“DON’T LOOK BEHIND YOU!
HE’S GONNA FIND YOU!
AH!
THE BOGEYMAN!”


PROLOGUE

The ceiling fan twirled in a dark room. The walls were covered with plaques and banners of commendation in the field of sciences and mathematics. A white dresser holds trophies of science fairs and projects and pictures of a family, a father, tall and blonde, dressed in a fine 3-piece suit. A mother, simple, a blue dress, white bonnet and gloves, her hand; holding the shoulder of the little on of the picture. A small child, blonde with glasses. The bed had a simple blue design, inside a child. The child slept soundly, turning gently to his left side. The boy’s glasses right next to him, his teddy bear was cuddling with him as the little one slept. His blonde hair was a mess, long and wavy. The boy turned to his wall, and the floor is spic and span, no traces of mess anywhere. The closet, a simple two door, with wood that went down in flaps, small and plain with two small paintball size handles. An eerie presence starts to form around the room. The cracks of the door slowly start to glow. The teddy bear falls to the ground; the small clash of the bear’s eyes on the floor wakes the slumbering child. His eyes slowly start to perk open when he sees the closet. The boy’s eyes start to widen in fear, as he knew it was hours till dawn. He looked at his closet, his arms slowly starting to pull the bed’s covers to his face. The closet door glows brighter and it starts to open. As it opens the non-oiled hinges give a low and piercing squeak. Light emerges to the boys face like a pool of water. The boy’s eyes dare not blink as tears begin to form. The loud boom of monstrous hooves striking the floor could be heard as the child went pale. The boy could not breath, not blink, and not speak. All he did in that one second of time was inaudibly speak the single word, “Mommy.” And the entire boy heard afterwards was the high, squeal of an evil laugh. Hair, like a wave of oil hit the floor, the tip scratches the wooden surface and before the boy could do any more, all he heard was the two words of this monster…
“Hello Egon…”

CHAPTER ONE

Egon’s eyes shot open with a bang. His head was up in a flash, and he twisted and turned, as he looked around the room, empty. Nothing but his four friends and slimer. He was dreaming of him again. “This has been going on for far too long,” Egon thought with a sigh. “If I am ever to get over this, I have to learn to stop THINKING about it!” After that sentiment, Egon fell back onto his bed and drifted into another dark, lonely sleep, of a long lost fear.
The next morning the traffic was loud, the radio was loud and the alarm went off. Egon’s eyes shot open again. He looked around and saw that the other beds were empty, and that the sun was brightly flashing in his eyes. Reaching over for his eyeglasses the thirty-seven year old man pulled them onto his eyes and blinked, his eyesight impaired by the glare of the bright New York City sun. He looked over at his watch, 11:15 AM. “Damn, I over slept.” Egon got up with a sigh and pulled on his undershirt and pants. He walked down to the circular staircase and walked down. Peter Venkman, sipping his coffee and reading his paper looked up to the just awakened genius and exclaimed, “Rise and shine sleepyhead.” Winston Zedmore, a tough hard black man from the streets, whom applied for this job during the Gozer incident, was doing crunches, “45, Hey! 46, Egon, 47, what, 48, kept you? 49…” “Ugh, I just had a rather tough time sleeping.” Egon said. Ramon Stanz, a robust likeable, rather eccentric man from Queens came out from making his lunch and said with a smile, “Come on Egon, your usually the first one up, at dawn even, not this late, what happened? Bad dreams?” Ray started to chuckle and went back to his work. Egon just stood there for a second, thinking about those words, “Bad dreams.” Slimer thought this was a second too long and decided to appear right in front of Egon. “Heewoo E’hon!” Slimer said with a smile. Egon did not even notice him, just walked right into and passed Slimer, getting his face covered with slime in the process. Egon wiped his face and glasses off with his shirt and sat down opposite Peter at the table. Peter looked at Egon and said, “Hey Egon, what wrong man? You looked like you have seen a ghost or something.” Winston chimed in, “Seems to me we see them everyday…” Ray and Peter had a laugh at this but Egon remained silent. Ray wanted to lighten the mood so he brought out lunch, though not the best cook, he did make a good club sandwich. He brought out one for all of them, and he made two for Slimer. “Yeah! I am starving!” Winston exclaimed. As all of them ate, Slimer took his sandwich with a gulp, then eyes Peter’s. Peter immediately looked at Slimer and then smiled, then pointed to his proton pack. “Don’t even think about it slimeball.” Slimer looked at Peter and then at the gun, then at the sandwich. Slimer sat down with a ‘humph’ and crossed his arms. Egon still just only looked at his food, and did not touch a crumb. Ray said, “Egon really, whats wrong with you?” “Ray, I had a bad dream that’s all.” “Well, want to share it with us?” Winston said. “No, it’s probably nothing.” Egon said sliding his sandwich over to Slimer. Slimer smiled wide at this and said, “Thenk ewee, E’hon!” and took down the sandwich again with one gulp, belching afterward. No sooner than the belch then Jeanine, the redheaded secretary to this pack of Ghost hunters, rang the bell and yelled at the guys, “Hey you guys, there is no ghost but there is a guy who just called us named Mr. Fitsimmons, he says he’s from the FBI and wants to give us a inspection.” Peter hung his head, “Great, Fitsimmons…” Ray sighed, “He is worse than Peck.” Slimer gave a worried look, he then wailed to Ray, “Weel ‘he comme aftwer mwe??” Ray chuckled, “No Slimer he won’t come after you, just don’t come near him!” Slimer smiled and said, “O Kwa Rway!” He then shot up like a bat outta hell and went right through the ceiling.” Ray chuckled to Egon, “I’ll still never get used to seeing that!” Jeanine then rang the bell a second time, “Guys, 2 parents 42nd and Main, they say they’re child is gone, rather frantic.” Egon looked at Jeanine with a surprised look and said, “Gone?”
At the apartment building, there is a crowd of people there, reporters, police and fire department. The Ghostbusters roll in with their car, and the four of them walk out. They part though the crowd and up the stairs. Egon picking up the tail end. Their proton packs glowed and the apartment was full of cops. One lieutenant pulled Zedmore over and started to talk to him. “What going on here?” Zedmore asked the cop. “Child gone, we think it’s a kidnappin’.” “Brilliant, and in this neighborhood.” Stanz went up to the room of the family. It was a black family, a father and mother. Both still in their bathrobes talking to the police. When Venkam went into the scene he immediately went to the family and started to talk. “Ok, now stay calm, we are going to find out what happened.” The father was frantic but tried to keep his composure, “You don’t understand, her room has no windows and the door in the only way in!” The mother started to panic, “Can you find our little girl please??” Peter had his hands full. Egon said to Venkman, “Ask them where the child’s room is.” Peter said, “Ok, my partners are gonna look in the kids room, we will find her just stay calm.” All the father did was point to the room across the way. When Egon and Ray started to leave, he heard the father saying, “She said she had been seeing a monster at night!” Egon started to worry.
Egon and Ray went into the room, Ray with the Gygameter and Egon pulled out the PK-E. They examined the room and it was a mess. The room was a corner room, no window, no way in or out beside the door. There is no sign of force entry; the walls were covered with slash marks and rips. The dresser and trunk on the side of the room was turned over, toys, books, magazines everywhere. As Egon was looking around, Winston came into the room. “Ray, the girls name was Gracie Maxcell. She was seven, gonna be 8 next month. She is 4’5, 75 pounds, and black hair, African American. Damn, who kidnapped her, a bear?” Ray looked at Winston, “This is defiantly super-naturally related, 5.3gs on the Gygameter.” Egon said without turning, “-9 on the PK-E, defiantly a specter of some type.” Zedmore said not buying it, “Ghosts can’t do this! This is a work of a, a, monster!” Egon said, “Maybe Winston, maybe…” The cops started to go into the child’s room, Stanz and Zedmore started to talk to them some more about the scene. Egon looked around the room; he measured the marks on the walls, and the trunk of toys. All were –9, “This isn’t right, most specters values change from one area to another, this stays stagnant, something is wrong here.” Egon thought. He went to the bed, it was shattered to pieces, the covers were torn and ripped and the sheets reminded Egon of a sheet of paper being attacked by scissors. Egon measured closely, -9 again. “What’s wrong with this thing?” Egon thought. He moved back and he felt something on the floor; it was loose, like gravel, he looked down. It was dirt. He bent down to look at it closer, -9 on the PK-E, but it touched it and it was in the shape of a hoof. “A hoof?” Egon thought. Egon looked at the wall next to him, the only thing next to him was the closet. It was wooden with one door, a brass handle, looked like any regular door. He stood up, -9 on the meter again. Egon stood back, and gripped the handle. Pausing for a moment, he grabbed his gun and readied it. He yanked the door open and pointed the blaster. Nothing. He looked behind him and everyone was gone. He shook his head. “Come on Egon, what’s wrong with you?” He moved his stance and his boot stepped on something, it made a *coo* noise. He looked down and adjusted his spectacles. It was a teddy bear that said ‘Gracie’ on the neck ribbon. He smiled and removed his foot, what he saw did not make his smile, but gasp in shock. Four claw marks, slashed right through the chest of this fourteen-inch teddy bear. Egon bent down and picked it up with his left hand, it was moist. He put the teddy bear in his right hand, and looked at his left, blood. Looking at the bear again, he saw in one of the slash marks, something that made his skin crawl. He took out a pair of tweezers, metal but firm. He also took out a sample rack, a set of 6 containers. He popped the top on one of them and put the tweezers into one of the slash marks. He slowly started to pull out a strand of hair. It was long, thick, like a rubber band. It was blue, and at least thirteen inches. He stuffed the hair remain into the sample tube and put the bear down, he took another sample tube and oozed some blood from his hand into the container. When he gathered enough, he turned from his position and scooped some of the dirt from the hoof mark onto his hand. When he got up he lost his balance and fell back, he caught himself on the wall of the closet. A flash went passed his eyes. A small flash of a head and back full of hair, it went down all the way to the floor. His eyes went open with a shock as he heard a loud, high pitch squeaky laugh,
“He-he-he-he-ha-ha-ha…”
Egon was pulled away from this when he heard a voice. “Mr. Spangler!” Egon turned and looked at the owner. He looked to a man dressed in a fine pressed 3-piece suit. He was tall, lanky, and he was dressed in black. He made it abundantly clear that he has an 18 caret gold pocket watch and he had gold and brass cufflinks. His hair was black, and slick back in a ponytail. His nose stood out and his eyes were deep blue, but angry today. He had a black goatee that only made his impression more severe. “Mr. Spangler! Remove yourself from there!” Egon pulled his hand away from the wall and put the sample tubes away, making sure that this guy did not see them. “Hello Lou.” Egon said. “That’s Luicius Fitsimmons, FBI. What do you think you are doing here?” Egon straightened himself out and said, “The family called us here.” “Mr. Spangler, I am going to tell you this once so listen good. I want you and your little circus group to pack your bags get the hell out of my crime scene!” This did not moved Egon, he simply walked by Fitsimmons. “Fine Lou, but this is no kidnapping, this was a specter of some kind, unless…your kidnapper is a bear with hooves and blue hair.” Before Fitsimmons could answer Egon said, “Come on Ghostbusters, let’s go.”
That night, when all the rest were asleep, Egon was wide awake again, staring at the ceiling, plagued with that cold, heartless, evil laugh…
“He-he-he-he-ha-ha-ha…”