It was a pretty quiet day at GBHQ. Janine was sitting at her desk, filing her nails(again), and Clara was upstairs in the shower. The guys had to step out and get more food, since the fridge was almost empty thanks to Slimer and his non-stop snacking. Soon, they returned home, and Ray, Peter and Winston were now unpacking the groceries. “Slimer really needs to go on a diet.” Peter muttered. Without realizing that Clara was still in the shower, Egon walked into the bathroom when he came upstairs. Since the curtain was a dark, opaque colour, Clara had no idea who it was in the bathroom. She just hoped that it wasn’t Peter. Uh oh, Clara thought as she felt a sneeze coming on. “Oh no.” She whispered quietly. But it could not be suppressed. “Ah-CHOO!” Clara covered her mouth, hoping she had stifled it enough. After a couple seconds passed, she got back to drying herself off. But Egon had heard something. He threw back the curtain. “AAH! EGON!!!”
“CLARA!!”
“Whoa-ah!!!” Clara yelped as she slipped and fell back against the bathtub. Her hand clasped down around the curtain, and she slipped, tearing down the shower curtain on top of herself. Clara's free hand grasped a shampoo bottle. She threw it at Egon and it smacked him on the head.
“Ow!!” he cried. His glasses fell off. “My glasses!”
“What are you doing?! Get out!!”
“I-I’m so sorry Clara.” Egon stammered, fumbling around trying to find his glasses.
“NOW!!!” Clara snapped, frantically covering herself with the towel. Egon then found his glasses.
“I’m going, I’m going.” Egon scrambled out of the bathroom. Peter and Ray came upstairs, wondering what all the ruckus was about.
“Hey Egon, I heard Clara screaming. What’s going on?” Peter asked.
“Never mind.” He snapped. Ray noticed Egon’s face was bright red.”
“Come on Egon, it can’t be that bad. Can it?” Ray said. Egon didn’t answer. Instead, he went into the living room to work on more equations. Ray shrugged as he and Peter went back downstairs.

Finally, Clara was dressed, and she found Egon still in the living room. “Egon?” He turned around suddenly.
“Clara, uh about what happened earlier-“ She held up her hands.
“Egon, it’s alright. I’m the one who should be apologizing. I kinda overreacted a bit.” Clara sat down beside him. “There’s something I need you to know.”
“What’s that?”
“This happened when I was fourteen. I was living in Spanish Harlem at the time with my four older sisters in 1975. This one night, I was alone in the apartment and I was taking a shower. After I turned the water off, I felt this light breeze, and it was very cold. No windows were open, and the heaters were off. Next thing I knew, I was pushed against the wall, and-and-“ Clara stuttered, starting to cry. “I could feel this breathing on me, and something inside me. It was terrible....” her voiced trailed off.
“Oh no. Well did you tell the police?” Egon asked.
“How can you tell the police that you were attacked by someone you couldn’t see?”
“Were you blindfolded?”
“No. My eyes were wide open. Whatever it was, it was invisible. It was awful!” Clara cried.
“It was an Incubus.” Egon told her.
“A what?”
“An Incubus. It’s a male spirit that attacks women.” Egon explained. “The female counterpart is called a Succubus.”
“Anyway,” Clara sniffed, “It basically explains why I reacted the way I did in the bathroom. Bad memories.”
“Uh, I don’t know what to say, except I’m sorry that happened to you. You’ve had to live with that memory for all these years?
“Yeah. I mean, who can you tell? No one would believe a story like that. I’d be laughed at, or they’d think I made it up. So I learned ways to bury the memories. That’s why I got involved in so many extra-curricular activities.”
“Am I the only one you’ve told?”
“Yes.” Clara replied.
“None of your sisters know?”
“Nope.”
“What about your parents?” Egon asked.
“They were dead then. A drunk driver killed them when I was eleven.”
“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to-“
“No, it’s okay.”
What was the name of the apartment complex you lived in?”
“La Villa Montana. Why?” Clara asked.
“Maybe that incubus that attacked you is still there.”
“Oh no. Egon, I don’t know if I want to go back there. What do I tell the superintendent? And what about the other guys? What do I tell them? You’re the only one I can trust with this, rather sensitive information.”
“I’m glad you feel that way about me. In fact, I feel, honoured that you can trust me.” Egon said.
“Yeah. I can’t explain it, but I just feel like I know that I can trust you the most. Winston, probably. Ray, maybe. Peter, he treats life as one big joke. I don’t think he’d take me seriously if I told him. Then again, I don’t know him as well as I know you. With you, I can just sense something in you that makes me believe you are trustworthy. But, I still don’t want to go back there.”
“Don’t you want to put the memories to rest?” Egon asked. “”And if he’s still at that apartment, we’ve got to find him before there are more victims. There may have even been other victims. They should be able to rest too, knowing that this incubus will be trapped forever in the containment unit.”
“I guess you’re right. I mean, that’s why we’re in this business. That is also the reason why I took this job in the first place.”

On Clara’s instructions, they drove into Spanish Harlem. “Man, look at these buildings. They could sure use a lot of elbow grease.” Peter commented.
“They’re for low-income families.” Clara explained. “When my oldest sister Liddell won legal gaurdianship of my other sisters and myself, we had to move into someplace she could afford with her two paying jobs. Dexa, the second-oldest also got a job too. They were the only ones with jobs while my other sisters Kayla and Azita, as well as myself we’re still in school.” Soon , they found the apartment building where Clara lived as a teen. “Now when we were here, the superintendent’s name was Teodoro Suarez. I hope still lives here.” Clara looked through the list of all the apartment’s tenants. Finally, “T. Suarez, “ She read, “That’s him. He’s still here.” Clara buzzed his number.
“Quien es?” a man’s voice asked.
“Senor Suarez? It’s me, Clara Hamilton. I’m with the Ghostbusters. May we come in and talk to you?”
“Si, of course. Un minuto.” Another buzzer sounded as the main door unlocked. They went in and came up to Mr. Suarez’s apartment on the sixth floor.
“Clara, it’s been a long time.” He greeted, giving her a hug.
“Senor, these are the Ghostbusters.” Clara stepped back so that they could introduce themselves.
“I’m Dr. Egon Spengler.” Egon shook hands with Mr. Suarez. “And these are my colleagues, Dr. Peter Venkman, Dr. Raymond Stantz, and Winston Zeddemore. And of course, Clara, whom you already know.”
“Si, you guys are very famous. Uh, but what can I do for you?”
“Um, well, when my sisters and I were living here, there was this time when I, well, let’s just say, encountered something unusual this one time I was alone.” Clara told Mr. Suarez.
“We’re wondering if there were any previous tenants in apartment 13B.” Egon added.
“Well, Clara first moved here in 1973 Dr. Spengler. But, unfortunately the records from 1973 and before have been destroyed.”
“Are there any tenants in 13B now?” Ray asked.
“No. Only Clara’s sisters and herself. I’ve never been able to rent 13B out to anyone else after they left.”
“Any reason why?” Winston asked this time.
“Well, anytime I would show people around, they would tell me that they liked the place, but it would feel like there is presence in there, even though it’s just been them and myself, no other people.” Mr. Suarez explained.
“Mr. Suarez, with your permission we’d like to investigate 13B, run PKE sweeps, see what those people were feeling was actually the presence of a possible ghost.” Egon said.
“Si, of course. Although, I don’t know if you’ll find anything. But if you do, and can get rid of it, I’ll be forever grateful.” Mr. Suarez led the way up to the thirteenth floor of the building., since he had the master key. When they got to 13B, he opened up the door. The floorboards creaked and groaned as the Ghostbusters went inside. “Let me know when you’ve finished.” Mr. Suarez told them before he left down the hall. The door creaked as it was closed shut.
“Well, where should we begin?” Ray asked.
“I suggest we split up. We’ll cover more ground that way.” Winston replied.
“Agreed. Clara?” Egon turned towards Clara.
“Uh, yeah sure. Okay.”
“Um, one question. Are we gonna get paid for this job?” Peter asked. They all looked at him strangely. When they split up, Peter took the kitchen, Winston went into the living room, Ray checked the bathroom along with Egon, and Clara was checking out the bedrooms. Nothing was being picked up on the PKE meters, until Clara walked into the master bedroom. The antennae on her PKE meter began to flash and beep wildly.
“Hey, I think I got something.” She turned to find out if anyone heard, and right then, the door slammed shut. “C’mon guys what are you doing?” She tried to open the door, but it wouldn’t budge. “Peter is this some sort of joke?” But Peter was still in the kitchen, checking out the cuboards, no less. As if he’d find anything. “This isn’t funny.” Clara said, still trying to open the door. Now it was starting to get cold in the room, and a small breeze came up, even though no windows were open. A funny feeling grew in the pit of her stomach. All of a sudden, Clara was thrown violently against the wall by an invisible force. She was knocked so hard that her particle thrower was jarred out of it’s holster. Because her arms were held up as well, she could not reach for it. A disembodied voice whispered in her ear.
“ I remember you.” It said. Clara tried to free herself, but the incubus’ strength had grown over the years.
“EGON!!!” She screamed before an invisible hand clamped over her mouth. Though the door was closed, Egon heard the screams and came running. But he couldn’t get the door open. “Helllp!!!” Clara shouted as her suit’s zipper was pulled open. Clara's utility belt and proton pack clattered to the ground.
“I can’t get the door open!” Egon grunted as he struggled with the knob. Finally he took a few steps back, then rammed himself into the door, flinging it open. Seeing the outline of the incubus and taking care not to hit Clara, he fired his particle beam. For a brief moment, Clara could see the face of the incubus as he writhed and struggled in the beam’s wake.
“Somebody call for a ghost trap?” Peter asked as he ran in and threw the trap underneath. He stomped on the pedal, and the incubus that attacked Clara was sucked in. It was gone, and he would bother neither her, nor anyone else again.
“Are you alright?” Egon asked as he helped Clara up.
“It was the same ghost.” She said.
“What? How?”
“He said he remembered me.” Clara explained. “And for a brief moment, while he was caught in the beam, I saw it’s face. This incubus was human.”
“Are you absolutely sure?” Egon asked.
“I’m very positive. I never forget a face.” Egon pointed at her suit zipper, which was still undone.
“It tried to attack you again.” She zipped it back up, and strapped on her equiptment.
“I know. Guess he wasn’t satisfied with the first time.”
“Again? First time? What’s going on here?” Peter asked, confused.
“Never mind Peter.” Clara told him.
“Oh come on Clara, I’m a nice guy. I won’t-“
“Peter please.” Egon interrupted.
“Fine, okay.” Peter threw up his hands in frustration and left the room.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Egon asked Clara again.
“Now that he’s in that trap, I’m fine.” They got Ray and Winston, and left to tell Mr. Suarez about what happened.

After doing some research, it turned out that the incubus was that of a man named Edwin Jimenez, who was accused of attacking a fourteen year old girl named Amanda Quinteros in 1970. The case never went to trial due to lack of evidence. Five days after his case was dismissed in September 1970, Jimenez was found mysteriously murdered in his apartment, the same apartment that Clara and her sisters moved into in 1973. His murder was never solved. With his ghost trapped forever in the containment unit, Clara could finally re-bury the memory, this time for good.

The End.