Supernatural Ghostbusters Novels & Stories

“Little ghost.” Next: Shatterpoint

I sat there for a long time, trying to digest everything. It turned out my ghost housemate used to be a legend at the company that I now worked at. I shut my laptop, my feelings all tangled up. I asked, "So, you're only stuck here because of the car accident… Is that it?" After a long silence, Ivy's voice echoed faintly in my head. It was soft and almost drifting. "It wasn't an accident." My heart lurched. Before I could ask anything else, her voice faded away.

I NEED to know who he is, and something tells me I won’t discover much if I approach him as Phantom Reaper. I don’t really even know who I actually am, to be honest. I never indulged in friendships or relationships with others. It’s just always been survival. The only person I had any kind of positive relationship was my mother. I don’t know my father but because of my hair color, I’m fairly certain my father was Christian Bartoa. I know he frequented the slave cells whenever he was bored, and the urge arises so it doesn’t surprise me, but I don’t intend to ever claim him nor carry his surname. The thought of actually SPEAKING to Damien makes me feel a weird sense of anxiety. I’m unsure if i

A soft beeping sound echoed through the room. Luca frowned. "That's strange." "What is it?" "My laptop..." "It's receiving a wireless signal." The signal strength rapidly increased. Then— The underground lights suddenly flickered. Every monitor switched off. Seconds later... One screen came back to life. Static filled the display. A familiar silhouette slowly appeared. The Ghost. Evelyn's expression instantly hardened. "No..." "That's impossible." The figure tilted their head. "Hello, Evelyn." The voice was distorted. Cold. Mocking.

“Who did we lose?” “Three scouts,” Damian said quietly. “Taro found what was left of them near the river. It wasn’t the corruption—it was something else. Shadows that didn’t belong to any living thing.” Her stomach turned cold. “Fragments.” He nodded. “They move without sound. Sometimes we hear whispers before they strike. Sybil’s trying to ward the perimeter, but the land itself feels wrong.” Mia pressed her palm against the ground. Beneath the dirt she felt it—the irregular pulse of the resonance, like a heart skipping beats. “It’s fracturing again,” she murmured. “The balance isn’t holding.”

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.

His vision blurred, the female ghost’s face the last thing he saw before darkness swallowed him whole. As expected, in his dream, the female ghost spoke, her voice soft yet laced with urgency. “My kind benefactor, I’ve investigated thoroughly. Just as you suspected, there’s indeed unusual activity in the basement of Lisa’s residence.” She paused, her ethereal eyes flickering with hesitation as if weighing whether to reveal more. “But it’s not just the basement… I checked other areas, too. The real disturbance is concentrated in two places: the basement of Lisa’s residence… and—”

“Well, actually it’s related to all that stuff, but there’s still something different about it.” Leesa’s curiosity was definitely piqued now. She sat down on the edge of her bed. Cali remained standing. “Okay, let’s hear it,” Leesa said. “Two guys stopped by my room a little while ago.” Unable to stand still, Cali paced in a small circle in front of Leesa’s bed while she spoke. “There was a woman with them, too, but I’ll get back to her in a minute. The guys were wearing cheap blue suits. They looked like federal agents, the kind you see in TV shows all the time. And that’s just what they were—from something called the Bureau of Supernatural Investigations. BSI, they said. They wanted to tal

Irena pointed at a silvery button on the side of the robotic suit’s arm. “What the f#ck is Ghost Mode?” Mark asked with a slight raspy irritation in his gravelly voice. “Ghost Mode is a feature that will allow you to become untouchable, but only for five seconds,” Irena explained. “After pressing the button, the suit sends out a magnetic pulse that will disrupt the electrical charges between the atoms in your body, making you a spirit for only a few seconds. You’ll be able to walk through walls or walk through punches, but only for five seconds. And you’ll only be able to use the Ghost Mode feature twice.”