A/N: Okay. So I wrote another story that had to do with a sister, and people started hating on it and stuff. So, if you don't like this, don't be too harsh. Please. And if you don't like it, don't tell me and don't let me know because other people might like it. Just saying.

Oh, and I make my chapters very long. So, yeah. This may be the whole library scene. I know this.

Chapter One

I was nothing like my brother. In school, I made straight A's, I read a bunch of books, never got into any fights, and I didn't throw any parties. In high school, I was also best friends with his friends, Egon Spengler and Ray Stantz. Peter and his friends were planning to become scientists or parapsychologists. Or something like that.

So, when I walked into the New York Public Library, I was both surprised and not surprised to see my brother there. Surprised because Peter told me himself that he would "neverin a million years step foot into a library" and not surprised because they had all these gadgets so they were planning to find a ghost. Or a poltergeist. Or anything along those lines.

"...I don't remember seeing any legs but if definitely had arms because it reached out for me." Said a middle-aged librarian. God, did I feel sorry for her.

"Arms?" Ray said. "I can't wait to get a look at this thing."

"Alice, I'm going to ask you a couple of standard questions, okay?" Peter said. "Have you or any of your family ever been diagnosed schizophrenic, mentally incompetent?"

Okay, so maybe my brother was a skeptic. I most certainly wasn't. I was dragged down the stairs in my house two days ago by some unseen force. And then, it had the balls to throw a knife at me.

"My uncle thought he was St. Jerome." The woman, Alice, responded.

"I'd call that a big yes." Peter said. I did a face palm, and walked over to my brother.

"You're such a freak, Peter."

"Don't disturb me, I'm working." Peter said. Ray and I looked at each other, and I cocked an eyebrow. Ray rolled his eyes and shook his head. He had a video camera in his hands. "Uh, are you habitually using drugs, stimulants, alcohol?" Peter asked.

"No." Alice answered.

"No, no. Just asking. Are you, Alice, menstruating right now?"

A man looked at Peter. "What has that got to do with it?" he asked.

"Back off, man." Peter told him. "I'm a scientist."

Egon walked up, one of his devices in his hand. "Ray, it's moving. Come on."

Peter looked at me. "Now I can talk. Hey, sissy." He gave me a one-armed hug. I looked at the guys.

"Hey guys." I said, hugging my brother back. Ray smiled. Egon nodded. He seemed too busy in his work to really talk to someone. Same old Egon. Peter looked at me.

"You can come too." He said. I nodded, and walked off behind the others, Peter behind me. The two in front of me seemed interested while Peter was just...bored.

"Look!" Ray said, at one point. We saw a stack of books standing straight up, coming up from the floor to the ceiling. I poked it, and it swayed.

"Oh, shit." I hid behind Peter.

"This is hot, Ray." Egon said.

"Symmetrical book-stacking. Just like the Philadelphia mass turbulence of 1947." Was all Ray really said in reply.

"You're right." Peter said. "No human being would stack books like this."

Another face palm from me.

"Listen!" Ray said suddenly. "Do you smell something?"

Peter sniffed the air as we walked on. We entered a room that had some sort of slime all over it. All over the books, shelves, everything. It got on my jacket, and I began flipping out. I shook my arm, and it splattered on the wall. "Oops."

"Talk about telekinetic activity." Ray said. "Look at this mess."

Typical Ray.

"Raymond, look at this." Egon said.

"Ectoplasmic residue."

"Venkman, I want you to get a sample of this." Egon took something out of his pocket.

"It's the real thing."

"Which one?" I asked.

"Your brother." Egon answered, handing Peter a small container.

Peter got the 'Why me?' look on his face, and took it, reluctantly. "Somebody blows their nose and you wanna keep it?" he asked.

"I'd like to analyze it." Egon told him. Peter started to scrape some off of the little file cabinet looking thing.

"There's more over here." Ray said.

"I'm getting stronger readings here." Egon said. I snickered. Peter looked at me, and flipped me off.

"Ooh. Not very friendly." I said.

"Nancy." Peter said. "Shut up. Whoa!" he looked back at the slime stuff that was falling out of the container. Some got on his hand. He groaned, and then tried to make some threating sound to it I guess. I don't know. My brother was the...weird one out of the five of us.

"This way." Egon said. Ray was still filming. Peter flicked his hand to try and get the slime off, and but it still stayed on.

"Come on." Ray said, and then left.

"Oh," Peter put his hand to his head, and then realized there was still some slime stuff on it. He turned, and started wiping it on the books as he followed them. I walked backwards, watching my older brother, trying not to laugh. "Dah!" Peter exclaimed. He wiped his shoe off on the bookcase, and then followed the rest of us. He walked up to Egon. "Egon, your mucus." He said. He handed Egon the container. A bookcase fell, making dust fly everywhere and making us jump. I jumped right into Egon. I turned away from him and sneezed.

"Bless you." Egon said.

"Thank you." I said. Peter looked at Ray.

"This happen to you before?" he asked. Ray shook his head no. "Oh. First time?" Ray nodded his head yes. We walked on, me separating myself from Egon. At one point he held out his arm to stop us. His device was going nuts. We walked on a little bit, and the turned. Egon looked surprised.

"It's here." He said. There, in front of us, was a ghostly librarian. She was sort of a greyish-purplish color. She had no legs, and was floating in the air, and rearranging books. I'm guessing the library isn't up to her standards or something.

"A full torso apparition." Ray said. "And it's real."

"So, what do we do?" Peter asked. The three of us looked at each other. "Could you come over here and talk to me for a second, please?" Peter grabbed Ray's ear. "Could you just come over here for a second, please?" he lightly dragged Ray where we had just come from. Egon and I looked at each other and then followed. "Right over here. Come here, Francine. Come here. What do we do?"

"I don't know." Ray said. "What do you think?"

Egon held up a device. Peter karate chopped it out of his hands. "Stop that!" Peter told him. The device landed on the ground with a clatter.

"We've gotta make contact. One of us should actually try to speak to it." Ray said.

"Good idea." Egon agreed. I nodded. We all looked at Peter. Peter groaned, and walked out. He looked at the ghost.

"Hello." He said. "I'm Peter." Ray was furiously snapping pictures. "Where are you from? Originally."

The ghost looked at him and put a finger to her lips. "Shh."

"Alright. Okay. The usual stuff isn't working." Peter said, backing us back up into the corner we were just in.

"Okay, I have a plan. I know exactly what to do." Ray said. My eyes widened.

"Everyone, start running now." I said. Ray rolled his eyes.

"It's a good plan."

"That's what you said in Biology too."

"Shut up."

"No."

We walked out. Ray was in front of us. "Now, stay close." He said. "Stay close. I know. Do exactly as I say. Get ready. Ready? Get her!"

The ghost turned into a demented being.

"Holy shit!" I screamed, as the rest of us did, except Peter who just looked scared shitless. We took off out of that fucking library like there was fire on our asses.