# I posted a Fan Fic... **URL:** \ **Category:** Fan Fiction\ **Created:** [August 3, 2014, 7:06pm UTC](https://forum.gbfans.com/t/i-posted-a-fan-fic/35799 "2014-08-03T19:06:49Z")\ **Posts on this page:** 20\ **Page:** 1
**Author:** ![Ivo\_Shandor](https://forum.gbfans.com/letter_avatar_proxy/v4/letter/i/4da419/32.png) [@Ivo\_Shandor](https://forum.gbfans.com/u/Ivo_Shandor)\ **Post date:** [August 3, 2014, 7:06pm UTC](https://forum.gbfans.com/t/i-posted-a-fan-fic/35799/1 "2014-08-03T19:06:49Z")
If anyone is interested. It’s the first short part of a longer story…I might continue it if there is any interest. The story involves the Ghostbreakers, a group of paranormal investigators and eliminators from Chicago who once competed with - and are now a fully sanctioned franchise of - the Ghostbusters we all know and love. Here is the link: [http://www.gbfans.com/fans/fiction/franchises/16711/the-ghostbreakers-a-darkness-at-gossedale-manor/](http://www.gbfans.com/fans/fiction/franchises/16711/the-ghostbreakers-a-darkness-at-gossedale-manor/) Here is an excerpt. _\*“Look out!” Spence boomed, aiming and firing in one fluid motion. High energy protons generated by the accelerator on his back screamed from the tip of his ion rifle, a multicolored orange and blue maelstrom that singed through the air and stuck the ghost near its tail end. The proton stream reacted with the thing’s ectoplasmic body, stopping its forward momentum and beginning to encircle it in a prison of nuclear particles._ _Before it could be completely contained, however, the worm twisted, and the last two feet of its repulsive tail detached and lay, quivering, on the staircase. Free once more, it lunged toward Spence, perhaps meaning to neatly snip his head from his body with its razor-sharp, insectoid mouthparts. \*_ ---
**Author:** ![Ivo\_Shandor](https://forum.gbfans.com/letter_avatar_proxy/v4/letter/i/4da419/32.png) [@Ivo\_Shandor](https://forum.gbfans.com/u/Ivo_Shandor)\ **Post date:** [August 16, 2014, 9:34pm UTC](https://forum.gbfans.com/t/i-posted-a-fan-fic/35799/2 "2014-08-16T21:34:00Z")
[PART 2](https://www.gbfans.com/wiki/extreme-ghostbusters/back-in-the-saddle-part-2) The basement of Gossedale Manor was damp, chilly, and filled with a pitch-black darkness. For some reason (possibly related to the damage they had caused upstairs) the electricity didn’t work, and a cold fog had begun to infiltrate the entire house from the moor outside. The Ghostbreakers switched on the powerful floodlights attached to the top of their [proton packs](https://www.gbfans.com/wiki/equipment/proton-pack), and the murk was dispelled, at least to some extent. They saw cobwebs, mouse-droppings, linen-covered furniture, and moldy walls, crumbling in places. The basement also stank of mildew and staleness. Johan Spence drew his ion rifle and sniffed the air. “This smells like that time-share I bought in Boca. Remember that place?” “How could I forget,” Elyk Wyseman snapped. “You convinced me to go in on that deal. How much money did I lose again?” “Hey, that’s on you, pal. You should have known better than to listen to me.” “Quiet, you two,” Frank Ziegler ordered, peering into his giga-meter. “Let’s focus. According to these readings, there is a reservoir of slime nearby.” Spence stepped over a rotten coffee-table and peeked behind a huge covered sofa. “So you keep saying. But I don’t–” Just then they all heard a loud, echoing sound - like a thick liquid dripping. Ziegler’s giga-meter began to chirp. “That’s it!” he yelled, pointing. “It’s through there.” Together they ran to a crooked door-frame and shone the floodlights in. What they saw inside the room caused Spence to simultaneously gag in revulsion and raise his slime-blower’s nozzle. It wasn’t a pretty sight. The room had obviously once been a parlor or den. The ruins of a pool table lay collapsed to one side, and the skeletal remains of several dart-boards still clung stubbornly to the peeling walls. The center of the floor was marred by a huge hole, floorboards cracked and splintered in a nine-foot radius. One entire side of the house seemed to be tilted here, side and end tables had slid toward the gaping maw of the hole and lay in a jumbled heap, half in and half out. Covering just about everything in the room was a generous layer of glistening [psychomagnotheric slime](https://www.gbfans.com/wiki/equipment/psychomagnotheric-slime). And it was moving. TO BE CONTINUED ---
**Author:** ![Farah](https://forum.gbfans.com/letter_avatar_proxy/v4/letter/f/41988e/32.png) [@Farah](https://forum.gbfans.com/u/Farah)\ **Post date:** [August 25, 2014, 4:57am UTC](https://forum.gbfans.com/t/i-posted-a-fan-fic/35799/3 "2014-08-25T04:57:37Z")
It’s pretty good so far. Keep it up I would like to read more. ---
**Author:** ![Ivo\_Shandor](https://forum.gbfans.com/letter_avatar_proxy/v4/letter/i/4da419/32.png) [@Ivo\_Shandor](https://forum.gbfans.com/u/Ivo_Shandor)\ **Post date:** [August 28, 2014, 1:32am UTC](https://forum.gbfans.com/t/i-posted-a-fan-fic/35799/4 "2014-08-28T01:32:59Z")
> [@Farah](#): > > It’s pretty good so far. Keep it up I would like to read more. Thanks! Part 3 will be coming shortly. Kind of bogged down right now with RPG stuff… hopefully in the next week or so. ---
**Author:** ![Ivo\_Shandor](https://forum.gbfans.com/letter_avatar_proxy/v4/letter/i/4da419/32.png) [@Ivo\_Shandor](https://forum.gbfans.com/u/Ivo_Shandor)\ **Post date:** [November 8, 2014, 11:57am UTC](https://forum.gbfans.com/t/i-posted-a-fan-fic/35799/5 "2014-11-08T11:57:54Z")
or…now! 🙂 The Ghostbreakers - A Darkness At Gossedale Manor - PART 3 * * * “What’s our play here, Frank?” Spence asked. “We don’t have near enough positive slime to neutralize this mess.” Zeigler checked his meters, then shot a glance through the gloom to Wyseman. “It’s headed west,” he said. Elyk gave a few hand signals, and the Ghostbreakers moved to the north, south, and east sides of the slime pool. Spence kicked aside a ruined coffee table, grimacing as his boot came down in a thick puddle of slime. The material felt almost alive, shuddering under his foot and moving to the side like some gelatinous alien life form. “Look!” Frank Zeigler boomed, pointing to the decrepit west wall of the mansion’s basement. Spence noticed a break in the floorboards, maybe a square foot in size. The slime was seeping through this gap, slowly pushing its thick, bubbling substance through the wall. “That’s the noise we heard,” Wyseman shouted. “The level in the pool is decreasing rapidly. Looks like it’ll be empty in a few minutes.” “Great,” Spence yelled. “Once this stuff is out of the house, our job is done, right? We can seal the hole then head home!” “I think that would be extraordinarily bad,” Zeigler shouted back. “We have to determine where it’s going.” “One way to find out.” “Wyseman, no!” Zeigler warned, but it was too late. The darkness of the manor cellar was instantly dispelled by the harsh yellow-white brilliance of a high-energy proton stream as Elyk Wyseman opened up with his [particle thrower](https://www.gbfans.com/wiki/equipment/particle-thrower). The other two Ghostbreakers shielded their eyes as the beam first hit the pool of moving slime, skittering across its surface without effect. Then Wyseman adjusted his aim and his stream struck the wall where the gap was allowing the slime to escape the house. The effect was immediate and spectacular. With a booming roar, the wall exploded in a shower of wooden and plaster fragments. A foul-smelling smoke cloud drifted through the basement, causing the three men to gag and stumble backwards. “Ecto-goggles, now!” Zeigler ordered, and they struggled to don the eyewear while coughing to clear their airways. “At least we finally had a successful test of that hybrid proton pack/slime blower you two designed. Good job, Wyseman.” Once they had sight again, they saw a four-foot whole had been blasted through the basement wall. The slime was pouring through in a massive torrent now, flowing like warm molasses out of the house. Spence hurried to follow Zeigler as he ran to the gap and peered out, shining his floodlights into the darkened tunnel which they had exposed. Spence saw a level passage, apparently dug out of the dirt and bedrock, that soon plunged into a black abyss. The psychomagnotheric flow was cascading down into those depths like some disgusting, nightmarish waterfall. “Great,” Spence said. “Uh, guys?” came Wyseman’s voice from behind them. “I think you might want to see this.” They turned back, as the last of the slime stream ran around their boots and slipped through the ruined wall and down into the darkness. “What is it, Elyk?” Zeigler asked. Wyseman pointed with his flashlight. The huge depression in the basement floor that had once housed the pool of mood slime was now empty. At the deepest point at its center lay a human skeleton. “Hello,” Spence said. * * * TO BE CONTINUED ---
**Author:** ![Ivo\_Shandor](https://forum.gbfans.com/letter_avatar_proxy/v4/letter/i/4da419/32.png) [@Ivo\_Shandor](https://forum.gbfans.com/u/Ivo_Shandor)\ **Post date:** [November 8, 2014, 2:28pm UTC](https://forum.gbfans.com/t/i-posted-a-fan-fic/35799/6 "2014-11-08T14:28:03Z")
By the way, in case anyone cares: The Ghostbreakers (Chicago) - First “official” franchise operation of the Ghostbusters. Fully licensed (except for the particle accelerators on their backs). Frank Zeigler - Nuclear technician, fired for his overt interest in the paranormal (some would say _obsession_ with the paranormal). Ph.Ds in particle physics and parapsychology. Johan Spence - Medical school dropout. Ph.D. in biology. Elyk Wyseman - Entrepreneur with 6 failed companies on his resume. Trained as an electrician, machinist, and computer programmer. Ph.Ds in psychology and mathematics. ---
**Author:** ![Farah](https://forum.gbfans.com/letter_avatar_proxy/v4/letter/f/41988e/32.png) [@Farah](https://forum.gbfans.com/u/Farah)\ **Post date:** [November 17, 2014, 5:32am UTC](https://forum.gbfans.com/t/i-posted-a-fan-fic/35799/7 "2014-11-17T05:32:35Z")
great job so far. I can’t wait to read more. ---
**Author:** ![Ivo\_Shandor](https://forum.gbfans.com/letter_avatar_proxy/v4/letter/i/4da419/32.png) [@Ivo\_Shandor](https://forum.gbfans.com/u/Ivo_Shandor)\ **Post date:** [November 19, 2014, 2:55am UTC](https://forum.gbfans.com/t/i-posted-a-fan-fic/35799/8 "2014-11-19T02:55:27Z")
> [@Farah](#): > > great job so far. I can’t wait to read more. Thanks, I appreciate that! ---
**Author:** ![Ivo\_Shandor](https://forum.gbfans.com/letter_avatar_proxy/v4/letter/i/4da419/32.png) [@Ivo\_Shandor](https://forum.gbfans.com/u/Ivo_Shandor)\ **Post date:** [December 21, 2014, 8:45pm UTC](https://forum.gbfans.com/t/i-posted-a-fan-fic/35799/9 "2014-12-21T20:45:10Z")
Here is the next installment of the story. Merry Christmas! * * * **The Ghostbreakers - A Darkness At Gossedale Manor - PART 4** The Ghostbreakers scrambled down the treacherous slope of the crater, cement fragments and pebbles raining down on them from above as they descended. Finally, the three men reached the human remains at the center of the depression. “It appears to be an adult,” Zeigler said, kneeling to examine the skeleton. “I don’t see any obvious broken bones…” offered Wyseman. “One side, gentlemen,” Spence ordered, squeezing himself between the other two. “Give me some room to do my thing.” “Oh, that’s right,” Wyseman said wryly. “You had those two semesters at U of C.” “Pritzker Hall, baby,” Spence affirmed. “I was eighteenth in my class, and don’t you forget it.” Zeigler rolled his eyes. “And why didn’t you finish the program, again?” “Family troubles, Frank,” Spence said. “Family troubles. Now, you gonna let me work, or what?” He began to examine the body, turning the bones over carefully and adjusting their position. He looked at the skull, then turned his attention to the vertebrae. Finally, he rubbed each long arm and leg bone, and checked the hands, feet, and ribs. While Spence pored over the skeleton, Wyseman and Zeigler kept a wary eye on the ruined wall where the slime had escaped. Not only were they watching for its return, they were also nervous that the weakened structure might give way completely, causing the whole wing of the Gossedale house to collapse on top of them. “Done,” Spence declared, after a few more tense moments. “Whadd’ya got, Johan?” “Subject is male, over 65 judging by the condition of those hips.” “Darren Gossedale, senior?” Wyseman offered. Spence ignored him. “There is no obvious cause of death, no trauma, although the body’s positioning suggests he was curled into a fetal position at the time of death.” “So?” “I’d say it looks like he drowned here.” “Drowned?” Zeigler asked. “In the pool of slime?” “That would be my guess, yes.” “Oh God,” Wyseman choked. “Can you imagine dying that way? Talk about a bad way to go!” “When?” Zeigler demanded. “It’s hard to say without some equipment…but judging by the residue build-up on the furniture and wall…” Zeigler glanced around the room quickly with an appraising eye. “Six months,” Spence and Zeigler said in unison. “You two scare me sometimes,” Wyseman said, shaking his head. “So,” Zeigler continued. “We have evidence that the owner of the house – and patriarch of the whole Gossedale family – drowned in a pool of psychomagnetheric slime about six months ago. Despite this fact, his heirs didn’t report him missing until a few weeks ago. They then hire us to break the ghosts in this place, obviously having no clue we’d find the man’s body down here during our work.” “What’s it all add up to, Frank?” “It adds up to trouble. Gentlemen, I think our night is over. I want to talk to the Gossedale heirs, first thing in the morning. I’ve got a few very important questions to ask them.” “What do we do about him?” Wyseman asked, indicating the skeleton. Zeigler flipped open his antiquated cell phone. “I’m calling the police.” “I’m afraid I can’t let you do that,” came a voice from behind them, causing the Ghostbreakers to whirl in surprise. They saw a man standing by the opposite wall, dressed in what appeared to be a black trench coat and hat. At his feet, something was shifting and moving, something the men couldn’t quite make out. Johan Spence pulled down his ecto-goggles just in time to see the shapes at the stranger’s feet coalesce into bubbling mounds of slime, complete with rapidly-forming tentacles and cavernous mouths. “Look out!” he yelled, raising his neutrona wand. “Destroy them,” The dark man said, and the slime-creatures surged forward, blazingly fast. * * * TO BE CONTINUED… ---
**Author:** ![Farah](https://forum.gbfans.com/letter_avatar_proxy/v4/letter/f/41988e/32.png) [@Farah](https://forum.gbfans.com/u/Farah)\ **Post date:** [December 29, 2014, 3:43am UTC](https://forum.gbfans.com/t/i-posted-a-fan-fic/35799/10 "2014-12-29T03:43:23Z")
Great Part so far. I’m looking forward to more parts. ---
**Author:** ![Ivo\_Shandor](https://forum.gbfans.com/letter_avatar_proxy/v4/letter/i/4da419/32.png) [@Ivo\_Shandor](https://forum.gbfans.com/u/Ivo_Shandor)\ **Post date:** [January 7, 2015, 1:51am UTC](https://forum.gbfans.com/t/i-posted-a-fan-fic/35799/11 "2015-01-07T01:51:36Z")
> [@Farah](#): > > Great Part so far. I’m looking forward to more parts. Thanks! At least one person is reading this. If it wasn’t for you, I’d have given up and slunk off in despair! (I’m serious) ---
**Author:** ![Ivo\_Shandor](https://forum.gbfans.com/letter_avatar_proxy/v4/letter/i/4da419/32.png) [@Ivo\_Shandor](https://forum.gbfans.com/u/Ivo_Shandor)\ **Post date:** [February 3, 2015, 4:47pm UTC](https://forum.gbfans.com/t/i-posted-a-fan-fic/35799/12 "2015-02-03T16:47:40Z")
Here is a clean copy of the whole story so far, for any new readers. * * * The Ghostbreakers: A Darkness at Gossedale Manor * * * Dr. Johan Spence moved through the gloom, slowly approaching the massive, winding staircase at the heard of Gossedale Manor. The air was thick with disturbed dust and hanging cobwebs, but his ecto-goggles allowed Spence a clear view of the hideous thing at the top of the stairs. The ghost resembled a bloated gray worm or leech, seven feet of oozing, wriggling ectoplasm. Its ugly head held two wicked mandibles, which clacked and clawed the air continuously. It knew it was being hunted now. As Spence drew his ion rifle and gave it the slight twist that activated the particle accelerator at the heart of his proton pack, he heard Elyk Wyseman 's footsteps just behind him. Dr. Wyseman was the comedian of the group, always willing to lighten up a dour situation with a joke or flip comment. On a case, however, he was (usually) deadly serious. Now he came alongside Spence and aimed his [slime blower](https://www.gbfans.com/wiki/equipment/slime-blower) at the worm creature. "Ugly mother, ain 't he? " he said with a grin. Before Spence could respond, the third member of the Ghostbreakers joined them, [PKE meter](https://www.gbfans.com/shop/mattel-pke-meter) in hand. Dr. Frank Zeigler, a top-rate engineer and technician, had built most of their equipment. Once the head of a nuclear research facility, Zeigler had been let go when his interest in the paranormal grew from a hobby into a full-fledged obsession. "Wyseman, your grammar is as atrocious as ever. " Above them, on the landing, the worm creature raised its head, opened its carnivorous maw - packed with needle-like teeth - and roared. The bloodcurdling sound echoed through Chicago 's most famous haunted house, reminding Spence that this was no ordinary case. They were being paid $400,000 to rid Gossedale Manor of all its supernatural squatters, but only if they completed the job in one night. With four [ghost traps](https://www.gbfans.com/wiki/equipment/ghost-trap) full already (half their supply), and with the clock approaching 3:00 AM, things were beginning to look grim. "This one 's a class 6 repeater, " Zeigler continued. "And the giga-meter readings I took a few minutes ago show-- " Abruptly, with blinding speed, the worm-ghost spat thick ropes of ectoplasm at the Ghostbreakers. Spence and Zeigler managed to avoid the snares, but Wyseman was hit and pinned to the floor by the sticky material. The monster roared again and charged down the stairs. "Look out! " Spence boomed, aiming and firing in one fluid motion. High energy protons generated by the accelerator on his back screamed from the tip of his ion rifle, a multicolored orange and blue maelstrom that singed through the air and struck the ghost near its tail end. The proton stream reacted with the thing’s ectoplasmic body, stopping its forward momentum and beginning to encircle it in a prison of nuclear particles. Before it could be completely contained, however, the worm twisted, and the last two feet of its repulsive tail detached and lay, quivering, on the staircase. Free once more, it lunged toward Spence, perhaps meaning to neatly snip his head from his body with its razor-sharp, insectoid mouthparts. Spence dove to the side, desperately trying to get beyond the thing 's bite range. Wyseman, firing from his back, hit the creature full-on with a barrage of positively-charged mood slime from his slime blower, giving his friend the time he needed to get clear. The ghost shrank back from the touch of the slime stream, which would weaken it and make it more susceptible to attack. Zeigler put away his PKE meter and drew his ion rifle. A quick glance at Spence, and together they threw furious gold fire in unison. Wyseman saw the creature completely engulfed this time, snaking and twisting in a futile effort to escape the beams. Together Zeigler and Spence slowly dragged the ghost off the stairs and into the air. It hovered, trapped, four feet below the ceiling. Freeing himself from the entangling slime using his ecto-prod, Wyseman unslung an empty trap from his belt. In a practiced movement, he swung the device using its cord and slid it across the floor under the suspended worm. "I 'm opening the trap…now! " he yelled. As he stepped on the footpad that activated the trap, Spence took his finger off the fire-button of his [particle thrower](https://www.gbfans.com/wiki/equipment/particle-thrower). Zeigler also cut his stream, both men averting their eyes from the trap. It had opened, and brilliant white light blossomed out from within. A complex matrix of particles resembling a moving magnetic bottle surrounded the class 6 entity, bonding to its ectoplasm in an unshakeable embrace. After three seconds had passed, the particles from the trap returned to their original places in the matrix, dragging the screaming worm along with them. As it was compacted and sucked into the trap, the ghost gave one last howl of agony and fear, then disappeared as the trap closed. Tendrils of smoke drifted upward from it, and a single LED flashed red, indicating occupancy. "Got the slippery ■■■■■■■! " Wyseman yelled in triumph. "Teach him to slime me! " Spence sighed in relief. He slipped his ecto-goggles to the top of his head and powered down his ion rifle. Zeigler cleared his throat as Wyseman picked up the smoking trap. "As I was saying, the giga-meter readings I took earlier have confirmed my suspicions. It appears there is a reservoir of slime beneath this house. " Wyseman sneered. "Hey, we break ghosts. We don 't do septic tanks. " "This is serious, Wyseman. It 's the reason this house has so many entities inhabiting it. We have to go down there. " Spence clapped Wyseman on the back. "Just think of the money, Elyk. That much green will definitely cover your dry-cleaning bill. " Wyseman looked down at the slime stains on his gray jumpsuit with distaste. "Fine, Frank. But if you two need someone to take a swim in that stuff, count me out. " Zeigler ignored him and took out his giga-meter. The swinging arms moved upwards and the indicator lights blinked rapidly. "Let 's head for the basement. " Johan Spence followed his colleagues, tensed and ready for anything. * * * The basement of Gossedale Manor was damp, chilly, and filled with a pitch-black darkness. For some reason (possibly related to the damage they had caused upstairs) the electricity didn’t work, and a cold fog had begun to infiltrate the entire house from the moor outside. The Ghostbreakers switched on the powerful floodlights attached to the top of their [proton packs](https://www.gbfans.com/wiki/equipment/proton-pack), and the murk was dispelled, at least to some extent. They saw cobwebs, mouse-droppings, linen-covered furniture, and moldy walls, crumbling in places. The basement also stank of mildew and staleness. Johan Spence drew his ion rifle and sniffed the air. “This smells like that time-share I bought in Boca. Remember that place?” “How could I forget,” Elyk Wyseman snapped. “You convinced me to go in on that deal. How much money did I lose again?” “Hey, that’s on you, pal. You should have known better than to listen to me.” “Quiet, you two,” Frank Ziegler ordered, peering into his giga-meter. “Let’s focus. According to these readings, there is a reservoir of slime nearby.” Spence stepped over a rotten coffee-table and peeked behind a huge covered sofa. “So you keep saying. But I don’t–” Just then they all heard a loud, echoing sound - like a thick liquid dripping. Ziegler’s giga-meter began to chirp. “That’s it!” he yelled, pointing. “It’s through there.” Together they ran to a crooked door-frame and shone the floodlights in. What they saw inside the room caused Spence to simultaneously gag in revulsion and raise his slime-blower’s nozzle. It wasn’t a pretty sight. The room had obviously once been a parlor or den. The ruins of a pool table lay collapsed to one side, and the skeletal remains of several dart-boards still clung stubbornly to the peeling walls. The center of the floor was marred by a huge hole, floorboards cracked and splintered in a nine-foot radius. One entire side of the house seemed to be tilted here, side and end tables had slid toward the gaping maw of the hole and lay in a jumbled heap, half in and half out. Covering just about everything in the room was a generous layer of glistening psychomagnetheric slime. And it was moving. “What’s our play here, Frank?” Spence asked. “Our blowers don’t have near enough slime to neutralize this mess.” Zeigler checked his meters, then shot a glance through the gloom to Wyseman. “It’s headed west,” he said. Elyk gave a few hand signals, and the Ghostbreakers moved to the north, south, and east sides of the slime pool. Spence kicked aside a ruined coffee table, grimacing as his boot came down in a thick puddle of slime. The material felt almost alive, shuddering under his foot and moving to the side like some gelatinous alien life form. “Look!” Frank Zeigler boomed, pointing to the decrepit west wall of the mansion’s basement. Spence noticed a break in the floorboards, maybe a square foot in size. The slime was seeping through this gap, slowly pushing its thick, bubbling substance through the wall. “That’s the noise we heard,” Wyseman shouted. “The level in the pool is decreasing rapidly. Looks like it’ll be empty in a few minutes.” “Great,” Spence yelled. “Once this stuff is out of the house, our job is done, right? We can seal the hole then head home!” “I think that would be extraordinarily bad,” Zeigler shouted back. “We have to determine where it’s going.” “One way to find out.” “Wyseman, no!” Zeigler warned, but it was too late. The darkness of the manor cellar was instantly dispelled by the harsh yellow-white brilliance of a high-energy proton stream as Elyk Wyseman opened up with his particle thrower. The other two Ghostbreakers shielded their eyes as the beam first hit the pool of moving slime, skittering across its surface without effect. Then Wyseman adjusted his aim and his stream struck the wall where the gap was allowing the slime to escape the house. The effect was immediate and spectacular. With a booming roar, the wall exploded in a shower of wooden and plaster fragments. A foul-smelling smoke cloud drifted through the basement, causing the three men to gag and stumble backwards. “Ecto-goggles, now!” Zeigler ordered, and they struggled to don the eyewear while coughing to clear their airways. “At least we finally had a successful test of that hybrid proton pack/slime blower you two designed. Good job, Wyseman.” Once they had sight again, they saw a four-foot hole had been blasted through the basement wall. The slime was pouring through in a massive torrent now, flowing like warm molasses out of the house. Spence hurried to follow Zeigler as he ran to the gap and peered out, shining his floodlights into the darkened tunnel which they had exposed. Spence saw a level passage, apparently dug out of the dirt and bedrock, that soon plunged into a black abyss. The psychomagnetheric flow was cascading down into those depths like some disgusting, nightmarish waterfall. “Great,” Spence said. “Uh, guys?” came Wyseman’s voice from behind them. “I think you might want to see this.” They turned back, as the last of the slime stream ran around their boots and slipped through the ruined wall and down into the darkness. “What is it, Elyk?” Zeigler asked. Wyseman pointed with his flashlight. The huge depression in the basement floor that had once housed the pool of mood slime was now empty. At the deepest point at its center lay a human skeleton. “Hello,” Spence said. The Ghostbreakers scrambled down the treacherous slope of the crater, cement fragments and pebbles raining down on them from above as they descended. Finally, the three men reached the human remains at the center of the depression. “It appears to be an adult,” Zeigler said, kneeling to examine the skeleton. “I don’t see any obvious broken bones…” offered Wyseman. “One side, gentlemen,” Spence ordered, squeezing himself between the other two. “Give me some room to do my thing.” “Oh, that’s right,” Wyseman said wryly. “You had those two semesters at U of C.” “Pritzker Hall, baby,” Spence affirmed. “I was eighteenth in my class, and don’t you forget it.” Zeigler rolled his eyes. “And why didn’t you finish the program, again?” “Family troubles, Frank,” Spence said. “Family troubles. Now, you gonna let me work, or what?” He began to examine the body, turning the bones over carefully and adjusting their position. He looked at the skull, then turned his attention to the vertebrae. Finally, he rubbed each long arm and leg bone, and checked the hands, feet, and ribs. While Spence pored over the skeleton, Wyseman and Zeigler kept a wary eye on the ruined wall where the slime had escaped. Not only were they watching for its return, they were also nervous that the weakened structure might give way completely, causing the whole wing of the Gossedale house to collapse on top of them. “Done,” Spence declared, after a few more tense moments. “Whadd’ya got, Johan?” “Subject is male, over 65 judging by the condition of those hips.” “Darren Gossedale, senior?” Wyseman offered. Spence ignored him. “There is no obvious cause of death, no trauma, although the body’s positioning suggests he was curled into a fetal position at the time of death.” “So?” “I’d say it looks like he drowned here.” “Drowned?” Zeigler asked. “In the pool of slime?” “That would be my guess, yes.” “Oh God,” Wyseman choked. “Can you imagine dying that way? Talk about a bad way to go!” “When?” Zeigler demanded. “It’s hard to say without some equipment…but judging by the residue build-up on the furniture and wall…” Zeigler glanced around the room quickly with an appraising eye. “Six months,” Spence and Zeigler said in unison. “You two scare me sometimes,” Wyseman said, shaking his head. “So,” Zeigler continued. “We have evidence that the owner of the house – and patriarch of the whole Gossedale family – drowned in a pool of psychomagnetheric slime about six months ago. Despite this fact, his heirs didn’t report him missing until a few weeks ago. They then hire us to break the ghosts in this place, obviously having no clue we’d find the man’s body down here during our work.” “What’s it all add up to, Frank?” “It adds up to trouble. Gentlemen, I think our night is over. I want to talk to the Gossedale heirs, first thing in the morning. I’ve got a few very important questions to ask them.” “What do we do about him?” Wyseman asked, indicating the skeleton. Zeigler flipped open his antiquated cell phone. “I’m calling the police.” “I’m afraid I can’t let you do that,” came a voice from behind them, causing the Ghostbreakers to whirl in surprise. They saw a man standing by the opposite wall, dressed in what appeared to be a black trench coat and hat. At his feet, something was shifting and moving, something the men couldn’t quite make out. Johan Spence pulled down his ecto-goggles just in time to see the shapes at the stranger’s feet coalesce into bubbling mounds of slime, complete with rapidly-forming tentacles and cavernous mouths. “Look out!” he yelled, raising his neutrona wand. “Destroy them,” The dark man said, and the slime-creatures surged forward, blazingly fast. ---
**Author:** ![systemcat](https://forum.gbfans.com/user_avatar/forum.gbfans.com/systemcat/32/6591_2.png) [@systemcat](https://forum.gbfans.com/u/systemcat)\ **Post date:** [February 4, 2015, 2:59am UTC](https://forum.gbfans.com/t/i-posted-a-fan-fic/35799/13 "2015-02-04T02:59:41Z")
My review, although do note this is only over the post that compiled the story together. There’s a feel there’s much more to the story and I think it would be a shame if it stopped where it has. Well written, and given the descriptions …I shouldn’t have been dealing with queasiness from a bad lunch while the computer read it to me. I encourage you continue writing this 🙂 :crunch: . ---
**Author:** ![Ivo\_Shandor](https://forum.gbfans.com/letter_avatar_proxy/v4/letter/i/4da419/32.png) [@Ivo\_Shandor](https://forum.gbfans.com/u/Ivo_Shandor)\ **Post date:** [February 5, 2015, 12:45am UTC](https://forum.gbfans.com/t/i-posted-a-fan-fic/35799/14 "2015-02-05T00:45:57Z")
> [@systemcat](#): > > My review, although do note this is only over the post that compiled the story together. > > There’s a feel there’s much more to the story and I think it would be a shame if it stopped where it has. Well written, and given the descriptions …I shouldn’t have been dealing with queasiness from a bad lunch while the computer read it to me. > > I encourage you continue writing this 🙂 :crunch: . Thank you! ---
**Author:** ![Farah](https://forum.gbfans.com/letter_avatar_proxy/v4/letter/f/41988e/32.png) [@Farah](https://forum.gbfans.com/u/Farah)\ **Post date:** [February 6, 2015, 5:20am UTC](https://forum.gbfans.com/t/i-posted-a-fan-fic/35799/15 "2015-02-06T05:20:51Z")
😊:whatever: :eduardo: Great job. You put alot of hard work into this story. ---
**Author:** ![Ivo\_Shandor](https://forum.gbfans.com/letter_avatar_proxy/v4/letter/i/4da419/32.png) [@Ivo\_Shandor](https://forum.gbfans.com/u/Ivo_Shandor)\ **Post date:** [August 17, 2015, 11:42pm UTC](https://forum.gbfans.com/t/i-posted-a-fan-fic/35799/16 "2015-08-17T23:42:44Z")
Here is the second-last installment of the story. * * * **The Ghostbreakers - A Darkness At Gossedale Manor - PART 5** Frank Zeigler knew that psychomagnetheric slime flows could form shapes that mimicked living things. Everyone knew about the tentacles of slime [Ray Stantz](https://www.gbfans.com/wiki/characters/ray-stantz) had encountered while dangling under the pavement of [New York city](https://www.gbfans.com/wiki/new-york-city) in the old Pneumatic tunnels. The thing in Dana Barrett’s bathtub had been even more fully formed, with a rudimentary mouth. The black creatures charging toward him were different, however. Not only did they have appendages, but their limbs were fully articulated and the creatures ran like great, dark wolves. Fangs glinted in their mouths, and Zeigler had no doubt they were sharp. Spence opened up with his [proton pack](https://www.gbfans.com/wiki/equipment/proton-pack) while Zeigler dove desperately to the side. One of the black monsters flew by him, it’s jaws snapping inches from his face. It twisted in mid-air like a cat, and Frank knew it would be back in moments. The other entity was struck by Spence and Wyseman firing in unison, an explosion of yellow-blue fire that stopped the creature’s forward momentum and threw it back, squealing in pain or frustration. “It’s no good, Elyk,” Spence warned as the thing leapt back to its feet. “We’ll never get a containment field on these things.” “The negative polarity variance is too high!” Wiseman yelled, trying his best to keep a beam on the slippery slime-monster. “Any ideas?” A bolt of inspiration suddenly struck Frank Zeigler. “Hose the man in black!” “I’ve waited my whole life to hear someone say that,” Wyseman said, turning and triggering the slime-blower portion of his hybrid weapon in one smooth motion. “Cover me!” The whine of the blower’s motor scaled up and Wyseman threw a thick rope of positively-charged psychomagnetheric ectoplasm at the dark figure. Zeigler and Spence fired screeching protons at the two malevolent beasts, driving them back and making sure they couldn’t come to their master’s aid. The shadowy form turned to run, but it was too late. Coated by a layer of mood slime, he collapsed, shouting and twisting in a futile effort to avoid the stream. Suddenly, the two etheric monsters paused. Their head-like appendages turned, and their gaze shifted to their fallen commander. Without warning, they pounced simultaneously. “No!” the man yelled, but it was too late. Each creature closed a toothy maw on one of his arms, and he was lifted between them as if he were as weighless as a child. In unison the beasts leapt, and he was borne off toward the pit in the bedrock they had watched the flow of slime drain into earlier. The Ghostbreakers ran to the rim of the depression, arriving just in time to see the man in black dragged down into the dark hole in Gossedale Estate’s grounds. As his last horrible scream of terror dissolved, a rumble began to build. The three men exchanged a nervous glance as the sides of the tunnel started to shake and shift. “Get back!” Spence yelled as the Ghostbreakers scrambled backward. For a few moments, the earthquake continued. Then a great plume of dust blew upwards, blotting out the star-filled sky. After that, silence. The damage, however, had already been done. Behind them came the sound of tortured timbers finally cracking. Gossedale manor was collapsing. * * * TO BE CONTINUED… ---
**Author:** ![Farah](https://forum.gbfans.com/letter_avatar_proxy/v4/letter/f/41988e/32.png) [@Farah](https://forum.gbfans.com/u/Farah)\ **Post date:** [September 1, 2015, 6:04am UTC](https://forum.gbfans.com/t/i-posted-a-fan-fic/35799/17 "2015-09-01T06:04:26Z")
Great job! I enjoyed reading this part so far. I can’t wait for the last part. ---
**Author:** ![roopjm](https://forum.gbfans.com/user_avatar/forum.gbfans.com/roopjm/32/4014_2.png) [@roopjm](https://forum.gbfans.com/u/roopjm)\ **Post date:** [September 3, 2015, 5:34pm UTC](https://forum.gbfans.com/t/i-posted-a-fan-fic/35799/18 "2015-09-03T17:34:54Z")
Fantastic! MORE MORE MORE!! please ---
**Author:** ![Ivo\_Shandor](https://forum.gbfans.com/letter_avatar_proxy/v4/letter/i/4da419/32.png) [@Ivo\_Shandor](https://forum.gbfans.com/u/Ivo_Shandor)\ **Post date:** [September 25, 2015, 8:31pm UTC](https://forum.gbfans.com/t/i-posted-a-fan-fic/35799/19 "2015-09-25T20:31:21Z")
> [@Farah](#): > > Great job! I enjoyed reading this part so far. I can’t wait for the last part. > [@roopjm](#): > > Fantastic! MORE MORE MORE!! please Thanks, guys! I will write the conclusion as soon as I can find some spare time! ---
**Author:** ![Farah](https://forum.gbfans.com/letter_avatar_proxy/v4/letter/f/41988e/32.png) [@Farah](https://forum.gbfans.com/u/Farah)\ **Post date:** [December 4, 2015, 6:36am UTC](https://forum.gbfans.com/t/i-posted-a-fan-fic/35799/20 "2015-12-04T06:36:39Z")
You’re welcome. I’m looking forward to the ending. [Next page](https://forum.gbfans.com/t/i-posted-a-fan-fic/35799.md?page=2)