Ray pulled up into the church's parking lot that Sunday. He parked the ecto-2, and walked up the stone steps.
Eleanor said to meet them in the chapel. 'Great,' thought Ray as he walked down the main hallway. He noticed that no one was in the hallway, which meant that mass was still going on.
His footsteps echoed through the corridor. Along the white walls, there were pictures of past priests and nuns.
Ray could hear singing, so he just followed the noise. He came to two large wood doors. He pulled on the rusted brash handle. He quickly walked in.
The door creaked loudly shut. A couple of kids in the back row turned to him. They glared at him, remembering him as the weird girl's friend. He smiled and gave a little wave. They turned around at the command of a cranky nun.
"Ungrateful cretin," he whispered to himself.
He stood there in the back of the pews, looking for his friend. He spotted her in the back of the church. She was sitting in the last pew to the left. Her head was down. Her hair covered the sides of her face, like a patient in a hospital. She was wearing a white Sunday dress. The color combination of her pale skin, dress and hair looked odd.
He trotted over to Charlotte and sat next to her.
She glanced to her left. Still not being able to see her face, Ray wondered how she could even see. "What are you doing here?" She was reading a book.
He shrugged and watched the mass. And he noticed something was off. Father McCoy walked off the stage and another priest came out to bless the bread and wine.
"Hey Charlotte," whispered Ray. "How long have you known Father McCoy."
"All my life," replied Charlotte, not looking up from her book. Her eyes narrowed slightly at the sound of another question. However it was Ray who was asking it, so her face relaxed.
"Has he… changed at all?"
"You mean like a demonic presence? Yeah," she answered. He lifted an eyebrow at her reply. Her skin felt hot at the memory of the priest being next to her.
"How long?"
"Three months." she answered, looking up from her book.
"Let's go for a walk," said Ray, standing up. Charlotte closed her book and followed him out of the chapel.
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"Hold on. Let me get Father Sign my community service hours," said Eleanor after church. Ray looked at her wide eyed.
"It's for school. I'm learning to be a teacher at the NYU," she said, before turning around and going to find the priest.
Charlotte was finishing off her hotdog, her and Ray had gone to go get.
Charlotte finished her hotdog with a large gulp. She had ketchup on her cheek. Ray chuckled at the sight.
"What?" She asked, with a puzzled look on her face. Ray handed her a napkin from his pocket.
She looked at him again with the same expression. Ray took the napkin out of her hand and wiped her cheek.
"You had something on your face," he said, throwing the soiled napkin in a nearby trash can.
"Oh," she said.
Eleanor came walking up. "Let's go."
Ray sat in the driver's seat of the ecto-2. They were still in the church's parking lot. Charlotte sat next to Ray while Eleanor sat in the back seat.
Ray picked up the walkie-talkie and pressed the talk button. "Hello Janine? This is Ray. I need to talk to Egon. Thanks."
There was a pause.
"Yeah Ray?" asked Egon.
"You need to get down here," said Ray.
"Why?" asked Egon.
"Charlotte thinks that the priest is a demon. Or is possessed by one," explained Ray.
"How does she know?"
"She said she felt an evil presence whenever he was near. I didn't bring a PKE of anything and I don't think it would be a good idea to scan the priest."
"Okay. We'll be there as fast as we can," said Egon, hanging up.
Eleanor walked down the hall to her room to change. She was staying there for college; her aunt was one of the nuns.
Charlotte and Ray went for a walk. He was told to distract her while Egon and Peter talked to the priest. Alone.
Egon, Peter, and Father McCoy were standing outside his office because it was being redecorated.
Egon was asking questions about Father McCoy about his life, and why he became a priest.
Peter, who was listening very intensively, noticed that the priest was rambling on the questions. So, Peter decided to ask, "So, Father when did you graduate from the seminary?"
"Uhhh," replied the priest.
"Because, I graduated high school in 1975. I graduated college in 1982. Those are dates I will never forget. I don't think you are who you say you are. And until you come up with a better answer than 'uhhh' Eleanor and Charlotte are going to have a sleep over at the firehouse."
"You-" began the priest.
"If you try and stop us, we will call the police. And I don't think you want the government to come here and investigate," said Peter, his face inching toward the priests.
"You have no idea what you're dealing with," hissed the priest.
"No. You have no idea what you're dealing with, Father Evil. We have faced much more powerful things than you. You will just be one of the other asses we've kicked," said Peter. His face inches from the 'priest'. Peter's face was so close that he could smell the vodka the 'priest' had had before they came.
"Bring it on, Ghostbuster," growled the priest.
"Pete, the games on. Let's go," said Egon, pulling him along.
Egon pulled Peter around the corner. Ray and Charlotte were coming down the hall.
"Ray help Charlotte and Eleanor pack their stuff. Their staying with us for a while," said Peter.
Charlotte raised an eyebrow Ray, who shrugged. They went to her room to pack her clothes.