21th of June, Brooklyn (New York)

"I dunno man, I'm havin' second thoughts about this."

"C'mon, Jack. You've seen those Ghostbusters, fame and fortune. If we get into the spook business we'll be rich!"

Jack and Bill were drop-out college students who were down on their luck, and like so many they were looking for a quick fix to get rich. The Ghostbusters have been widely known and their fame spawned legions of amateur ghost hunters who tried their hand at 'busting' ghosts. Jack and Bill were no different although they knew nothing about the paranormal and with a couple of flashlights and a camera they entered a graveyard way beyond the point of midnight.

They figured that the best place to search for spirits and ghouls was at a cemetery, Gilderward Cemetery in Brooklyn to be exact. It wasn't a clear night as the skies were clouded and no stars were visible and forget about a moon shining through. They flashed their lights at headstones and occasionally read the names out loud. "Creepy place, nice headstones though," Bill said as he stopped to look at one.

"Yeah the sooner we get out of here the better, if I get eaten by some ghost I'm comin' back to haunt you," Jack said with an uneasy tone, nervously pointing his light everywhere.

"Pretty sure ghosts don't eat people. Now shut up and find your nuts," Bill said.

Bill was the one who carried the camera, nothing fancy just a hand-held camera. It was on nightvision. He recorded nothing special just headstones flower-covered graves, though his anxious companion came into frame several times and flashed his light at the camera. This went on for an hour and a half before finally Jack had enough and began to make his way back to the gate that they came through. "I'm gonna smoke, this is stupid," he said under his breath and walked as fast he could.

"You're a real ghost hunter, Jackie. I'm stayin', I ain't leaving until I catch something on film," Bill said as he turned his back toward Jack and continued filming graves.

Once outside the cemetery, Jack calmed his nerves as he lit up a cigarette and hung with his back against the car they came with. It belonged to Bill's mother, she rarely drove anymore and gave it to Bill as a gift. Bill made his way to the back of the cemetery and out of Jack's sight, he deactivated his flashlight and began kicking against a nearby headstone in order to create a banging noise. If he couldn't find a spirit the next best thing was to pick a fight with one. He kicked the headstone and even spat on the grave itself, no one out of the ordinary was buried here. An elderly woman in fact. Martha Williams died at age 98 just last year and her soul was laid to rest at Gilderward Cemetery.

"What the hell is he doin'?" Jack questioned as he could hear a faint thumping noise that originated somewhere amongst the headstones. "I'm done with this crap!"

Jack held his flashlight in hand and headed back inside the cemetery although he'd rather turn back and just wait until Bill eventually showed up. He followed the noise and shined a light at each grave he passed, he wasn't going to shout because what they were doing was against the law. "Bill? What are you doin'? C'mon dude this ain't funny," Jack said as a chill ran down his spine.

The noise grew louder and he'd see Bill any second now, any second now he'd be able to grab Bill by the arm and drag him out of the cemetery. As Jack flashed his light at the source of the noise he couldn't quite grasp what he saw. It was Bill, sure it was him but that was it. What Jack saw looked like Bill but nothing more as he shined his light at his friend and saw him banging his head against a headstone as he sat on his knees in front of it.

"Billy? You...you okay there?" Jack said as he tried to overcome his panic-ish state of mind and help his buddy. He came closer to Bill and turned the head of the flashlight so it decreased in brightness, he was three steps away from his friend when suddenly Bill turned his head and looked at him. His eyes were void, completely black. His cheekbones were more prominent and his lips seemed thinner and pressed into a tight line. "Wanna get out of here?" Jack asked, not really accepting the situation.

"We are on the rise. We are Zozo," Bill said with a disemboweled voice before his blackened eyes lit up like Christmas and nearly blinded Jack.

"Bill!" Jack screamed as he covered his eyes and fell backwards. He crawled away and his fingers dug into the dirt as he crawled as fast he could. His heart wanting to jump out of his chest and the lump in his throat nearly choking him, he got to his feet and just ran for it. Like a marksman he was focused on his target and ran for the gate. He paid the car no mind as he continued to run and run, confused and scared about what he just saw.

The next morning it was business as usual at the firehouse. A call had just come in about an elementary school being haunted by what was described as a "demon dog". Ecto-1a rolled out as Egon read through Tobin's Spirit Guide and researched demonic canine entities while Ray stuffed his face with a slice of leftover pizza from the night before.

"Ray, if you smell like leftover pizza and Cujo decides that you're his next meal. I just want to say I told you so," Peter said as he tucked his arms behind his head and hung back.

"Told me what?" Ray said after he swallowed.

"To never eat before going out on a call, those spooks can smell it!"

"They can't smell anything, most of them don't even have a nose."

"Egon? Can I get a ruling on this?" Peter scoffed.

"Ghosts can't smell, they lack the required nerves and muscles. I have not tested this theory fully because no subject has ever sat still long enough for me to probe them in the facial region. Perhaps I should find a way to do so in the near future, could be fascinating," Egon replied as he turned another page.

"You guys get crazier each day," Winston sighed as he flipped on the sirens and turned a corner.

Ecto-1a pulled up in front of the Rosemary Elementary school after about a 15 minute drive, and crowds of frightened children stood outside with teachers and a few janitors comforting them. "Alright boys, let's send this puppy home," Peter said as he opened the car door and got out.

Egon and Winston immediately headed for the back of the car and swung the door open as they pulled out the gurney that carried the proton packs. Peter greeted a few kids and padded them on the head as he said, "Don't worry kids, we're gonna make the mean monster disappear."

"C'mon Pete," Ray tapped him on the shoulder as they needed to strap on their packs.

Egon and Winston were already geared-up and met with a few teachers. "What happened?" Egon said as he held his pke meter in hand.

"A huge black dog with glowing green eyes suddenly ran through my classroom and went through the wall like a...like..a..—"

"Like a ghost," Winston finished the teacher's sentence as she had visible difficulty accepting what she had seen.

Peter and Ray came up from behind the car, each carried a trap on their hip and Peter struggled with the straps of his proton pack as they were a tad too tight. All four met up and they headed up a small set of stairs on their way to the revolving doors of the school. Egon took point as he activated the pke meter and began the initial scan of the building when they entered.

"So you think Cujo's gonna play nice?" Peter said as he reached for his thrower and activated his pack.

"Not likely," Winston replied as he did the same and activated his pack.

"We haven't trapped a canine manifestation in a while, this should be good!" Ray said just a tad too excited.

"It's on the floor above us," Egon said as he read the readings on screen. "Class five reading."

"Class five? And I thought this was going to be hard," Peter joked as they headed for the stairs that led up to the second floor.