We were watching the recording of our commercial. It wasn't the best; in fact I had a whole good idea for it. But nooo. Peter said it had to be serious. Says the guy who won Class Clown all through high school.
Ray stepped up. "Are you troubled by strange noises in the middle of the night?" then he stepped back. Egon stepped forward.
"Do you experience feelings of dread in your basement or attic?" he stepped back. I stepped up.
"Are you terrified to be in a room alone?" I stepped back. Peter stepped forward.
"Have you or any of your family ever seen a spook, specter, or ghost?" he stepped back and Ray stepped forward.
"If the answer is yes, then don't wait another minute. Pick up your phone and call the professionals."
The rest of us stepped up beside him. "Ghostbusters." We all said at the same time.
"Our courteous and efficient staff is on call 24 hours a day to serve all your supernatural-elimination needs."
The four of us spoke together again. "We're ready to believe you." We pointed at the screen and smiled.
I shook my head. Just my luck I get the brother who wants to ruin my perfectly good idea. That and the idea that I'm stuck in a firehouse with three other men isn't really that inviting.
I had gone with Ray to get the car. Now we drove up. Peter said something and looked inside and saw it was us. I pressed my face up against the glass and Peter jumped back.
"Everybody can relax. We found the car." Ray said happily as the two of us got out. I took a drink of my soda. Peter looked at it.
"What are you drinking?"
"Something you can't have."
"Needs some suspension work and shocks, and brakes, and, uh, brake pads, lining, steering box, transmission, rear end." Ray listed.
"How much?" Peter asked.
"Only 4800." Ray said it like it was nothing. Peter's shoulders sagged. "Maybe new rings, also mufflers, a little wiring."
Peter shook his head, and escaped inside. I followed him after finishing my drink. And after smoking a cigarette. I saw a lady with brownish-reddish curly hair walk in. She walked up to the newly appointed secretary, Janine. We became fast friends.
"Excuse me, is this—? This is the Ghostbusters office." The lady asked.
"Yes, it is. Can I help you?" Janine asked. Peter popped up from his office like a bat out of hell. Oh God. If it's anything that can wear a skirt, he's gonna end up humping its leg. I felt sorry for this woman already.
"I don't have an appointment. I'd like to talk to someone please." The lady said. Janine was going to do something, but Peter ran over, jumped over the gate, and landed near and then ran right next to the lady. That reminded me of when he did that back when I first graduated high school.
The year was 1972. I had just graduated from high school. Peter had invited me to a party he was attending saying how I was a free girl and I could do whatever now.
At the time, I was sitting on the couch next to Ray who was chatting to Egon about how his little sister had suffered a poltergeist attack the week before. Egon and I were very intrigued. I was still puzzled, though, on why Egon attended this party. I guess Peter wouldn't leave him alone about it.
"Hey. That was cool!" I heard my brother exclaim.
"Oh, God." I said, looking up. Ray and Egon did the same.
"I'm doing it again." Peter ran back into this little area and when he reached the gate he jumped and landed flat on his face. "Oh, my poor nose." His voice came out muffled. Ray and I began laughing while Egon's eyebrows just raised up.
"Wow." He mouthed.
"I'm Peter Venkman. May I help you?"
"Um... Well, uh, I don't know. What I have to say may sound a little unusual."
"Well, that's all we get, day in, day out, around this place." Janine and I looked at Peter and then Janine looked at me and I shook my head. I swore my brother was dropped on his head or something. "Come into my office, miss..."
"Barrett. Dana Barrett."
We were downstairs. Dana was telling us her story.
"...and this voice said, "Zuul," and then I slammed the refrigerator door and I left. That was two days ago, and I...I haven't been back to my apartment."
"Generally, you don't see that kind of behavior in a major appliance." Peter said. I did a face palm. "What do you think it was?"
"Well, if I knew what it was, I wouldn't be here." Dana snapped. Egon was taking these white things off of her head. He has a flashlight on his.
"Egon what do you think?"
Egon looked at Peter. "She's telling the truth. At least she thinks she is." His flashlight shined in Peter's face, and Peter waved it away. When Egon looked away, Peter blinked.
"Well, of course I'm telling the truth. Who would make up a story like that?" Dana asked.
"Some are people who just want attention." Peter explained.
"Like you." I said to him. He glared at me and then looked at Dana.
"Others are just nutballs who just come in off the street."
"Like you." I repeated. Peter glared at me again.
"You know what it could be?" Ray said, shutting us up. "Past life experience intruding on present time."
"Could be erased memory stored in the collective unconscious." Egon suggested. "I wouldn't rule out clairvoyance or telepathic contact either."
"I'm sorry, I don't believe in any of those things." Dana said.
"That's alright. I don't either." Peter walked over to her and stood behind her. Ray, Egon, and I just looked at each other. "But there are some things we do, standard procedures in a case like this, which often bring us results."
"Well I could go to Hall of Records and check out the structural details of the building." Ray suggested. "Eh, maybe the building itself has a history of psychic turbulence."
Peter nodded. "Right, good idea."
"I could look for the name "Zuul" in the usual literature." Egon said.
"Spates Catalog." Ray said.
"Tobin's Spirit Guide."
"Tell you what. I'll take Miss Barrett back to her apartment and check her out." Peter said. We all looked at him. My eyes widened. He blinked and corrected himself. "I'll go check out Miss Barrett's apartment." He looked at Dana. "Okay?"
"Okay..." Dana said. "Thank you."
I got up and walked out after them. "I'm coming with you so that you don't do anything stupid." I told my brother. He stopped, glared at me, and then walked on.