In February of 1997, I was depressed in the way only a fourteen-year-old can be depressed: my best friend had just moved away, the girl I liked didn’t like me back, and each of my arms and legs were suddenly over six feet long.
Feeling blue and like existence had no meaning, I decided to look through a box of VHS tapes in my living room closet. At the bottom, under about 30 John Wayne movies, I found a dusty, old copy of Ghostbusters. Without anything else to watch, I sat back and pushed play. I had been obsessed with the movie in preschool, but hadn’t seen it probably since then, so I figured it would at least entertain me for a little while.
1 hour and 47 minutes later, my life was changed forever.
After laughing my ass off at jokes I remembered from when I was five years old (and laughing even more at jokes I didn’t understand when I was five years old,) I watched the credits. There, at the end, it said WRITTEN BY DAN AYKROYD AND HAROLD RAMIS.
Holy crap. Somebody wrote this.
People actually write movies.
There it was. At the age of fourteen, my fate and glorious destiny had been decided: I was going to be a screenwriter. I was going to write movies, like the one I had just watched that made me laugh and entertained the hell out of me, when I was feeling kinda crappy.
A few weeks later, my English teacher gave us an assignment: write any story we’d like. Clearly, this was another sign from the universe. I took my pencil and yellow lined paper and started furiously writing Ghostbusters 3 (I wrote it as a novel, because I still wasn’t really sure what a screenplay was even though it was my undeniable destiny to be a screenwriter.) When the assignment was due, I wasn’t finished, but my teacher gave me an A, anyway, because she knew how hard I’d been working on it. I’m pretty sure she just didn’t want to have to read it, but, hey, still got an A.
The next year in high school, I continued working on the screenplay, and for the next four years, I went back to the script every few months, adding ideas, changing things, and updating the jokes, all the while knowing it was probably only a matter of weeks before I would become a world-famous, super-rich, beloved Hollywood filmmaker and the kid that wrote a Ghostbusters blockbuster when he was a teenager (yes, this was something I regularly thought about.)
Obviously, none of this happened.
All through high school, and then college, and up until today, I kept on writing and self-publishing books through Amazon, hoping it would one day lead to a career as a writer—but, more importantly, that it would one day lead to the chance to pitch my idea for Ghostbusters 3 to Dan Aykroyd, Harold Ramis, Ivan Reitman, or perhaps even the guy at my local mall who muttered to himself near the back entrance while he looked for cigarettes on the ground. At this point, I was willing to talk to anybody that would listen.
Then, this past August, I first heard the rumors of Paul Feig directing an all-female reboot of Ghostbusters.
Well, that was it.
For some reason, I knew this would be the third Ghostbusters movie that finally got off the ground. My dream of writing Ghostbusters 3 was officially dead.
So I did what any sane 32-year-old adult would do.
I spent about a month turning my Ghostbusters 3 screenplay into a novel.
It’s there now, online, for anybody who wants to read it. It may never see the big screen, but it’s free for any Ghostbusters fan or movie fan who wants to see the old gang again, and remember how awesome those first two movies were. I like it, and a few other Ghostbusters fans have emailed me to tell me they like it, too, and that’s good enough for me.
It may not be what I thought was gonna happen to the story when I was fourteen, but it’s good enough for me.
It's available for Kindle, iPad, Nook, iPhone, or any ereader. You can also email me at charliewoodbooks (at) gmail (dot) com for a copy in any format you'd like, including a format specially made for Kindle. If you don't want to downloand it, you can read the whole thing here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10697724/1/Ghostbusters-3-Tournament-of-the-Demons Hope you enjoy it! Note: This is a fan-made project, free for all to read. It has no connection to Sony or Columbia Pictures. It is completely not-for-profit. It has been over twenty years since the Ghostbusters saved New York from Vigo the Carpathian, and in terms of the paranormal, the city is quiet—so quiet, in fact, that there is now only one Ghostbuster, Raymond Stantz, who is answering the sporadic calls about ghosts, spooks, and demons from his home. However, when Ray, Egon, and Winston mysteriously go missing, a new team of Ghostbusters (led by college student Oscar Venkman) must come together to rescue them, protect New York City, and save the world. But it may not be that easy--an evil, all-powerful demon named Breygron the Watcher is living in New York and posing as the city’s mayor…a mayor who just happens to be Dr. Peter Venkman.