Chapter 8 "Thriller"
(Song Suggestion-Michael Jackson "Thriller")
Janine
In the early afternoon, that pompous Mr. Peck from the EPA surfaced with a warrant to see the containment unit. With him, there was a police officer and a Con-Edison worker with a construction hat. My gut promptly began to ache with their appearance at the Firehouse.
The annoying warning alarm blared, announcing the pending doom when the Con Ed man shut the containment unit down.
"What is going to happen? This isn't what I saw in my vision," I apprehensively thought as I descended the stairs into the basement.
The noise from the deactivation of the containment unit and the blaring alarm only emphasized the urgency for us as my knight-in-shining- lab-coat practically pulled me behind as he ran out of the building. God even knows what was going through his mind.
My darling, Egon, twisted behind him occasionally to ensure I was still there, and I could tell that he felt panicked. It wasn't a good sign when he appeared that way when he was the "serene" one.
"Clear the building," he yelled as we sprinted to the front door of the firehouse. Fortunately, I wasn't wearing high heels today, and I kept up with him as much as possible.
It all happened so fast, almost like in a "fast forward" speed while watching a video.
"Egon?" I called out of breath when I discerned that he was not with me when I made it outside. Somehow I had let go of his hand without realizing it. A raucous explosion came from the firehouse causing debris to fly through the air, and I shielded my eyes even though I had my glasses on. I felt petrified as my heart skipped a few beats.
"Egon!!" I screamed again, beginning to panic when I could see clearly again but not discovering his location. I felt my body go limp, and I felt faint. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a neon mushroom cloud come out of the top of the firehouse and then a pink sparkly stream following it.
"What the hell," I muttered in astonishment, then scoured the mob of people that seemed to materialize unanticipatedly. As I surveyed the scene around me, the possessed gatekeeper broadcasted in a whiny voice, "This is the sign," as he walked around with his eyes on the sky.
"This is a sign alright, a sign we are going out of business," I sarcastically snapped, appearing at the sky.
"Where is Egon?" I perilously thought as I saw ghosts swoop out of the building. All types such as Slimers, categories twos, threes, and fours soared through the air in a disorganized yet aroused way, like students exiting the school building at the last bell of the school year. Mayhem at its best.
For that reason, I felt sick to my stomach, and I trembled more violently. People searched the sky with total disbelief, and a crowd grew. Scanning the area for the Ghostbusters, I was too short to see anything.
"Damn! I have to find my guys," I distressingly mumbled as I attempted to stand on the top of my toes to discover my employer's location.
Hence, I threw my elbows out and made my way closer to the front of the crowd, just like my Mom taught me during after-Thanksgiving or after- Christmas sales at Macy's or other retail stores. She was the queen of moving through a packed sea of people. Doing my best imitation of my aging Mother, I hauled my way through the horror-struck horde.
"Egon? Peter? Winston? Ray?" I helplessly called amid the crowd.
Finally, they entered my field of vision. They were facing two uniformed men with Walter Peck in a stand-off, facing each other in a way similar to a stand-off in a vintage Western movie.
"Thank God, they are safe!" I contemplated.
Relief washed over me until I heard an incensed Mr. Peck distinctly command, "Officer, arrest these men...They caused this."
"No, they didn't," I unabashedly thought, balling my hands into fists. Next, I pushed through the vast multitude of people, but I was stuck. Everyone was too appalled by the supernatural in the area to move,and many people's mouths were open. Consequently, I watched the scene play out from behind them, moving constantly to view it better.
Flustered, Egon pounced at Peck and yelled something I couldn't hear because of the crowd's uproar. My heart leapt in my chest when I examined my soulmate attacking the pretentious g-man, and I worried that he would be hurt.
"Egon!" I howled as I watched Peter, Winston, and Ray pull him off of Peck.
Meanwhile, the g-man, with that contemptuous smile on his well manicured face, observed as a police officer arrested my employers. The Ghostbusters were enraged, and Peter appeared to be mouthing off to the authorities while Winston admonished him with a frown on his face. Discerning the police cuff them, I felt my anxiety increase as my blood rushed from my face.
"Egon! No," I screamed in a frenzy, but there was too much background noise for him to hear me still.
As I attempted to shove past people closer to them, I was elbowed in my side. Rubbing it, I stopped walking.
"Egon," I shrieked as the sound in the area quieted for a moment.
Recognizing my voice, he scanned the crowd for me. Two police officers guided Ray and Peter into the squad car. Egon's tall, lean body twisted to the side, and his tormented coffee eyes met mine as he mouthed, " I love you with all of my heart. Please, please evacuate the city now."
As he conveyed the message, I froze in my place as my knees weakened, and I wept.
"No, I can't leave you all," I helplessly sobbed.
There was chaos in the streets. Cars crashed around me because the drivers were looking at specters flying around, and we needed the Ghostbusters to clean this mess up.
"I can't leave them. Maybe I can help?" I uttered to no one. Despite not being in my errand walking shoes, I strode to City Hall.
"That's where the police would take the Ghostbusters," I thought, and my heart vociferously thumped in my chest. Luckily, it was less than half a mile away. Everyone was petrified and hollering, as ghosts, goblins, and ghouls ran rampant and accessible everywhere. It felt like the end of days.
"Please let us live," I prayed, "give my bosses the strength and the knowledge they need to solve this monstrosity of a puzzle. Please let Egon be safe and unharmed. I love him so much."
Regrettably, I was disconcerted by the supernatural as well were the people surrounding me. I didn't even have the Garfield stuffed animal that Peter gave me after my accident in the summer. Hence, I kept my eyes focused forward and not at the bedlam encompassing me. With a deep inhalation, I summon my courage and left.
By the time I got to City Hall twenty minutes later, I hadn't seen any ghosts. I guess they hadn't reached there yet. Shrugging, I entered the enormous brick building hoping that someone could give me information about the ghostbusters.
A young dark-haired woman was at a desk reading a fashion magazine, seemingly oblivious to her surroundings. Suspiring noisily, I stomped over to her mahogany desk and politely questioned in my sweetest voice, "May I see the Ghostbusters, please?
"Who?" The jet black hair beauty with bright make-up automatically responded in a heavy accent without looking upwards. She wore a yellow blouse with large shoulder pads, which was the style. I observed her smack her gum as she chewed with irritation.
"The Ghostbusters," I annoyedly repeated.
"Who," the receptionist replied, totally disregarding me as my frustration level rose to a heightened level where my heart thundered in my chest.
"Ok, no more Ms. Nice-Janine. I have to find out about my guys," I thought inwardly, feeling my pulse rate surge.
"Excuse me," I commented, leaning over the lady's mahogany desk to seize the magazine from her.
"Hey, what's the deal?" the outraged young woman exclaimed with a scowl on her face. She had enchanting green eyes that were outlined with black eyeliner and mascara.
"Do you even know what is going on out there? Have you taken a look outside," I hysterically demanded, pointing out the window. A second later, a ghost whirled by.
"What the hell was that," she screamed afterward, terrified.
"Would you call and ask if the Ghostbusters have been booked yet?"
The lady, frozen in fear, sat appalled as she watched the ghosts float by the window.
"I don't have time for this," I muttered, dropping her magazine, coming behind her desk, and picking up the phone's receiver to call. There was a list of five or six significant numbers taped to it. As I read them, I wondered if I should ask the shocked woman which one to call until I saw the one marked "jail"- extension 3211.
"Yes, Meghan," a deep voice inquired.
"Have the Ghostbusters been booked yet?" I inquired, feeling confident in taking control of the situation.
"Who is this?"
"My name is Janine Melnitz; I am the secretary for the Ghostbusters. Have you observed the outdoors from your window? Ghosts and spirits are running rampant around the City. I saw my employers arrested in Tribeca. Have they been booked?"
"We are swamped, lady," he coolly replied, " Put Meghan on."
Hanging up the phone loudly, I sighed, "Fantastic, everyone here is a moron."
"Why doesn't anyone take me seriously," I agitatedly pondered as I pounded my fist on the large desk. It was hollow, and it generated a sizable boisterous noise. Even though City Hall was hopping with people and sound, I made enough of a disruption where people started to examine me.
Attempting to put a charming smile on my face, I sauntered to the other side of the desk. Feeling a blush on my cheeks, I observed that the young receptionist had managed to pick her jaw off the floor for a minute and find a uniformed man to remove me from causing a disturbance.
With a self-satisfied look on her face, Meghan walked towards her desk with a tall, well-built officer. She explained the incident falsely, making herself look as good as possible for him. Batting her eyelashes at the officer and showing her dimples as Meghan grinned, she quickly disarmed him, which proved she had done these actions before on multiple men.
Standing five foot eight inches, the blonde man appeared dazzled by her, but he questioned me if he could help after the story. First, I introduced myself, and I requested that he look out the window and see the chaos. At that time, there was blood curling shrieking all around us.
A disfigured corpse with a massive hole in his chest where his police uniform once was entered the City Hall. Both Meghan and the officer swooned when they saw it as people began running away in fright. Soon a gang of men dressed like the corpse in the police uniform but with different injuries strode into the building. One yelled in a voice that sounded like someone who smoked cigarettes all of his life, "Ok, chief, the night shift is here."
The group cackled as they swiftly chased people, becoming a nightmarish scene as the spirits threw desks, tables, chairs, and papers were strewn.
"Please, please help me," I thought urgently, shutting my eyes, feeling scared myself, but then I remembered Egon's words that everything would be OK. My hands were shaking in terror, but I attempted to stop it by taking deep breaths.
"Officer, I need your help. The only people that can help you are the Ghostbusters; they were arrested in Tribeca maybe forty-five minutes ago. Can you tell me if they have been booked yet," I desperately begged as my companions stared at their surroundings while their faces turned an ashen shade of white? After repeating my request, the horrified-looking man called and shook his head to remove himself from his fazed status. Grasping his arm gently, I shook it until the brown-eyed man refocused and viewed me.
"No, they haven't been placed in temporary confinement yet. It's a process that takes a while, but there was horrendous screaming in the background, so I bet there are ghosts down there," the officer reported, and I thanked him even though I was discouraged.
"What in the hell do I do now," I wondered, carefully maneuvering around the craziness to the waiting area.
Sighing, I felt down-trodden as I had many questions such as "What will happen to everyone? The Ghostbusters? Egon? How will this end? Are we going to die? Why must this happen when Egon I just reunited?"
Peter
Although I stayed quiet as my contemporaries with me strode to the Mayor's office, I let them believe whatever they wanted to for the time being. I was fully aware of my persuasive abilities and planned on using them, regardless. Outside of the building, there were people from the media desiring information about the situation, but the police officers advised us to remain speechless. They ushered us into City Hall and immediately into the Mayor's office, a man I did not vote for in the last election.
"Hmm...it is very well decorated, indicating where he spent our tax dollars," I silently observed. That was when my nemesis, Walter Peck, charged into the room, appearing haggard.
"Here comes the drama," Winston mumbled.
"I am prepared to make a full report...they used sensitive nerve gas to make people think they see ghosts...," Peck dramatically began with a complacent smile on his face.
"You are using nerve gas?"
"The man is a psychopath," I replied, irked with a frown on my face.
"Peck has no idea what we face in the daily," I thought
"It is probably a mixture of gas no doubtedly stolen from the army," the detestable Mr.Peck arrogantly answered as I stared at him in disbelief.
"We don't steal, your honor; if we wanted to use nerve gas, we would make it ourselves," my tall friend drolly stated next to me.
"Everything was fine until dickless over there shut down the containment unit," Ray accused.
"Is this true," the Mayor cautiously questioned us.
"Yes, it's true, this man has no dick," I couldn't help but say as the prissy man attacked me in fury. Luckily, I knew that the others had my back.
"Well, that's what I heard," I reported smugly after the others surrounded me in a protective human shield.
"This is City Hall," Lenny forcibly declared, stopping us from bickering.
That was when the magic occurred, and we explained, taking turns, to the mayor the status of the paranormal in the City, but it was my comment about saving the millions of lives of registered voters that really swayed him. He was a politician, after all.
"I don't believe you are considering this," Peck replied stunned and the officer took him away.
There wasn't any way I could stop the self-satisfied grin on my face from appearing while Lenny told the officer to remove Pecker.
"I am going to get him a nice fruit basket. I am going to miss him," I victoriously teased Peck and Ray happily agreed with a nod.
"Ok, What do you need from me," Lenny seriously inquired.
Janine
With the mayhem and disarray in City Hall created by the ghosts and spirits, I was able to snoop around a little. Meghan and her officer took this opportunity to be lip-locked to each other in a dark corner because they thought it was the end of days. I fingered my lucky coin in my pocket.
"Maybe it was," I contemplated nervously.
As a result, I returned to her desk to call down the holding cell to discover that the Ghostbusters were already booked and put in temporary confinement.
"Oh my poor Guys," I cried inwardly,"God knows the treacherous and savage type of people that were in the jail with them."
Shutting my eyes in frustration, I deliberately spun around in Meghan's chair to take a minute to clear my mind. At once, it returned to last night when Egon and I were happily intertwined together in my bed. With my active imagination, I could feel his arms wrapped around me tightly as I reminded him that I loved him. Then we gazed at each other again,lip-locked for a while then watching the light, love, and happiness dance among the eyes of the other.
"This can't be the end. I have to find the Ghostbusters," I determinedly decided, opening my eyes.
Steadily, I rose from the chair and then commenced walking around. Of course, I wasn't quite sure what I was looking for, but I strolled around aimlessly. I saw a sign indicating that the jail was in the basement. Admittedly, it was easier for me to snoop around undiscovered with the clutter into secure areas produced by the ghosts and goblins. I descended the stairs and found the jail area quietly and unsuspiciously. Fastening the door to the stairwell behind me, I vigilantly crept around until I found a fat man sitting on a chair behind a desk, looking angry. There was a hallway with a white "jail" sign on it and a right arrow behind him.
"Success," I fortuitously thought, striding to the man with the most pretty smile on my face. He didn't look pleased to be at work with the bedlam, or maybe because the ghosts woke him up from a nap. As I approached the man, a dank smell came from him, and I tried to hide a frown when I observed it.
"Hello, can I see the Ghostbusters," I sweetly questioned, batting my eyelashes a little at him. Distressingly, he was apathetic to my attempts to flirtatious actions and inquired with a scowl on his face, "Are you their lawyer?"
"Yes," I lied, sticking my chin in the air a little.
"Uh-huh, and what firm are you a part of?" The man scrutinized me from head to toe before rudely questioning.
Another security officer came over as a blue ghost flew overhead, screaming. Mouth agape, the sitting chubby man explained gruffly to me, "Look, lady, we have some serious shit going on right now. It's not time for an obsessed fan to pretend she's their lawyer."
"For the record, I work for the Ghostbusters. I am their secretary," I yelled at him, losing my patience.
"Go sit down and wait. He wasn't doing anything but sitting at a desk. I don't have time for this right now," the man spat out angrily and followed the other guard.
"Only the Ghostbusters can decode this problem," I angrily quipped and spun around on my heels.
Defeated, my head hung low as I retreated to the main floor while biting my lower lip to prevent me from sobbing.
"What could happen next? Were the guys ok? How can I help them?"
Time crept by as I watched mass hysteria in the streets. People and ghosts came in and out of city hall, but no Ghostbusters. An hour later, I overheard that the boys spoke to the mayor from the security guards. Persistently, I flirted with them for more information until I heard a familiar voice call, "Janine! What are you still doing here?"
Egon's husky voice was tattooed in my brain forever. Correspondingly, I sprung up from the bench and ran toward him as he gawked at me in incredulity.
"Thank God you are ok," I hugged him tightly, then responded, "Seeing if there is anything I can do? I can't leave the team and...you."
"It's not safe," Egon urged, touching my cheek fondly with his right hand, " We don't even know what we are up against yet. This is an incredibly hazardous situation."
Stubbornly, I put my hands on my hips, folded my arms across my chest, and glared at him for almost a full minute.
"This is not the time to be stubborn, my Angel," my boyfriend gently scolded with a wry half-smile, and I impulsively kissed his lips. His lips pressed against mine gave me relief from the angst about worrying about him being imprisoned. We kissed for a moment, ignoring our surroundings.
"Wh-where is everyone," I stammered with watery eyes as I searched his face afterward.
"The police escorted the others to the firehouse to retrieve Ecto One and their packs about twenty minutes ago. They should be back shortly," Egon elucidated, putting his arms on my waist, "I have been sick with worry about you, Janine. I wish you would have followed my directions."
"I can't leave you here," I whined in a high-pitched voice that accentuated my accent, " Earlier, I overheard some officers say that you had a meeting with the Mayor; tell me what happened."
Motioning to the door outside of the building, he explained as we departed. Shortly after, Ecto-One pulled up to the corner, and the others exited the vehicle. Ray handed Egon his uniform to change into as I realized that I wanted to give Egon my lucky coin. As the others primed for the battle with the unknown, I removed it from my pocket, and I held it out towards him.
"I want you to take this," I advised, handing him my precious treasure from my Dad because we were alone for a moment.
"What is it," he examined it intently.
"It's a souvenir from the World's Fair in Flushing Meadows in 1964. It's my lucky coin," I emphatically answered, my accent showing.
"I shouldn't take it. We might not be coming back," Egon sadly replied.
"Take it anyway, I have another one at home," I said, smiling, tears coming to my eyes as he embraced me one last time until Peter started to tease us. He and the others would need as much luck as possible.
"I love you so much, Egon. Come back to me," I requested tearfully.
"I will, Janine. I love you more than you can know, and this will not stop us from being together. I won't let it."
Although Egon attempted to conceal his fright as he spoke, there was fear in his brown eyes. My love was so brave, and I adored him for it. As we embraced lightly this time, I whispered that I loved him again.
"Janine, Didn't your momma tell you not to get involved with no Ghostbusters? Begone!"
Peter interrupted our last embrace, and Egon restlessly gazed at me before turning away. Next, my heart gradually fell into pieces as I viewed him assisting the others in preparing for the fight of their life.
"Please, Lord, let them be successful," I prayed to myself," Please allow Egon to return to me so we can be together."
By and by, the Ghostbusters entered Ecto One, and I inspected them with a solemn expression and held my right hand up. When Ray drove away, Egon turned to look out the back window at me, and I commenced weeping after blowing him a kiss. I viewed Ecto One fade into the background of chaos until I could not see it any longer.
Dana Barrett's apartment was several blocks away, so I purposefully walked there.
Ray
My thoughts were as scrambled as three eggs on a breakfast plate at Denny's as I drove Ecto One to Dana Barrett's apartment or, as I called it "Spook Central." The tension was thick in the car as we all contemplated the impending catastrophe of the scenario, and we were just as horrified as all of the New Yorkers in the city. We didn't know exactly the situation that we were about to face, but we hoped...maybe...knew we were the ones to halt this demon or supernatural being from coming. Meanwhile, Egon was studying the PKE meter and the readings in the back of the car, and Z blankly observed the city from the window. Even Peter was contemplative as he lit up a smoke and handed it to me.
"Thanks, Pete," I replied, after a long deep drag, and he nodded.
Arriving at Dana's apartment complex less than ten minutes later, we reluctantly exited the vehicle that people surrounded as the sky grew menacingly dark. I wondered the time at random as it had been a lengthy day, but I didn't think it was night yet, although it appeared to be. My watch verified it was close to four-thirty in the afternoon as the wind seemed to pick up rapidly.
"OK, whatever happens, let's remain professionals," Peter announced as we put our proton packs on and other gear. He enjoyed the crowd's attention and played to it before we commenced the big journey into the threatening-looking building.
"That is Venkman for you," I thought, extinguishing my cigarette by stomping on it with my foot and shaking my head back and forth.
A cacophonous crack of thunder pierced our ears as suddenly the concrete broke under our feet. Everyone began to scream, and l even a police car's siren blared in the background as we fell back into a hole. Fazed but not beaten, we stood up as someone shouted, "There they are!'"
"There's no way we could have been prepared for that," Venkman remarked, a little shaken up.
The hordes of people energetically cheered as we made it to our feet, respectively.
"Ghostbusters, Ghostbusters, Ghostbusters, Ghostbusters," they chanted repeatedly.
We tenaciously charged into Spook Central only to find the elevator broken, and we had to climb to the twenty-something floor. Consequently, we huffed and puffed as we ascended the large staircase. The only Buster in shape was Z, so it didn't disturb him, and it irritated me a little bit, to be honest. I felt like my heart would cease beating and that my legs were like lead when we finally made it.
"Twenty-two, is this it," I questioned breathlessly, and Pete nodded. As I was out of shape, I panted heavily.
"Art Deco, very nice," Egon drily commented in a voice that can only be described as deadpan.
we trekked slowly through her destroyed apartment up some stairs just in time to see Dana and Louis turn into dogs in the background of a temple.
"Dana," Peter impassively yelled.
In front of us, hidden by clouds of smoke that appeared randomly, was a bright temple.
"How in the hell did that happen," I thought, "this temple?"
Amazed, we all gazed at it for a while in wonderment.
A tall, slender woman materialized to pet the two enormous terror dogs with red dogs on each of the columns in front of the temple.
"It's Gozer," Egon confirmed to the left of me.
"I thought Gozer was a man," Z inquired, standing on the other side of Spengler.
"It's whatever it wants to be," Iggy responded, baffled, inspecting her like she was a new type of fungus.
"Well, it has to get by us first," Peter encouraged and then encouraged me by saying, "go get her, Ray."
When I introduced myself matter of factly, Gozer inquired if I was a god. After I answered negatively, she zapped us with energy from her fingers and almost threw us off the rooftop. We were hanging off of the edge of the roof dangling, holding on for dear life.
"It's weird how life seems to flash in front of your eyes when you are about to die. Cliche, but true," I thought as we helped each other stand up. That is when Z angrily snapped, "When someone asks you if you are a god, you say 'yes?"
Nodding slowly, I felt frightened.
After we recovered from our general terror, Venkman took control of the situation and commanded us to unsheath our particle throwers from our proton pack and prepare to fire on the androgenous supernatural demon in front of us. Gozer did an aerial somersault over our heads and then landed behind us.
Gozer flat out disintegrated in thin air, and we didn't know why. We were too astounded to speculate until the building rocked back and forth, and a large decorative part of the building came flying down at us.
"Look out," Spengler yelled as we scurried underneath a small shelter.
Our enemies' throaty voice reverberated through the empty night air, questioning us to choose our destructor. As Peter explained to the others, a vision of the Stay Puft Marshmallow man popped into my head as the most harmless thing that could wound us.
"The choice has been made," Gozer declared.
Peter argued with an unimpressed Gozer the Gozerian, and we heard a distinct pounding sound coming our way. Scanning behind me, I observed the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man transpiring from thin air and stepping behind the buildings at 2 Columbus Circle buildings. Vehicles came to a screeching stop in the usually busy streets as other chaos ensued. Also, one could hear police and ambulance sirens blaring, people yelling in confusion and horror, and cars crashing into each other. The pandemonium from below was tumultuous and quickly reached from the rooftop, causing my panic to increase. I felt extreme concern about the whole situation and my pulse raced as if I was running a sprint.
"Uh oh, we are toast," I thought horror-struck as my teammates, particularly Peter, confronted me about my choice, and in a tiny little boy voice, I explained.
"Nice thinking, Ray," Venkman sarcastically quipped as we moved to the edge of the rooftop to view the larger-than-life Stay Puft Marshmallow man.
" I have done it now," I thought as we faced our destroyer.
Lucy
At the end of my late afternoon class, I walked out of my mid-term at NYU to hear a ferocious pounding that caused the concrete road to shake. From earlier, the beautiful blue sky transformed into a dark sky with foreboding clouds, and people were running everywhere.
"What the hell," I commented, feeling the earth tremble underneath me.
"Thump, thump."
Some cars crashed on the sidewalk next to me and in the street. I also noticed that some tall buildings had a thick slimy residue as I stepped around the city carefully.
"What is going on? Surely, Ray and the others know about this already," I thought as I went to the nearest payphone booth, and I put a dime in the slot then dialed the phone number to the Firehouse. Oddly, there was a strange clicking sound when I did, then silence. Again, I attempted to call but without a different result.
"Something is amiss," I thought as I saw ghosts chasing people around the area. I said a prayer for the Ghostbusters and Janine's safety and for their victory for whatever was headed our way. I knew it wasn't good.
As the ground quivered with the pounding noise, I headed to the subway station to go to my second job near Central Park at a child care center. It was difficult to walk when the ground was moving. Despite everything, the subway lines were still running, so I hopped on a train to Central Park. There weren't as many ghosts flying around, so I figured I was safe, maybe.
Climbing the stairs to exit the subway, I peered at the sky to see ghosts terrorizing the city's citizens. People were yelling and screaming as they did. A green Slimer had about twenty hot dogs in his mouth near an abandoned hot dog stand, and I felt my stomach somersault, causing me to feel sick.
Next I saw the giant object that shook the earth with its steps as it headed to a high rise Central Park apartment complex.
"A Stay Puft marshmallow man," I exclaimed, "What the f—!?"
Before, I wasn't scared, but when I saw a Godzilla-sized Stay Puft marshmallow man, I screamed in horror, stunned for a long time.
"It's the end of times," I thought, barely able to comprehend what I saw, " What is a Stay Puft marshmallow man doing in New York?"
"Ray?! Didn't he create a miniature model of him for a project as a Boy Scout?" I mumbled to myself, shaking in fear as the realization sunk in, " Damn it, Ray, what have you done?
"I believe in Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior," I prayed out loud, sobbing, as I fell to my knees, "please forgive all of my sins."