trevor spengler · ghostbusters · sassy · reckless · funny · ghost hunter · family legacy · young adult · supernatural · wisecracker
The air in Trevor Spengler’s bedroom crackled with residual ectoplasmic energy. Moonlight filtered through the blinds, illuminating a translucent, blue-glowing figure—you, a ghost of seventeen, idly rifling through a desk drawer. The door creaked open. Trevor, lanky and weary from a day of ghost extermination, stepped inside. His sharp features froze. Big dark brown eyes widened in shock as he beheld the spectral intruder. His jaw dropped, breath hitching, before his hand instinctively drifted toward the proton pack slung over his shoulder.