Since that day, I have had regular classes with Spengler, Stantz, and Venkman. This has been an exciting experience since they all had different ways of teaching, at least those who taught me things. Spengler was focused on the reading materials and the graphing of any findings. Stantz wanted me to do more hands-on teaching, dragging me to random parts of New York to watch what ended up being glorified misunderstandings. Venkman just gave me all his work, including grading my papers.

After several months of this weird learning style, I started to learn a bit about the paranormal world, including the afterlife theories, which led to interesting conversations with each of them. Spengler seemed to believe in a god but didn't focus too much more than that. Stantz was a bit more conflicted since he seemed to have lost faith in one but more of a devout catholic to a calmer nondenominational type. Venkman made a joke and, when pressed, just made more jokes. He didn't want to discuss it.

To keep me around to help out, I got a job as their secretary and ensured I was more involved since if they had any calls, I could at least know a bit about the calls and how to talk on the phone. Well, one day at their "office" studying for some test for Spengler, the phone started ringing. As I usually did, I Picked up the phone and began talking.

"Hello, Columbia University Weaver hall room 205 office of parapsychology. Tanya speaking, is there a message I can give to Dr. Spengler, Stantz, or Venkman?"

"Uhhh y..yes actually … I'm Roger Delacorte, Head Librarian at the New York Public library on fifth avenue, and a Librarian here is claiming to have seen a ghost in the lower levels, and from here we can tell you are the only people to check this out."

"Sure thing, I can get the doctors over as soon as possible. Is there a time you would like for them to come in?"

"Uh, as soon as possible would be best."

"Alright, sounds good. I'll get them there as soon as possible, have a good day, sir."

With that, I hung up the phone after a few seconds to not be rude, then picked it back up to call Stantz and Spengler. I made sure not to call Venkman since I last called him; he said that he would up my grade if I never bothered him again, and while I wasn't failing these classes, I had to keep my grades up for scholarships and anything to have more money in my pocket was a good thing.

As expected, Stantz and Spengler were excited and told me to meet them there. After putting the phone on the receiver, I got up, put my jacket on, and did a quick check to ensure that Venkman's "experiment" was set up and that I plugged in the shock box. Venkman somehow shot two desperate enough students to partake in his experiment.

I felt terrible about the one he would purposely shock more. After making sure, everything was in its place. I headed to the subway to go and meet Stantz and Spengler at the library. Most likely, it was just a wrong sighting. After an hour or so, we would head back to the campus study footage where nothing happened. Venkman and I would have to explain every dust speck and every minute jump in any of the devices.

As interesting as their theories were, they still didn't have any actual proof, which was starting to make me want to leave the classes. Still, I was already past the point of dropping the classes without charging me for them, and I was sure of my scholarships, but I didn't want to test them too much.

I eventually arrived at the library, where I saw Dr. Spengler and Stantz standing near one of the lions. Stantz seemed to be talking to Spengler when he saw me and waved me over. Spengler seemed to be working on his teardrop device.

During an outing like this, I was taught that it was called a PKE meter, which stands for psychokinetic energy. The device would be able to detect the constant energy of ghosts. Since ghosts always have to spend energy to exist, it was a rather good way to track a spirit, mainly because the energy stayed where the ghost used to be, taking a reasonable amount of time for there to be no trace.

Still, after a few hours, the traceable energy is barely noticeable to the device since the half-life of the energy isn't that long. This was why it could track ghosts that were there recently and wouldn't have to worry about following a spirit there years ago. Though it led to the question of why it seemed to react to me occasionally, and even if Spengler never talked to me about it, I could tell he was just as curious, especially since I could use the device without it going off on me.

However, it could be that Spengler was able to make sure that it would just ignore the effect I had on it, similar to how when weighing something. Still, the container to hold the object on first becomes the base weight instead of detecting me at, say, 175 compared to nothing. 175 becomes the base, meaning if I'm not nearby, it would say the area is -175. Still, if something had a PKE score of 176, it would appear as 1. That's not to say my score was 175. I don't know it since no one has brought it up.

After a moment, Stantz told Spengler I was there, causing him to look up from the PKE meter and wave me over. As I walked over, Stantz immediately started going on about the situation.

"Ah, good you're here, just from here. Egon has already done some scans from outside. We didn't want to start without you. Did you bring Venkman and some of the gear?"

"Shit, I Knew I forgot something. Wait, I thought you had the equipment to study some of the tapes in your apartment."

"No, that was last week. "

"I'm sorry, I was in such a rush I forgot that."

"Well, let's get it then, and don't feel so bad; it happens to the best of us."

Egon chimed in, "This is good since I want to scan the building and the main floor more. I should be done by the time you get back."

Next thing I knew, Stantz had grabbed the Sleeve of my jacket and was rushing me to the subway, going on about how happy he was and that it was the real deal, as well as Peter, was never gonna believe this and that this was the ticket they had all been waiting for.

After going through the subway and returning to the university, we went down the stairs to the lab when we heard someone screaming, then what sounded like a short argument. Followed by a skinny student with an afro storming out of the room very angry, muttering about shocks.