didn't bleed; they simply waited for the next command to be uploaded into their processors.

[The Ghost Army] The heavy oak door of the wine cellar didn't just open; it exploded inward, reduced to a spray of splinters by a synchronized kinetic charge. Through the dust, four Ghost units moved with a terrifying, insectoid grace. Their tactical visors weren't glowing with the standard blue of the Regency; they were pulsing with a deep, oily black—the mark of the Heir. "Dante!" I screamed, diving behind a row of ancient, dust-covered casks.