It was normal day in the big city of New York. The Ghostbusters just received a call about 4 Class 3 vapors running around the airport. As Ecto-1 sped down the street, Dr. Peter Venkman was trying to put his boots on.

"You know Peter, you should've already had them on by now." said Winston Zeddemore, who was driving.

"Well I'm sorry Winston, I was in the middle of an amazing dream." Peter replied sarcastically. Finally, he got his left foot in his boot. "And Ray, remind me to cut the wire on the alarm so I can sleep."

"Calm down Peter. You don't see the rest of us complaining about not getting enough sleep," said Dr. Egon Spengler as he tried to adjust the PKE meter he was holding.

"Easy for you to say Egon. You don't seem to sleep at all, and yet you don't suffer from sleep deprivation. I still don't get that." Peter grumbled.

"Well Venkman, I guess I'm just immune to the effects of sleep deprivation." Egon replied calmly while he made the last adjustments to the meter.

"How's that even possible?!" Peter exclaimed.

Egon looked up from his gadget and bore his icy blue gaze into Peter's green eyes.

"Venkman," Egon said, while trying to be calm, "if you don't shut up, I swear I'm gonna-"

"OK, that's enough!" Dr. Ray Stantz said as he tried to keep the physicist and psychologist from murdering each other.

"Well, on the bright side, we're hear." Winston announced as Ecto-1 pulled into the parking lot of the airport.

A huge crowd of people was gathered outside the entrance. They began cheering when the Ghostbusters showed up. They began chanting "Ghostbusters! Ghostbusters! Ghostbusters!" as the quartet walked up.

Peter then announced "Have no fear! The Ghostbusters are here!"

Egon then walked over and said " Venkman come on. We gotta job to do."

"Ok, ok, I'm coming Spengs." Peter said, as he waved to the crowd. Ray, Winston, and Egon rolled their eyes at their more eccentric colleague. Peter could be very obnoxious at times. And often.

Once inside, they took a look around. Luggage, tickets, boarding passes, TSA equipment and who knows what else was strewn everywhere. Food and drinks from the cafe were spilt everywhere and rope lines laid broken on the floor. Egon turned on his PKE meter and began scanning the air.

"Definitely Class 3's. 4 of them probably. And their scattered in different sections of the airport. I say we split up and see what we can find."

"Ok. Peter, you take the second floor. Winston, you go to the third. Egon, you take the fourth. And I'll stay down here and look around." Ray said. "And if you see anything, call over the radio."

The four Ghostbusters then spilt up, unaware that something more sinister was watching them.

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While on the second floor, Peter looked around for any sign of the ghosts. Then all of a sudden, one of the ghosts flew out of nowhere and slimed Peter.

"Why does it always have to be me...?" the psychologist muttered under his breath. He quickly grabbed his radio and pressed the button to signal his partners

"Ray, Egon, Winston, come in!" Peter exclaimed.

"This is Ray, Peter. You found one yet?" Ray asked.

"Yes Ray, I did, and it just slimed me," Peter replied.

"Ok, where's it headed now?" asked Ray.

"It's in front of me, and I'm gonna try and get it." Peter replied.

Peter then grab his neutrona wand, turned on the pack and began shooting at the ghost. The proton stream hooked the ghost, and Peter began realing it in.

"Got you now you slimy glob!" exclaimed Peter.

But then, Peter slipped on some slime and fell. The ghost was able to break free, and it flew into the ceiling.

"Dammit! Lost it!" Peter exclaimed in frustration .

Meanwhile, on the first floor, Ray had spotted a second ghost and tried to catch it; but while trying to reach for his trap, the ghost was able to break free and it too flew into the ceiling. Then, on the third floor, Winston saw a third ghost and tried to trap it as well, but he missed the ghost several times. And it too flew into the ceiling possibly to join the others.

Meanwhile, on the top floor, Egon had seen all 4 ghosts, and tried to get a least one, but they all fled into a different part of the building. Even though the 4 Class 3's were all that registered on the PKE meter, Egon could sense that there was something else here. Something more powerful. More dangerous. More sinister. More evil. Egon quickly realized the guys could be in trouble, so he radioed them and told the to meet him on the fourth floor. Peter, Ray, and Winston all rushed up there to help their friend.

"Did you see where they went?" asked Winston.

"Yes," Egon replied, "They went down there somewhere." He pointed to where the weather tower was.

"Ok, let's go!" said Peter.

"Wait, Peter. I've got a bad feeling about this." Egon said.

"What do you mean Egon?" Ray asked apprehensive.

"Yeah Egon, cause when you get a bad feeling, it's normally really, really bad. What is it?" asked Winston.

"Even though nothing else was registering on the meter. I can sense that something else is here. Something more powerful. More dangerous. More sinister. More evil." Egon replied.

Peter, Ray, and Winston all exchanged looks of worry.

"Do you guys think that those Class 3's are thralls? Like, minions? Do you think we could be dealing with a Class 7?" asked Ray.

"I sure hope not." replied Peter.

"Well, come on. We gotta get those Class 3's first." said Winston.

The guys quickly made it to the weather tower, and sure enough, the 4 Class 3's were there. Peter, Ray, and Egon quickly fired their proton beams and they were able to hook three of the ghosts. Winston then threw a trap, stepped on the pedal, and the three ghosts were sucked in. However, he didn't notice the fourth ghost coming at him from behind.

"Behind you Winston!" Peter exclaimed.

Winston turned around and quickly lassoed the fourth Class 3. Ray threw another trap underneath the ghost, stepped on the pedal and the trap sucked the shrieking ghost inside before closing.

"Well, that's done." Peter announced.

"Not yet, Peter." Egon replied. "I'm getting a strong reading. A very strong reading."

"How strong?" asked Ray. HIs face was filled with worry.

Egon looked at his friend with worried look. "A Class 7."

Peter, Ray, and Winston's eyes widened.

"A Class 7?!" yelled Peter.

"Unfortunately, yes Peter. A minor demon at least." replied Egon.

Then, a cold wind blew into the room. And a deep, chilling, demonic voice said "Yes, you would be correct Dr. Spengler."

"Who are you and how do you know who we are?" Ray demanded as he began pointing his neutrona wand in every direction.

"I know all of your names," the voice said, "Youare the Ghostbusters after all. Tamers of the Dead. And you four managed to capture my minions."

"You mean those ugly, slimy Class 3's we were chasing?" asked Peter.

"Yes, Dr. Venkman." the voice replied.

"Who are you?" Winston asked. "And what do you want?"

Then, the entity stepped forward out of the shadows. Egon was right. It was a demon. He seemed almost human, if it weren't for the tiny horns poking out of his head. His skin was whitish, his hair black. His eyes were glowing red. And he was wearing some kind of armor. He then evilly grinned at the four Ghostbusters. Egon looked at the PKE meter. The demon's reading were off the scale, burying the needle. It was a Class 7 alright.

"I am Keizer." the demon replied.

To be continued...