I'm Back! Don't forget to read and review…please?...pretty please? I should acknowledge the fact that this will take place just after they meet Dana and then follow the story line from there.

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The three men stood on the rotting wooden porch of the old planation house. Wood boards where decayed with age and they had to watch their step persistently to avoid falling through. A medium sized nanny goat pranced around at the end of a cable that Ray held, tugging on the end of the leash to nibble on a patch of drying grass. Peter had a length on rope around his shoulder and Egon held a large frosted glass bottle of cut-rate off brand Vodka.

"It's 8:15" Peter viewed at his watch, "She should be here." Ray seized Peter's arm and looked at his watch, "She'll be here, she said eight-ish" The Goat let out another bleat and Egon leaned away from the creature cagily, "Ray, I must concur with Peter this time, if she were coming she would be here by now."

Ray looked extremely thwarted, He had been keen to run tests on June's brain while she communicated with ghosts. They began to make for the long car, now dubbed "Ecto-1", before the buzz of bicycle spokes droned lightly until a flash of white lace came into sight, "Oh My God, You actually got a Goat?" she laughed and hopped of the cycle, Her leather bag dangling over her shoulder along with a tiny black suit case. Ray looked at her disbelievingly, "you told us to."

"Yea, Incongruously!" She laughed and Peter rolled his eyes in frustration, "Well what are we supposed to do with it now?!" he demanded and June got on her knees in front of the goat, "Wove her and Pet Her" she cooed in a baby voice as she gushed over the beast before looking up at them, "Did you get the Vodka?" she asked and brushed off her dress as she stood. "No, we could get a Goat but we couldn't find any Vodka" Peter said sarcastically and June gave him a chastising look before opening her hand expectantly. Ray nudged Egon who handed her the bottle and she looked at them once more, "Mixers?"

"You didn't ask for any!" Peter snapped as Ray lashed the Goat to the porch post.

June groaned and shrugged before screwing off the top and sniffing the liquid, scrunching up her nose. She took a deep breath and took a large sip from the bottle before swallowing and shivering, "Alright." She nodded after a short gag, "Now, who wants to tie me up?" The men shared a look then all looked at Ray who rolled his eyes, "Why is it always me?"

A few moments later the gang was in the center of the upstairs master bedroom, a dusty place smelling of mold and damp, all furniture was covered in greying sheets and June had placed an old wooden chair in the center of the room. She sat down primly and looked behind her back, "Tie it tight now, we don't want me getting loose once we get the ball rolling." She instructed Ray who knelt awkwardly behind her, trying not to involuntarily look at her butt as he began to wrap the long rope around her torso, binding her to the chair securely.

"Explain again why we're doing all this?" Peter asked and June smiled, "Well we're about to give God knows what kind of spirit a vessel to the human world, we can't exactly trust that they'll use it benevolently." She explained as she nodded to Egon, who lifted the bottle once more to her lips allowing her to take a long drink.

"So what's with the vodka?" Peter continued as Egon began to paste electrodes to her forehead and forearms, "Alcohol lowers inhibitions and will power and makes it easier for a Spirit to inhabit your body." June explained as Ray gave the rope one final tug, "Ow!" she yelp and Ray winced apologetically. "Sorry"

"S'alright" she grunted, her voice slurred a little from the vodka, she never could hold her liquor when it came to the strong stuff "Dr. Spengler? Can you and Dr. Stantz set up the recorders in my bag around the room? I want to see if we can catch any EVPs while we're here." Ray and Egon nodded and set one recorder on the window sill, one in the door way, and one by June's chair okay.

"Now the report said manifestations of paranormal activity can usually be incurred by A) moving furniture around, B) Talking about the events that took place here, or C) Conducting a Séance. So let's start with the first, start moving things around, Light some of the candles in my bag, That little black suitcase is a record player, I have a specially made record in my bag as well, let's see if we can make some mischief."

Ray grabbed the bag and set candles in the least drafty places in the room and lit them all with the large cardboard box of matches, Egon began to pull off the white sheets, sending clouds of dust wafting through the air. June coughed and sneezed as the cloud hit her.

"Jesus you really listen to these?" Peter asked as he pulled out a few vinyl records in their slips. One Carpenters Singles album, one West Side Story, One Beethoven, and one in an unmarked Slip, "What's this one?" he held the unmarked slip. "Oh my Cousin made it for me" June explained.

"You see I used to do an experiment about which songs effect paranormal activity more. I found it really depends on the spirit, but a safe bet on invoking Spirits seems to be to songs on that record. Most of its really creepy stuff, one really freaky Russian Lullaby and a few others, but there is a Jefferson's Airplane song on there"

"This is what you do with your spare time is it?" Peter chuckled and eyed Egon, "Maybe I won't have to play matchmaker after all." Egon rolled his eyes, "My interest in Miss Wilbur is purely scientific, and you know that." June nodded, "And I as well." Pete shrugged and placed the record on the turntable, "Uh one problem, there's no place to plug it in."

June made a short noise of enlightenment, "see that little black box in my bag? Plug it into that and crank the handle on the side." Peter did so and Egon watched with interest, "A Homemade Generator I completed while I was still in Cambridge. It helps when the power goes out in my apartment" She explained as Peter turned the crank and after the third turn the record player hum and click as the record began to spin and a Jefferson's Airplane song began to drone out the speakers.

One Pill Makes you Larger, and one pill makes you small

And the ones that Mother gives you don't do anything at all.

Go asked Alice, when she's ten feet tall.

"Now what?" Ray asked in a whisper as they stood in silence, "Now we wait, but if one of you was to start reading out loud from that file, maybe it would help." June sighed and sifted as her foot began to fall asleep. June closed her eyes and let her head hang backwards Limp, her long hair nearly brushing the floor as she tilted her head to the left then the right. The Vodka had made her brain only slightly fuzzy, if she got completely plastered she wouldn't be able to expel the spirit once they were done, which was hard enough to do sober, let alone drunk. And if things got out of hand she had given the trio strict instruction to get her unconscious, that usually knocked the spirit out well enough.

The room seemed to grow colder as the minutes ticked by and after ten minutes they could all see their breath in the already cold Fall air. Egon had flipped open the file and read the pages of events that took place in the house recorded on typewriter paper, the House had an eventful history, cults, witchcraft accusations, suicide, a perpetual smorgasbord of history that laid the foundation for a haunting.

As soon as they set foot into the house they experienced it, when the door closed by itself behind them as they walked through the front entrance.

Ray shivered and blew in his hands and rubbed them together. Egon kept a careful eye on the EEG which displayed June's Brain waves as well as the machine that kept careful track of her heart rate. June's breath appeared in slight clouds of mist as she hung her head back limply and she timed her breathing in counts of 3's

Inhale one two three Exhale

Inhale one two three Exhale

"Ray." He whispered as a slight spike in energy appeared on the EEG as the Cardiac Meter showed that her heart rate had begun to drop slowly. "What's happening?" Ray whispered and Egon shrugged, "I'm not sure." Peter stared at June and tapped Ray's shoulder and pointed to her, "look" he whispered. The three men looked up and as a light, luminescent fog creeping over June's body, hovering over her. The Candles set around the room suddenly snuffed themselves out like a sharp wind had hit them and the Record player, which was on its third rotation, clicked off, the needle lifted itself off the vinyl and the gears stopped the spinning.

Meanwhile June felt slight pressure in the back of her brain. 'That's right, go ahead.' She urged the force and tried to relax as much as she could. She wasn't always keen on freely giving her body freely to ghosts but Science was her mistress and she must heed her sweet call.

She felt a cold force fill her body, which was a new feeling and she also felt a certain instinct of dread, something that told her that she had better stop whatever was happening before it happened. She tried to close her mind before it was too late, but found it a struggle.

"Should we do something?" Ray asked as her heart rate seemed to drop to near dangerous levels and the brain waves continued to spike at regular intervals. "No, she told us that she's done this before. We have to trust her for now." Egon declined, not so secretly really wanting to see what would happen.

"Guys." She croaked, but it barely made any sound, only a strangled gag as the boys watched the luminescent mist sank down to her and seemed to enter her body through her open mouth, nose and eyes. June's body jerked upright with a strangled gasp, like some one who had just spent the past five minute under water and finally took a breath of air.

"Uh Egon…" Peter watched the charts, "I think it worked." Her heart rate stayed at the same low level, but the Brain waves now dropped sharply, just enough to keep her body alive, like a person in a coma. June's body hung limply, her hair fell into her face as her head remained bent over and her shoulder hunched

"Should we talk to it?" Ray asked, Peter took the initiative and strode forward, "Hey there." He said spiritedly, "Welcome to the Land of the living!" The figure that was no longer June lifted its head slowly. Her eyes were no longer energetic and sunny but misty and empty, her face was a mask of solid stone. "I'm Peter Venkman, That there's Ray, and the tall one with the glasses is Egon. Now we've heard tell that you've been causing some trouble around here and…"

"Get Out"

The voice was indeed June's but it couldn't sound further from her, it seemed to be two voices at once, one feminine and hushed, while the other sounded like the same voice, only put through a cheap voice disguiser.

"Come again?" Peter asked and the creature cast its hollow eyes up at him, "Get. Out" it hissed at him. "Well, you see friend, we can't do that." He chuckled. Ray waved a scanner of some kind around the room and squinted at the results. "Uh Pete?"

"Just a minute Ray," Peter brushed him off, "So, what are you in for huh? Murder? Suicide? Witchcraft? Huh? Oooh…" Peter backed up a little as the chair June's body sat in shook on the wood floor and slowly began to levitate off the ground until it was a good five feet in the air. "That's very impressive, but maybe you should put the nice lady who let you borrow her body down now?" Ray showed Egon the Meter and the tall man stood, "Venkman you should really see this."

"Hey you guys wanna help me here?" Venkman asked as he grabbed the leg of the chair and tried to lower it down. "Holy Shit!" Ray cursed and joined Venkman in attempting to return June to solid ground. The air was well below zero at the point and as they attempted to lower her down, the Window burst open and knocked the snuffed out candle off the window sill.

"redire domum nec recedas ab hoc aut deos veteres subiaceat voluntati " the voice hissed as the wind outside picked up and blew dust around the room. "I think this has gone far enough don't you?" Peter asked the other two. "Indubitably" Egon nodded, "Ray, you try to snap her out of it! Venkman, grab that sheet on the floor!" Peter grabbed the large, stained sheet and Egon twisted it into a thick make shift rope and tossed it over June's lap, "Alright Help me pull her down."

As the two struggled, Ray attempted to make contact with the mentally absent June, "June? Hey, yea Hello?! You know it'd be really great if you could come back to us now?" Egon and Peter pulled on the sheet but the chair wouldn't budge.

"Estote parati in malum ortum est super vos simul adesse et multiplicabatur" The gravelly voice growled and began to peak fast and fast until the words were hardly understandable, not that they were before. As the chair slowly began to drift down to the floor. "Ray? How's it going back there?" Peter asked over the howling wind. Ray didn't answer as he tried to make contact with June.

"Vigilate in signum" The growl grew deeper and more threatening as the window open and shut violently and the wind whipped around the room, with no apparent source. "Ray?!" Peter tried to get his attention as Egon darted for the meters, June's heart was dangerously low and her brain activity was spiking like an Olympic volleyball player, "Ray we have to get her under control now!" Egon warned.

Unsure what to do Ray panicked and reached out and slapped June across the face, sending her face whipping to the side. In an instant the wind stopped, dead silent. The growls were cut off and for a moment everything was absolutely still and silent. The only sound came from the record player which began to once again spin and hum.

It took them all of ten second to be out the door, leaving behind the candles and not bothering to untie June from the chair, Ray simply carried it to the car. "That was incredible!" Ray whooped as he set June, chair and all, in the back seat of the Ecto-1. "Gentlemen we have just witnessed level 7 spiritual possession, complete with powerful adaptations of the physical environment and vocal contact! And we got it all on Tape! Look at me" He pushed his hand in front of Egon's face, "I'm trembling!" Ray was like a kid in a candy store, meanwhile Peter was mutter about not getting paid enough for this shit and Egon hurriedly analyzing the results on the EEG, EKG, and PKE. "I suggest we take her to her home and follow up in the morning." Egon concluded.

"Great Idea!" Ray nodded then thought, "Wait, where does she live?" they all stopped and looked at one another before Peter Sighed, "Only one other place to go then."