Patty Ghostbusters Novels & Stories

"Jimmy, you lost me at 'robot.' Just tell us—does it shoot lasers or something cool?" Jimmy rolled his eyes but grinned. "No lasers, unfortunately, but it’s going to blow people's minds; just wait." I smiled as I half-listened, picking at my lunch while Patty twirled a lock of her hair. We were comfortable, safe in our little bubble of nerdy conversations and inside jokes. And then, as if summoned by some unspoken rule of high school misery, Patty suddenly froze mid-sentence. Her eyes darted to something over my shoulder, and her face twisted in dread.

I heard Stone say. I see Lexi’s eyes flash. Patty let’s out an excited squeal “ Luna Arya. Hi.” “ Luna Arya?” I asked Ryan in a link. He just shrugs his shoulders. He has no clue. “Hello, Patty. You are a messy pup. Just like Luna Lexi.” Arya giggles. “ Luna Lexi and me were having cupcakes.” Patty giggled. “ I saw that. I’m going to give Luna Lexi back to you. I just wanted to say ‘Hi’.” “ See you later Luna Arya.” Patty said. When Lexi eyes change back Lexi says “ Patty, let’s go see if your mom will help clean us up before we stick to everything.”

That had been the one and only time Patty knew of that the entire town pulled together. Carter and Patty had been beat up by Marty’s henchman, Ghost. Patty would never forget that night she was working at the switchboard. She had just got off the radio with the fire department in the next county when she saw Ghost’s reflection in the glass behind her. She screamed for Carter and reached for the panic button, but Ghost was too fast for her. The last thing she remembered was a foot flying up to her face.

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!"

He drove with purpose, and I, like a phantom shadow, drifted along in his wake. I followed him as he made his rounds in a department store, buying things he had never once considered buying for me. It wasn't hard to see the distinction between love and indifference. My ghostly form seemed to grow heavier with every step, weighted down by the bitterness of seeing the man I had loved so deeply pamper another woman so thoroughly.

The rage inside me snapped. Smack! My hand struck Richard across the face. "Chloe was your daughter. One baseless accusation, and you decide she's that kind of kid? I'm so disappointed in you." Richard stood there, stunned. For once, he had nothing to say. I looked at all three of them. "I'm not letting this go. All of you are going to pay." This time, Grace actually looked scared. She shrank closer to Richard and pulled David behind her. After the funeral, I hired the best private investigator in Almeda City.

Amanda tried to copy her decency, she craned her neck, as she skimmed her carefully. Mercy tittered and gushed. “don’t worry I will teach you.” She crooned Angela could barely hear them, her eyes looked at the stairs, she barely paid attention at them. She waited for them eagerly. they walked in; Melina marched on her hounds making a sharp click-clack as they walked down the stairs. Mercy looked mortified as she spoke to them. ‘‘it’s my mom, she loves wearing hounds, you will get used to the sound.’’ Her face said it all; she was pissed with that atmosphere; it must be really eating her up.

Peter glanced at his wristwatch; it was 6:30 PM. He alighted from the car and looked up at the rock-textured sign that said "SINCITY" in bold green letters. A stylish signature in purple was written just under the name. His stomach grumbled as an alluring aroma beckoned on him to come in. He adjusted his suit before stepping in.

Half of his head was blown off, brains and dark red blood clinging to his eye socket. He must have been one of Marco's hired guns in life. There was no way he was among the living now. "Careful, little kitty. Nosing around can get you killed," the spirit said with a ghastly smile, black blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. A ghost. "Another one of Marco's guard dogs?" I asked coldly. "I'm the master of this pier," the spirit said, closing in. "But I took the boss's offering, so I have to clean up any bugs that crawl in."

he said with mock dignity. Patty emerged from behind him, a party horn in her mouth, which she blew with absolute seriousness. “We all missed you,” she said once she tossed the horn aside. “And we wanted to do something. Just a little something.” I stared at all of them. The smiles. The excitement. The warmth. The affection I hadn’t realized I’d been starving for. Patty was still in her PJs. They had rushed out here this early just to do this little crazy thing for me.