Inflatable Ghostbusters Costume Novels & Stories

J The miniature ghost stood defiant, hands on hips, with a fire in the deep brown eyes peering through the sheet holes that would have given most larger beings pause. But where the frayed sheet ended, a pair of long, gangly legs wearing pink “Hello Kitty” socks and blue thrift-shop sneakers comically softened the spirit’s fierce glare. “I wore this at Halloween when I was, like, ten,” sulked the irate specter. An elderly black woman with close-cropped curly white hair sighed in response as she looked down at her adopted granddaughter. “Jeannine LaRue, you’re the one who begged me to have a costume party for your birthday in the middle of summer, Lord have mercy.”

"Really, no hot guys? At a costume party like this, where everyone’s either wearing masks or dressed as someone else, and still no one good-looking?" Gina sounded disappointed. "Maybe there are," Erik said, glancing back. There was Pinocchio with a fake nose, Link in a cheap costume, Mickey Mouse in a full-body suit, an actual clown, and a ghost who’d just cut two holes in a white sheet. And then there were the zombies—by far the most common—with pale faces, red scars, and blackened teeth.

Their shrill voices rang to the gym's rafters, which had been strung with crepe paper, that fake spider web stuff, orange and black balloons, and construction paper bats and spiders twirling idly on long strings. Bill and Jeffrey roamed the booths, much more interested in the sexy costumes than in trying to guess the weight of a prize pumpkin, or buying raffle tickets that could win a year's free car washes at the Spiffy-Kleen, or even throwing aluminum pie pans filled with whipped cream and chocolate sauce at local bankers and politicians.

He was wearing a mask meant to represent the Ember Ghost and on the mask’s eyes were affixed two light bulbs that glowed eerily red. “That’s the Ember Ghost,” Lisa whispered to Nestie who nodded at her. “I saw him earlier fetching Celie from her float,” replied Nestie without taking his eyes off the scene he was watching. “You mean the actor?” asked Lisa, wondering what Nestie meant. Nestie slowly turned to Lisa and grinned. “Of course, the actor. He was probably standing by when the rain poured and he fetched Celie from the float.” Lisa nodded. She did not see the face of the man who fetched Celie, but saw that he was wearing dark clothes not unlike what the actor on the ship-float was wear

I pause, glancing in the mirror panel that is at the top of the steps, looking at my ass that pretty much swallows my bodysuit right up. I ruffle my fake hair before I step out into the back garden, where everyone is in costume. There’s Zade as Ghostface. I recognise it’s him instantly. Valerie is a zombie doctor, Damien is a pirate, Anthony is – I don’t really know, he looks weird with all kinds of ruffles and too much red. He’s wearing a weird wig too. “What are you supposed to be?” I ask, patting his arm. He looks at me frowning, but that frown vanishes when he looks me over, whistling.

I nodded again but didn’t speak because I too was trying hard to keep myself from laughing. Emilio and all three of his friends wore costumes. I had to work a little hard but I was able to find them. While Emilio wore the sandy suit with the signature flower up his ear and looked like a cute adorable laughable little squirrel. Leo and Theo wore a squidward costume and acted the lazy, so-done-with-everything part while the new guest, Aries, joined in and wore a mr krabs costume. I didn’t get the glass globe of Sandy's costume because I felt that it might be a little too heavy for Emilio.

Ghost is a dark fae, which means he’s greedy, likes death, and likes pretty women with spunk. His short white hair is spiked. Ghost wears a black sleeveless hoodie and black and white checkered jeans with black boots. His eyebrows, nose, and lips are all pierced with gages in both ears. His pointed ears give him away that he is fae. Ghost has all black eyes, much like one would think a demons would be if they were real. Some things are just stories made up of distorted truths. Demons and angels fall into that category. Ghost's pasty white skin almost glows under the glow of the flashing lights.

The greenish-blue glow was a little off, but nearly every single window was wide open! The frost wraith, Chloe, floated to the front. Her little face was wrinkled with worry. The Hungry Dead clutched his precious empty bowl. His drool threatened to spill from the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were full of concern. The banshee had stopped crying, sniffing and staring upward. The Poltergeist was holding some random rusty pipe, looking ready to charge up and tear the building apart… There were also the Hanged Ghost, Shadow Sneak, Pipe Phantom…