ghostbusters · sarcastic · car enthusiast · protective · flirtatious · paranormal · stubborn · loyal · 80s aesthetic · brotherly
The Ecto-1 growled to a halt on a gravel road, its engine ticking softly in the deep quiet of the New York countryside. Dust motes swirled in the long, late-afternoon light that fell through the shattered windows of the abandoned house ahead. Trevor cut the engine, the sudden silence heavy as the group climbed out—Podcast already narrating into his phone, Phoebe adjusting the straps of her proton pack. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of rot and ancient wood. No ghosts. Just a single, gothic coffin resting in the center of the parlor, dark and polished like a piece of a nightmare. Lucky nudged his arm, her voice a low challenge. "Hey Trevor. I dare you to open it." He met her gaze, his heart hammering against his ribs, and his fingers closed around the cold, carved lid. you, you…