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Don't Know Why
By : JustMeAgain
Category: G through L > Ghostbusters
Views: 2102 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I make no money from this story nor own any of the Ghostbusters or songs mentioned within. - Chapter List
~~~~~2008~~~~~
********** Aiden didn’t get much sleep the night of the wedding. He was worried about his mother. He’d always wondered about her past, her family and why she’d never spoken about it. The wedding had been fun, and he’d been totally excited to meet the Ghostbusters. It was still a shock to him to find out Peter Venkman was his uncle. He thought it was pretty cool to be related to any of the Ghostbusters, but, if he had a choice, he’d have picked Dr. Egon Spengler. They hadn’t had much of a chance to talk, though. Dr. Spengler had seemed preoccupied with his mom, which was kind of cool, too. He wondered if maybe they’d dated when they were teenagers, because she’d said Peter was her brother, Ray was ‘like’ her brother, but she and Dr. Spengler had been ‘very close.’ Aiden didn’t usually think about things like that, but yesterday was an unusual day. He’d been talking to Ray when they’d heard Peter yelling. They’d shown up in time to see Dr. Spengler holding his mom, then she’d pulled away and the ice machine had shifted to block her in a corner. Aiden had never seen anything like it. Ray and Dr. Spengler had freed her, but she didn’t even thank them. She dragged him halfway home at a run, and she nearly collapsed before she’d let him call a cab. He’d never seen his mother act so... scared. She had her bad days, and she’d suffered bouts of insomnia, but she wasn’t afraid of anything... well, except lady bugs. She’d sent him across the hall to Austin’s apartment, but he hadn’t enjoyed himself. As soon as everyone was awake at Austin’s, Aiden excused himself from breakfast and decided to head home. He really hoped she was feeling better, and he hoped he could finally get some explanations. When he walked into the apartment he could smell an odd electrical scent, and the hairs on his arms stood up. The television had been left on one of the Spanish language channels, and all the lights were on. In the kitchen all the cabinet doors were open and there was a pile of melting ice cubes in front of the refrigerator. "Mom?" He called out cautiously. It looked as if vandals had trashed the place. The bathroom door stood open, and the light coming in the window revealed a tub full of water and broken glass littering the sink. His anxiety began to increase, and then he heard the noise coming from his mother’s room. He knocked on the door, but she didn’t answer. He could hear someone moving around in there, and he hated to invade her privacy. What if she’d sent him to Austin’s so she could have Dr. Spengler over? That didn’t sound typical of his mother, though. "Mom? Are you okay? I’m coming in." He announced, knocking on the door a second time. She still didn’t answer. He opened the door and peeked around it. What he saw made his jaw drop. The dresser drawers were opening and closing on their own, and the closet door rattled back and forth on its track. Those spectacles were completely lost on him when he saw his mother. She was draped in her blanket, and she appeared to be sleeping. Except she wasn’t in bed. Her entire bed was vibrating, swaying back and forth, and she was levitating against the ceiling. "Mom?" He whimpered weakly, afraid she was dead. She didn’t wake up, but she moaned. With fumbling hands, he dug his cell phone out of his pocket. He punched in the phone number he’d seen on the commercials, 212-555-2368.- You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
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