Patty Ghostbusters Novels & Stories

"Magandang hapon, sir Charles. Mabuti naman at naisipan nyong dumalaw rito.." "May ilang papeles lang akong papipirmahan kay papa, Percy. Nandyan ba sya ngayon?" I was able to sigh in relief nang tumango ito sa'kin. "Nasa loob po siya ng study room niya ngayon, sir. May kausap na bisita." Thaty made me frowned at that, wondering who could be that guest. "Isa ba sa mga kaibigan niya ito, Percy? Nandito rin ba si Mr. Sogocio?"

Cassandra whispered to him and focused her attention on a woman who walked up to her just to exchange pleasantries. Quickly, Dennis walked out of the hall ignoring the stares of some young girls in the party. "Is that your PA?" The woman asked Cassandra, her eyes fixed on Dennis who headed toward the exit door. Cassandra turned to look at Dennis, she quickly turned her attention back to the woman with a smile on her face, "Yes he is, I hope you don't have a problem with that?" She implored, her right hand held a glass of wine as she stared at her.

“I should’ve billed Bernard extra for emotional damages.” Another pizza roll disappeared. “You know what?” I pointed toward the screen. “I’m taking toilet paper with me next time anyway.” Not because I planned on visiting another porta-potty. Because Ghost had a sense of humor. I could appreciate that. Most hackers tried to disappear. Ghost entertained their self while disappearing. That told me something about them. More than you would think. They wasn’t panicking. They wasn’t reacting. They was planning. That made them dangerous.

she mumbled repeatedly which caused Dylan to sigh. "It's not like they are real ghosts, they only have makeup and such so nothing- AHHHHH! GHOST!" Ming screams in a high-pitched tone as soon as she looks behind them. The person quickly runs to them which causes everyone to run to somewhere they can hide. "What the hell are they doing?" Patima asks as she closes the door and pants. She looks around the area and realizes that she entered a hell-looking place in the haunted house. "Oh no, I didn't" she quietly walks forward and looks around, shaking in fear.

Everyone has the right to live! "Well, she is just the same as Patty down there. What I heard is that she will be taken down soon by her parents. It's just a waste of money waiting for nothing." Replied the other, and I gritted my teeth in anger as I wanted to punch some faces. 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.

When they had arrived at the station, Jodi wasn’t walking fast enough for Marty, so he scooped her up in the parking lot and carried her in. The rookie and Patty were knocked out cold when they had arrived. The pale man, who Jodi learned later was called Ghost, was walking down the hall towards them. He had on an orange jumpsuit. The conversation played out in Jodi’s mind. “I told you, Paul. Ghost got captured because he wanted to be. He already took care of the pests,” Marty bragged as he held Jodi in his arms. “You have time to figure out which office is Kirby’s?”

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.

Patty is truly a saint. After my shift, I go to gather Maddie up. She moved upstairs to Patty’s apartment hours ago and fell asleep on the couch while reading a supernatural thriller. I don’t know how she reads those books and not have nightmares, but she doesn’t. She loves the stories of all the crazy fictional creatures, ghosts, vampires, witches, fairies and even werewolves.

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

Momma snorted, "Can you see Patty with a dollar hanging out of her mouth." "You put one of those men in some grey sweatpants and have them dance around like that Channing Tatum fella, and my jaw won't hold anything except for me upright as it will be on the floor." Ms.Patty fanned her face as she spoke. "Ms.Patty, what do you know about grey sweatpants?" I said with a huge grin on my face. "Child, I'm old, but I'm not dead." Brodie's rich laughter escaped, and it was the best sound I had heard in a long time.