The tension in the lobby was down-right unbearable.
I couldn't go outside to get fresh air - the doors were locked. So I turned my back to the the bickering crowd, sat down in front of the glass double doors and stared outside.
That's when it caught my eye.
The Ectos-1. That's the vehicle the Ghostbusters came in on. Usually it meant jubilant news, it was going to deal with whatever supernatural related trouble New York faced. Now it looked abandoned. The headlights went from clear-yellow to a murky brown, the bright blue paint was rusting and gray. Their Ghostbusters logo was chipped and the the red bar running through the middle blocking out the ghost was completely gone.
The Ectos-1 was dead. Just like the little figure sitting in the driver's seat. The little boy was pale, very pale. His head was bloated; his eyes red, a trail of blood coming from the slits of his mouth. His left arm was bend backwards at the elbow, and his right awkwardly propping him up from the bent spine.
It's a Ghost! Oh my god, I see it! Ohmahgod ohmahgod ohmagod!
What should I do?
"Well, hi" it said. The boy wasn't moving his mouth. "I'm Lil' Albert. I like playing... it's fun. One day I got hit by a bus, though. People think I can't play after that but I still can." The slits of his mouth curved upwards into a smile, and blood gushed out.
Oh my god this is sick.
"This car is so cool. It's mine now. Even though I was hit by one I still really like cars."
Should I call for someone? He's a Ghost. He's one of the things that are trying to kill us.
The boy sat up. He was fixed. His arms and spine were now straight, his face was no longer bloated, and all the blood was gone. He cocked his head to the side. "Do you wanna play, mister?"
BAM!
In an instant a drunk driver crashed into the Ectos-1. Lil' Albert shrieked. The SUV twisted the back of the Ectos-1's frame into a mess of steel and rubber.
Lil' Albert's spirit couldn't handle it. The trauma of the experience. Again? Poor thing. The shriek didn't stop, it rose and rose into one piercing note that vibrated your entire spine. The door frames shook, and the hairs on the back of my neck rose with the shriek. And then it stopped.
Lil' Albert's gone. Killed again by a car.
I should tell someone this just happened. I couldn't move from that spot, though.
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SuperAdriank has been modkilled.
He was Lil' Albert, the mafia Bus-Driver. He had possessed the Ectos-1.
