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Beyond the Grave

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Summary: What happens to Slayers when they die? Do they get rewarded... or do the Powers still find a way to jerk them around?

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Movies > GhostbustersSithicusFR1323,3671142,84527 Sep 1014 Oct 10No

Who Ya Gonna' Call?

Author's Notes I was inspired to add a little more to this one folks, but I still have no plans to carry on with it for very long if I continue any further past this point at all. I'm hoping another talented author might like to join me as a co-author. Anyway, here's another snipped of Beyond the Grave...



Nikki Wood was munching on a slice of pizza from one of the local haunts – and how hilarious was that – when the loud sirens of the Ecto-One filled the badly damaged remains of the old firehouse.

She glanced up as four men and a woman hopped out of the car – and immediately regretted the amount of food she’d been eating when she caught the scent coming off of them.

Choking back the urge to vomit spectral puke all over the four heroes she covered her nose with her jacket sleeve. “Ok, that smell, definitely not what I was expecting.”

“This is so exciting!” the one with Stantz written on his name tag exclaimed. “An actual spiritual contact with a woman that is actually talking to us… do you realize what this means?” he asked practically bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet.

“That we’re going to have a house guest who can walk through walls?” Venkman quipped.

“Ghosts can communicate!” Stantz corrected with a shake of his head. “Honestly, Venkman, have you lost all vestiges of the study of parapsychological entities?”

“No! I just don’t see what the big deal is,” Venkman explained. “So she can talk, do you want to start touring with her or something? Hey… Do you think Oprah would want to interview her with us?” he asked a sudden light shining in his eyes.

“I’m not here to expose the spectral world to the mortals,” Nikki stated glaring at Venkman.

“Fascinating,” Spengler observed as he continued to scan her with the PKE meter. “Ray, check out these variables,” he insisted.

Stantz moved closer and examined the unusual looking device with excited eyes. “What do you think? Class Seven?”

Spengler shook his head. “Higher,” he insisted. “These readings would seem to indicate our field studies during this rise in spiritual phenomena aren’t as clear cut as we first believed.”

“And here it comes,” Venkman said tossing his arms up.

“I’d like to study her,” Spengler said.

“Well most of our equipment was damaged in the big twinkie explosion,” Ray observed. “I suppose we could get some of the experimental stuff out of storage, but it might cause more structural damage to the building and we seriously have to fix this place if we’re going to continue to use it as a home,” he pointed out.

“I still think we should use this opportunity to further our understanding of the spectral class of citizens in the greater New York area,” Spengler said. “But as always you’re right, we’ll have to begin serious repairs and shoring up of the building’s foundation so that nothing like this can happen again,” he said sagely. “I’ve been considering a new design for the containment unit,” he revealed pushing his glasses back up.

“Great! Do you think we could shower first?” Venkman asked. “I mean I wasn’t exactly covered in marshmallow man goo, but you guys are starting to smell worse than those dead dog demon things,” he pointed out.

“Why exactly did you have to bring me along for this?” Dana Barrett asked curiously.

“I wanted to run some quick studies of you too,” Spengler explained. “To make sure there were no side-effects from your time spent possessed by the entity Zuul,” he elaborated.

A shrill whistle brought everyone’s attention back to Nikki. “Hey!” she said. “As much as I’d love to continue being talked about as if I wasn’t actually here, there is something important we need to discuss,” she said. Then she wrinkled her nose. “But I think Doctor Venkman’s suggestion has merit, why don’t you all get cleaned up before we discuss what I have to say,” she insisted. “You do not want to see what food digested by a ghost looks like when they blow chunks,” she added.

Venkman shivered at that. “As much as I’d love to, I think I’ll take your word for that,” he said. “Come on guys. Janine, could you make up the bill for his honorableness the Mayor? Thanks, doll, and as for you, Miss Barrett, why don’t we have some fun exploring the joys of the shower?” he suggested waggling his eyebrows at her.

She covered her mouth to hide her smile. “Thank you, Doctor Venkman, but no thank you, Janine?” she asked.

“Over there,” Janine replied indicating part of the building that wasn’t damaged.

“Save us some hot water,” Peter called out.

“Well I guess that means we’re going upstairs,” Zeddemore muttered. “I need to get out of this uniform and into a nice long hot shower, taking out a fifty foot marshmallow man is sticky business.”

Stantz and Spengler both nodded at that.

“I’m sorry, miss…”

“Wood,” Nikki offered.

“As excited as we are to be able to speak with a real live ghost – so to speak – we should probably clean up and go over some facts about what just happened to us before we start discussing what ever it is you wished to discuss,” Ray said as he stretched exhausted muscles and headed for the stairs.

Nikki nodded. “I totally understand,” she said.

“Don’t perv on me in the shower,” Peter called over his shoulder as he started up the stairs after Ray.

“Trust me, Doctor Venkman, I’m not that kind of ghost,” Nikki said with a vicious smirk. “But I think there’s a little green guy somewhere around the city who might want to play,” she added.

“How do you know about that?” Pete demanded.

Janine turned away with an innocent expression on her face.

“Janine!” Pete accused loudly.

“Yes, Doctor Venkman?” she asked with a chesire cat grin.

“Never mind,” he said with a sigh. “Spengler! Stop ogling her,” he added.

Nikki eyed Egon who was still studying her very closely with the PKE meter.

Egon’s cheeks flushed. “Sorry,” he apologized before he quickly left to head upstairs.

“Guys!” Winston shouted after them. “Is anyone else bothered by the fact that we’ve got a giant hole in the roof near our bathroom facilities?”

“Your point being?” Pete wondered.

“Just thought I’d ask,” Winston said with a shrug before he headed up the stairs.

“I hardly think the residents of this particular suburb of New York are going to be looking in through a hole in the ceiling to try and score some nude photos of us, Winston,” Pete stated.

“He’d prefer it if they did,” Ray said.

Pete shot him a rakish smile. “Any publicity is good publicity,” he declared.

Nikki sighed. “This is going to be harder than I expected,” she muttered.

Continue Please…

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You have reached the end of "Beyond the Grave" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 14 Oct 10.

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