As usual the Ghostbusters belong to Columbia. All of them. Warning, this is not a fluff story. This story contains violence, torture, rape, and not nice language. Hence the R rating. It also contains both the RGBs and the XGBs If you are not a fan of the latter, then you probably don't want to read it. As usual, this was written years ago and posted now. And comments can be placed in the comment section or e-mailed to me directly.
Enjoy.
It was late one dark, rainy evening...the perfect night for any ghost to be roaming New York. And obviously the ghosts thought so also, because the phone hadn't stopped ringing since the receptionist had walked in that morning. The Ghostbusters were finishing up the last call of the night and because of the intensity of the calls that day, Egon had wanted to go with them to take readings. The kids were getting suited up, as Egon sat on the front desk, fiddling with a PKE meter.
"Man, why do they always have to pick dark and stormy nights to haunt places?" Eduardo griped, slipping his proton pack out of his locker.
"Just so they can hear you complain how much you hate going out on these nights," Roland stated, zipping up his jumpsuit.
Egon finished up his repairs, then looked at the receptionist. "Are you sure you don't mind staying late, and watching the phones?"
Janine looked up from her computer and smiled. "No. I have some work to finish anyway."
He looked unconvinced. "I'm worried about this storm and the effects it could have on the containment unit. If anything happens, call us."
"Egon, I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself," she grinned. "Besides, compared to the last time I worked for you, this job's been a cakewalk so far."
"Egon, you coming?" Garrett yelled from the back of Ecto-1. Egon looked at the car, then back to Janine.
"Go," she said, pushing him off her desk. "I have Slimer to keep me company."
She watched Ecto-1 pull out of the firehouse, and drive off. Only then, did she allow herself the luxury of shivering. If Egon had known just how nervous she really was, he never would have gone with the kids, and would have probably missed some important data. She hugged herself, and walked upstairs to fix some coffee.
"It's probably just the wind," she said, trying to soothe the frightened ghost. Inside, she was screaming. She grabbed a flashlight.
"It sounded like it came from upstairs. Let's have a look."
Slimer hesitated, then nodded and followed her up the stairs. The third floor was quiet when the two reached it. She looked at the ghost.
"What do you think? All safe?"
As in answer to her question, all the lights in the firehouse suddenly flickered, then went out. Slimer screamed. Janine bit her lip.
You will not scream, she told herself silently. You're getting all worked up over nothing, and it's scaring Slimer.
She turned on the flashlight, and aimed it towards Slimer. The little green ghost was floating around the hallway. She walked towards the lab. "Egon usually has a pack up here, doesn't he?" she asked, fighting to keep her voice calm. "We'll take it downstairs with us, just in case."
The little ghost nodded emphatically. Slowly, she opened the door to the lab, and walked in. Inside there were piles of junk and unfinished projects...but no proton pack. As she was about to close the door, something hit her squarely in the back. She stumbled, dropping the flashlight. She picked herself up, her heart pounding. Turning, she picked up the object that had hit her. It was a ghost beacon. Dropping it, she turned to find both the flashlight and Slimer. The flashlight had skittered across the hall and into the open doors of the bedroom. She was two steps in, when she realized the doors weren't open a few moments ago. She grabbed the flashlight and ran out of the room. From the corner of her eye, she saw a dark form float past. She swung the flashlight over towards it.
"Slimer?" she called out. Then, all hell broke loose.
All the doors on the floor began opening and shutting wildly. The windows flew open. Objects flew in all different directions. Janine stood there in shock. From out of the bedroom, a loud evil laughter filled the hallways. Janine turned and ran. As she reached the second floor, things began to go wild. The TV and stereo flipped on. Books began to fly off shelves. As she ran for the second flight of stairs, she was hit by several books. She reached the steps, and stopped. The stairs were shaking wildly.
I must have gotten hit hard, she thought. There's a pack downstairs in one of the lockers. If I can reach it I may have a chance.
Grabbing the railing, she made her way down the stairs as quickly as possible. As she touched the main floor, her desk turned and aimed for her. She jumped out of the way, but it hit her leg. She fell backwards, and bit back a scream when she heard something crack. Pain flooded her right leg.
I must have broken it, she thought. She pulled herself up and limped towards the lockers.
Just as she grabbed the first locker, a loud roar filled the firehouse. The lockers tumbled over, hitting Janine. Her head hit the floor hard. Pain flooded her vision, as she tried to pull herself out from underneath the lockers. From her right side she could see a figure coming towards her. She looked up. A dark substance was floating towards her. From the substance, a figure emerged. The thing roared, shaking the firehouse. Only then, did Janine scream.