GHOSTBUSTERS: TERROR IN PARADISE (Fan Fiction)

Steam fogs a bathroom mirror. A woman alone hears her front door explode inward. Footsteps climb the stairs. On the glass, invisible fingers carve a message through condensation:

Tonight you’re mine.

What follows should be impossible. A skull with crackling red eyes. Hands that pin her in place. Pink slime where no living thing stood. Then, glass shattering, heat, smoke, and a stranger in a torn khaki jumpsuit holding something that hums with dangerous power.

He calls the attacker a demon.
He says it’s been following her for weeks.
He claims he’s not a Ghostbuster… but he knows far too much to be anything else.

As official investigators arrive with proton packs and protocols, Cecelia is forced to confront a terrifying truth: whatever is stalking her doesn’t just want to frighten her. It wants to claim her.

And the only person who might understand it is a homeless, abrasive man with haunted eyes, a stolen neutrona wand, and a personal vendetta against the supernatural.

Ghostbusters: Terror in Paradise drops you into a sun-bleached coastal town where the ectoplasm is pink, the heroes are fractured, and the ghosts don’t haunt houses, they hunt people.