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Pitch Perfect SpookFest

Ghost Busted

Chapter One

Ghost Investigators 

Ghost Investigations & Solutions Inc. was the brainchild of best friends Jesse Swanson and Benji Applebaum. Ever since high school, the two had been fascinated by the supernatural and often daydreamed about creating their own paranormal investigation agency. Their shared obsession with ghost stories, cryptids, and unexplained phenomena led them to spend countless nights in front of their computers, researching haunted locations and watching grainy footage of alleged ghost sightings.

It wasn’t until their second semester at Barden University, though, that they decided to make the dream a reality. Over spring break, they visited an old, abandoned farmhouse on the outskirts of town that was rumored to be haunted. Armed with nothing more than their phones and a cheap night-vision camera, Jesse and Benji recorded what appeared to be a chilling paranormal apparition. The grainy footage captured a ghostly figure moving through the farmhouse’s empty halls before disappearing into thin air. They uploaded the video online, and while it didn’t go fully viral, it attracted enough attention to plant the seed of possibility. Maybe, just maybe, they could turn their fascination with the paranormal into a career.

By the end of the spring semester, Jesse and Benji had made a fateful decision: they were going to drop out of school and start their own paranormal investigation agency. Ghost Investigations & Solutions Inc. was born.

Convincing Jesse’s girlfriend, Beca Mitchell, to join their team was a bit of a challenge. Beca had her own dreams of becoming a music producer in Los Angeles, and ghost-hunting didn’t seem like a direct path to her aspirations. But when her father backed out of his promise to support her financially in her move to LA, Beca found herself at a crossroads. Rather than return to school, she decided to join Jesse and Benji in their fledgling business. If nothing else, she figured it would give her a chance to save up some money for her eventual move out west.

When Beca came onboard, her best friend, Fat Amy, followed suit. Fat Amy, whose real name no one actually knew, was the definition of unpredictable. With her bold personality and uncanny knack for getting things done, she was more than just comic relief—she brought with her a sizable investment in the business. No one asked where the money came from, and Fat Amy didn’t offer an explanation. Her financial contribution allowed the team to buy top-tier ghost-hunting equipment—thermal cameras, EMF detectors, and audio recorders capable of picking up EVP (electronic voice phenomena).

With their new gear and growing confidence, the group set out to build their reputation as paranormal investigators. The southern United States, with its wealth of haunted locations and dark history, became the perfect proving ground. The team investigated forgotten battlefields, abandoned plantations, and creepy old homes, earning a small but dedicated following. Stories of their successful investigations spread, and before long, Ghost Investigations & Solutions Inc. had established itself as a credible name in the world of the paranormal.

As the business grew, Beca brought two more key players into the fold. Stacie Conrad, a tall brunette with a sharp mind for science, was a natural fit. With a background in physics and chemistry, Stacie was able to help Benji design cutting-edge devices that allowed the team to track and capture paranormal entities. Joining alongside Stacie was Cynthia Rose, a skilled mechanic with a passion for technology. Cynthia was the team’s pragmatic problem-solver, always finding ways to fine-tune their equipment and troubleshoot issues in the field.

Together, the six of them turned Ghost Investigations & Solutions Inc. into a thriving, one-of-a-kind business. They weren’t just chasing shadows—they were solving mysteries that no one else dared to confront. In just two years, they had evolved from a group of curious college dropouts to a well-respected team of investigators, handling cases that ranged from benign hauntings to more sinister, unexplained events. What had started as a wild idea between two best friends became a thriving enterprise that offered something most people never expected: answers to the unknown.

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In the break room of Ghost Investigations & Solutions Inc., excitement was buzzing as the team discussed their next job. Benji, brimming with energy, kicked off the conversation. “So… can we get more information on this new job, please?”

Five of the six team members—Benji, Jesse, Amy, Cynthia Rose, and Stacie—were gathered around the large table. The break room had become their usual hangout spot since they’d set up shop in the old fire station, a perfect base for a team of ghost hunters. Their business had recently picked up, thanks in no small part to Amy’s investment, and now they were preparing to take on their latest challenge.

Jesse, ever the organized one, was ready with the details. “Right…” He straightened up, shuffling through a few papers. “The request was made by Barden University.”

“Our Alma mater?” Benji piped up, practically bouncing in his seat.

“If we had graduated,” Cynthia Rose corrected him, deadpan.

“It still counts,” Amy chimed in.

“I graduated,” Stacie added nonchalantly.

“You were only there for a year,” Jesse pointed out, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes,” Stacie replied, unfazed, “and I graduated in that time.”

“Well, I’m still excited to be going back to the place where we all met,” Benji said, smiling wide.

“That’s why I put it at the top of our list,” Jesse said with a grin. He clearly enjoyed the idea of going back to familiar territory.

Amy, on the other hand, seemed less enthused. She wandered over to the refrigerator, muttering, “Shortstack isn’t going to be happy.”

“She’ll be fine,” Jesse replied, dismissing the concern with a wave. Stacie and Cynthia Rose exchanged looks, but said nothing.

Not wanting to lose focus, Benji circled back to the matter at hand. “What did the Barden administration say in their request?”

Picking up the documents again, Jesse skimmed over them as he said, “They said paranormal activity has been happening in a sorority house, and they want us to look into it discreetly. They don’t want to take any risks.”

Amy snorted from across the room. “Seriously! Why couldn’t it have been a Frat house?”

“I’m good with it,” said Cynthia Rose as she leaned forward before sipping her coffee. She then asked the next logical question. “What kind of paranormal activity?”

Listing off the details, Jesse answered, “Doors opening and closing on their own, heavy breathing, footsteps, humming and or singing, whispering, flickering lights, electronics going haywire, and… spectral apparitions.”

“Really?” Benji perked up again. “Of what?”

“A young woman,” Jesse replied. “Possibly multiple women.”

“In a sorority house? You don’t say,” Amy said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

“Maybe they want to have a pillow fight,” Stacie suggested.

“One can dream “ CR said wistfully.

Amy grinned. “Yeah, it’ll be a blast. I’m just hoping I don’t get stuck dealing with screaming sorority girls the whole time.”

“Hey, don’t knock it till you try it,” Stacie quipped.

“Any chance it’s just a prank?” Benji asked, trying to steer the conversation back to more productive conversations.

“Doubt it,” Jesse answered with a shake of his head. “Too many people have reported sightings, and the university’s administration is getting nervous. They’re serious about keeping it under wraps.”

“What does the appirations best react to?” Cynthia Rose asked, taking the focused on the technical side of things.

“Unspecified,” Jesse said with a sigh, dropping the documents back onto his lap. “So, we’re looking at the typical haunting behaviors. They need us to go in and identify the entity and get rid of it.”

Cynthia Rose set her cup down, face thoughtful. “We should prepare for a restless spirit. Maybe something tied to the house or one of the girls there.”

Amy chuckled, shaking her head. “I bet Shortstack is going to get scared first.”

As if on cue, Beca walked into the room, heading straight for the coffee maker, her usual morning routine. “What was that, Amy?” she asked, clearly catching the tail end of the comment.

Amy just smirked, but Beca wasn’t paying full attention as she poured herself a cup of coffee. She took a sip, immediately grimacing at the taste. “Who let Amy make the coffee?”

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“What part of no aren’t you getting?” Beca demanded, her frustration obvious as she stormed toward their apartment attached to the back of the firehouse. Jesse was right behind her, and the sound of his footsteps only made her more irritated.

“Come on, Becaaaw,” Jesse pleaded, his tone edging into a whine. It was a habit that grated on Beca, especially when it surfaced during arguments. She hated how he resorted to it whenever she pushed back on his more questionable ideas.

“I don’t see any reason why I need to go back to Barden University,” she snapped, shoving open the door to their cozy, shared space. Normally, their apartment felt like a retreat from the chaos of Ghost Inc., but at that moment, Beca wasn’t feeling much connection to it—or the company.

“The team wants to take the case,” Jesse countered, stepping inside after her.

“Then the team should take it,” Beca fired back, turning to face him. “You don’t need me. The five of you can handle a mission without me.”

“It’s not the same,” Jesse whined again, pushing her patience to the brink.

Beca sighed, rubbing her temples. “You know I just don’t feel it. I’ve been picking up more DJ gigs lately,” she said, trying to steer the conversation in a direction that mattered to her. “I’ve wanted to get back to focusing on my music.”

Jesse froze, his face reflecting sudden concern. “Wait! Are you thinking about leaving the agency?” he asked, astonished. The reality of her words hit him hard.

“Yeah—maybe,” Beca said bluntly, not meeting his eyes.

“Beca, you can’t!”

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In the end, Jesse’s persistent nagging won out, and Beca reluctantly agreed to take the job at Barden University with the team—on two conditions. First, no one, not Jesse nor any other member of Ghost Inc., would pressure her to visit her father. She made that clear from the start, and though Jesse had hesitated, he eventually agreed. The second condition was that Beca would drive separately to the job site. It didn’t matter that this would mean taking three vehicles; Beca needed her own space. She wasn’t in the mood to deal with Fat Amy’s jokes or Stacie’s inevitable teasing about going back to Barden. The trip was going to be rough enough, and she wasn’t going to make it worse by cramming into the team’s shared car.

More importantly, Beca wasn’t planning to stick around for the entire mission. Having her own car gave her an easy out. If the job wrapped up, or if she just got sick of being there, she could leave whenever she wanted, no questions asked. Jesse had, of course, wanted to ride with her, but Beca had shut that down quickly. She was still pissed that he had taken the Barden job at all.

Joining Ghost Inc. hadn’t been part of her life plan. She only signed on when it became crystal clear that her father wasn’t going to follow through on any of his promises. His abandonment was just another mark in a long list of disappointments, and when Jesse and Benji came up with the idea of a ghost-hunting agency, it seemed like the perfect escape. Dropping out of school to join them had felt liberating at the time—a chance to carve out her own path without the burden of failed expectations. That Amy, Cynthia Rose, and Stacie had joined too had made the decision easier. With their involvement, Ghost Inc. became a real possibility, not just some pipe dream of two nerds.

And somehow, against all odds, it had worked. Ghost Inc. had taken off, thanks to the combined talents of the team. Cynthia Rose could build and fix anything, her mechanical skills ensuring that all their equipment stayed in working order. Stacie’s genius with physics and chemistry kept their gear cutting-edge, giving them a technological edge over their competitors. Benji’s creativity added flair and a unique perspective to their problem-solving, while Amy’s financial backing allowed them to actually afford the equipment and advertising they needed to grow.

But the real glue was Jesse. He had a natural talent for leadership, managing the day-to-day operations of the company while also handling their marketing and public relations. His efforts had ensured that Ghost Inc. wasn’t just seen as a quirky group of paranormal enthusiasts, but as a serious business. Clients took them seriously, and the company was thriving.

Beca, though, couldn’t help but feel like the odd one out. Sure, she was good in the field, but there wasn’t anything she did that the others couldn’t handle. Her experience with electronics, born out of years of cobbling together DJ equipment, had come in handy a few times, but compared to Stacie and Benji, her technical skills were average at best. The more the others grew into their roles, the more Beca felt her own contribution shrinking. Ghost Inc. was taking off, and yet she felt like she was being left behind.

Her real passion had always been music, and over the years, it had become clearer that her work with the agency was pulling her further away from that dream. While the others thrived in their roles, Beca couldn’t shake the feeling that she was losing herself in a job that had never really been hers to begin with.

With a sigh, Beca started her car, the weight of her decision heavy in the silence around her. Heading to Barden University felt like more than just a routine job—it felt like the beginning of the end for her time with Ghost Inc.

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Beca tried not to think about her father as she slammed the door of her car shut. Her whole body just felt heavy.

She was surprised not to see the van already at the house, though Jesse might’ve stopped at the Dean’s office to let them know the team had arrived. Just as well, she wasn’t really feeling the team thing right now.

Looking up at the house, Beca’s mind went back to the case file. The Bellas house, an old sorority house that had been set aside for the college’s all-girl a cappella team.

For some reason this triggered a memory from early in her freshman year. She had fled her dorm room to get away from her father who had come to visit uninvited. She had gone to the activities fair as an excuse to leave, but she had zero plans to join any of these activities. For the most part the fair had been a bust. She did learn about a job at the college radio station, which she quickly signed up for. Other than that the only thing of note was when she met a redhead with striking blue eyes, who tried to sell her on the idea of joining her a cappella group. She had also been a bit sassy to her friend, a blonde woman with an iron rod up her ass. She had declined the invitation to try out for the a cappella team, but she did always remember the girl with the striking blue eyes and fiery red hair.

Walking up to the large house, Beca didn’t get any haunted vibes. Quite the contrary, the house actually seemed rather inviting. Reaching the front door, Beca automatically knocked. After a second she mentally kicked herself. No one was supposed to be in the house, so she dropped her hand to the door handle and gave it a try. Not expecting it to be unlocked, she was a bit surprised when the handle turned and the door pushed open. 

Looking back out at the street, she didn’t see any sign of the van or the car bringing the rest of the team. With a shrug she stepped into the house and looked about for a light switch. Flipping the switch she turned on the lights in the foyer.

It was kind of the classic foyer, a living room to the left, a dining room to the right, a long staircase just past the entryway to the dining room, and a long hallway running parallel to the stairs leading to the back of the house.

“Hello?” Beca called out, only for silence in response. “Is anyone there?” She asked as she let the door close behind her.

“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?”

Beca literally jumped backwards as a very irate looking blonde woman came storming down the hallway from the back of the house.

“EXCUSE YOU! WHAT THE HELL DO THINK YOU’RE DOING JUST WALKING INTO OUR HOUSE?!?”

“WHOE-WHOE-WHOE! Excuse me, but I was sent here by the college,” Beca held up her hands but couldn’t back up any more as she was up against the closed door.

“Likely story! Do you have some type of authorization?” the blonde woman demanded as she stepped right up into Beca’s space.

“My partners are bringing it,” Beca answered. “Wait a minute. Who are you? What are you doing here?”

“I live here,” the blonde answered, “and who I am is irrelevant. You’re the one who entered my home without permission.”

“Bree? What’s with all the shouting? Oh! Hello.”

Beca looked over the angry blonde woman’s shoulder to see a redhead walking down the stairs. She instantly recognized the redhead from the activities fair.

The redhead’s eyes seemed to recognize Beca as she turned to the blonde. “Bree, let the poor girl in. What are you even doing?”

“She just walked into our house, Chloe,” said the blonde. “We don’t know who she is.”

“We can fix that,” answered the redhead as she gently urged the blonde to step back. “I know you. Your name is…” the redhead scrunched her nose as she thought hard. “Beca!” Her blue eyes widened in happiness as she remembered. “You’re Beca!” 

“Yes, I’m Beca, Beca Mitchell. And you are?”

“I’m Chloe; Chloe Beale, and this is my best friend, Aubrey Posen. We’re the co-captains of the Barden Bellas.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Beca said. She instinctively stuck out her hand which the redhead took and shook.

“You didn’t come to our tryouts,” Chloe pouted. “I was really hoping you would.” In a sudden switch, the redhead’s eyes lit up with hope. “Are you here to try out?”

“Ummm—no,” Beca answered. “Sorry—no. I don’t even sing.” Beca felt her chest tighten at the redhead’s disappointed look. “Look, my company was hired to do an investigation of this house.”

“What? Why?” Aubrey and Chloe said in unison.

“What kind of investigation?” Aubrey pressed.

“Paranormal,” Beca answered tentatively. She was very self-conscious at the moment, realizing just how ridiculous that answer sounded.

Chloe giggled as she said, “Really?” While Aubrey openly scoffed, “You can’t be serious.”

“Yes really,” Beca answered. “I’m totally serious.”

“Who hired you?” Aubrey pressed. 

“The Dean’s office,” Beca answered. “There have been reports of paranormal activity.”

Chloe continued to giggle as Aubrey looked like she was going to blow a gasket. “I’m going to KILL those ASSHOLES!”

“The Dean’s office?” Beca asked as she flinched at Aubrey’s reaction.

“WHAT?!? No! I mean those ASSHOLE TREBBLES!”

“Who?” Beca asked, even as her back was pressed tight against the door.

“The Treble-Makers,” Chloe answered. “They are a rival a cappella group on campus.”

“They’re a bunch of macho assholes, who are always fucking with us,” Aubrey seethed.

“They do like to pull pranks on us,” Chloe said.

“Oh-Kay,” Beca said. “So there’s a good chance this is a joke…”

“So you can go tell the Dean’s office that this was just a sophomoric joke,” Aubrey said.

“Yeah—no,” Beca said. “I have to take a look around.”

“Why?” Aubrey demanded.

“Well two reasons,” Beca answered. “One, I don’t like not finishing a job, and two, my company has been hired to investigate. It doesn’t get paid if we don’t investigate. We need the money.”

“Not our…”

“Of course you can investigate,” Chloe jumped in.

“Chloe!”

“Bree, she’s here to investigate. There’s nothing to the accusation, so it won’t be a problem.”

“Well, me and my team. They’ll be here soon,” Beca said.

“Oh that’s great,” Aubrey threw up her hands. “Alice is going to just love that.”

“Look, Beca, why don’t you look around, when your friends arrive, Aubrey will let them in, and you all can quickly finish up, so Aubrey won’t be annoyed.” Chloe giggled as Aubrey made an irritated sound.

“Alice…”

“You can handle Alice,” Chloe assured her blonde friend.

“Gee—thanks,” Aubrey said sarcastically.

“I’ll help,” Chloe offered.

“Sure you will,” Aubrey grumbled under her breath.

“So does that work for you?” Chloe refocused on Beca, who felt a tug, like a thread connected to her very soul.

“Uhh—yeah, that works. Ummm-where do I start?” Beca asked. She felt like she would do anything the redhead asked at this moment.

“Ummm—usually I would say with paranormal investigations, you probably should start with the basement, but—uhhh—Lily has taken up residence there, so I would save for last…”

“Lily?” Beca asked.

“Yes, she’s an odd one, but we respect her space,” Aubrey answered.

“So the next best thing to a basement for paranormal activity is the attic, so I suggest the attic loft,” Chloe said helpfully.” The redhead slipped her arm into Beca’s and started leading the brunette towards the stairs. “I’ll take you up there.”

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Having dropped Benji off at the Barden University administrative building, Jesse drove the Range Rover to the Bellas house. Benji was going to talk with the people who had hired them and get some more background, before going to the investigation site. Benji and Jesse split this duty between them, as both would rather be in the field, doing the investigation. This time the rotation had Jesse was onsite, while Benji met with the administrators.

Following the directions on his map app, Jesse made a turn and drove towards Lake Barden, where the house in questionwas located.

“You think Beca is there already?” Jesse asked Stacie, who was sitting in the passenger seat.

“Probably,” Stacie said with a shrug. She didn’t bother to look up from the paper she was reading. Her doctorate thesis was coming up and she was using every opportunity to study. “Don’t you know?”

“No,” Jesse let out a frustrated sigh. “She’s been acting weird, and turned off her phone.”

“Beca without a phone? That is strange,” Stacie hummed.

“You know she didn’t even want to take this case,” Jesse observed. 

“Don’t blame her. The question I have is why did you make her then?” Stacie asked as she turned a page.

“I don’t know,” Jesse sighed. “I guess I always feel like there’s something holding Beca back, and it’s here at Barden. Probably something to do with her father. I thought maybe if she got that closure, we could move on. You know, get married, have a family…”

“You’re thinking about asking Beca to marry you?” Stacie asked.

“Uhhh-yeah…”

“Huh…”

“What?”

“Just, Shortstack doesn’t strike me as looking to get married,” Stacie said.

“What? Of course she’s—hey there’s the van and Beca’s car, so it looks like we’re all here,” Jesse said. He was silently thankful for a reason to drop the current conversation. He quickly parked next to their van and jumped out. 

Looking up at the house, he couldn’t help but feel how uninviting the place seemed. He instantly felt like this was going to be a very successful paranormal investigation.

“What took you lot so long?” Amy asked with her arms crossed and leaning against Beca’s car. “We’ve been waiting for ages.”

“We got here a minute before them, Ames,” commented Cynthia Rose as she hopped out of the back of the van.

“Like I said, ages,” Amy reiterated. “By the way, where’s our resident grumpy cat?” Amy asked as she looked around Jesse and Stacie and into Jesse’s car.

“She drove herself,” answered Jesse.

“You’re literally leaning against her car,” added Stacie.

“I thought this car looked familiar,” Amy said as she stood straight.

“You didn’t recognize the dent in the bumper you caused when you backed into a barrier in the garage when you borrowed the car without asking?” CR asked.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” Amy quickly replied.

“Wait! Beca’s not with you all?” Jesse interrupted.

“Nah, thought you might’ve picked her up,” CR replied.

Looking around, Jesse couldn’t see any sign of his girlfriend. “You don’t think she went inside by herself, do you?”

“Knowing our favorite shortstack,” Stacie said, “of course she is.”

“We got to get in there!” Jesse said as he turned towards the house.

Stacie caught him by the arm. “We will, but we go in prepared.” 

“I  got the van,” said CR.

“Why do you always get the van?” Amy asked.

“Because it’s always the black person who is the first to get killed in those dumbass horror movies. So I’m going to stay nice and safe here, monitoring the equipment,” answered CR.

“Well, maybe I’ll stay with you in the van,” Amy said sassily.

“What did you have for lunch?”CR asked.

“A couple of burritos,” Amy answered automatically.

“Yeah, you’re going with them,” CR replied as she shut the van door behind her.

While this had been going on, Jesse had opened the trunk to his car and started pulling out their gear. Stacie grabbed a radio and headset, clipping them into place. 

Working quickly on the personal particle accelerator, to make sure it was functioning properly Jesse hefted the device onto his back, adjusting the straps so the weight was evenly distributed.

Stacie was mirroring his movements, tinkering with the switches and making sure the bulky apparatus was ready to go.

 When Amy came up, Stacie handed her a flashlight. 

“Hey! That’s not right! When do I get to have a particle accelerator again?” the blonde Aussie demanded.

“When we’re sure you won’t burn down a building again,” Jesse answered.

“That only happened twice,” defended Amy.

“Three times,” Stacie corrected as she swung the backpack device onto her back. She then pulled out a device that looked like a geiger counter. When she flicked it on the red light came on immediately and the device began emitting a rapid beeping sound.

“What does the psychokinetic energy meter say?” Jesse asked.

“PKE is off the scale.  This place is hot.”

Both Stacie and Jesse exchanged concerned looks. Stacie turned down the volume, and handed the handheld device to Amy, and pulled out a second psychokinetic energy meter for herself. When she turned this device on the same response came from the device.

“Not good,” Stacie breathed out.

*Radio check*

*Radio check*

Cynthia Rose’s voice came over their headsets.

*We hear you CR, over*Jesse responded.

*Stacie?*

*Loud and clear, over*

*Amy?*

The blonde was looking at the readings from the device in her hand.

*Amy?*

*Are you sure you don’t need help in the van?* Amy asked over the radio.

*I’m good* Cynthia Rose replied.

Jesse switched Stacie’s device on and then turned so she could switch his on. Both devices began to hum.

“Let’s go,” said Jesse.

To be continued 

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Pitch Perfect SpookFest

Ghost Busted

Chapter Two

Haunted Bellas House

Walking down the small hallway in the back of the house Beca stopped. Under her collar, her hairs were rising on the back of her neck. There was something wrong, sensed more than felt, quickening her heartbeat. The feeling wasn't unfamiliar, she’d been doing investigations with Ghost Inc. for over two years now. She had encountered a number of paranormal apparitions, but this bothered her in ways those never had. She hadn't been anxious and uncomfortable in this house before; what had changed?

She stopped when she realized she had stepped in something.

“Ugh!”

It looked like the slime from Nickelodeon. It was bright green, gooey like adhesive; strings of it stretch between the floor and her foot as she lifted her boot to examine it. When she reached down to check it out, she was thankful that she was wearing gloves. Grabbing a bit between her index finger and her thumb Beca was surprised by its feel. It looked like it ought to be sticky, but it was actually slippery, like some of the commercial slime toys she'd played with as a kid. 

She felt something brush against the back of her neck as if a finger was brushing aside her brown hair. The touch was icy cold and sent violent shivers down her spine.

She glanced at the ceiling, confused and was hit by a blob of the green goo.

“What the actual Fuck?!?”

As she scrapes the green goo from her face, Beca thinks she hears something, possibly laughing, but not fun laughing, more like what she used to hear from her mean girl bullies back in middle and high school.

When she finally has scraped enough away to look around, Beca is confused to see nothing and no one. She’s not even sure where the goo came from and she can’t help but feel she’s being watched. She wonders if she should have waited for the team, but shakes that off, and tells herself that she's imagining things. 

The door behind her had been closed when she turned around, hadn't it? She hadn't heard it open. But there's a feeling of space behind her all of a sudden, like she's facing a wall with an endless chasm yawning at her back.

Beca's not surprised, when she turns, to find the door to the attic unlocked and swinging open.

She pulls herself together sternly.

A joke. 

It must be. 

The green goo was a joke.

This is what Chloe and that Posen woman had warned her about.

“Beca?!? 

The petite brunette jumped slightly as the redhead came around the corner and stopped in shock.

“Oh! What?”

“I’ve been slimed,” Beca said.

“Yes you have,” Chloe replied, visibly stifling a laugh. “Nice call back to Ghostbusters.”

“I think I walked into one of those Treblemaker pranks. Not funny,” Beca grumbled. “And what?”

“Ghostbusters,” Chloe said. “You quoted Bill Murray from the old movie.”

“Oh,” Beca thought back. “I think my boyfriend has tried to get me to watch that. I think I fell asleep every time.”

“You have a boyfriend?” Chloe’s face dropped a bit, a little of the humor left her eyes. The brunette didn’t notice because she had again been scraping the goo from her hair.

“Yeah, he’s coming with the rest of the team,” Beca said as she looked back at Chloe. “Speaking of which, they should be here. Are they?”

“Not sure,” Chloe shrugged. “But Bree or Alice will meet them.”

“Hey, I wasn’t in the mood for dealing with my teammates teasing to start with. Is there any way I can get cleaned up, and a change of clothes.”

“Of course,” Chloe said, her good humor back.

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The atmosphere around the house was notably tense as Jesse, Stacie, and Amy stepped up on the porch of the Bellas’ abandoned house. An eerie silence hung in the air, broken only by the crunch of fallen leaves underfoot as they approached the front door. Jesse, ever the careful leader, checked the handle and was surprised to find it unlocked. He exchanged glances with Stacie and Amy, then pushed the door open.

The air grew chillier as the three Ghost Investigators stepped across the threshold into the Bellas’ house. The silence amplified every creak of the floorboards beneath their feet as they moved further into the house. 

With concern growing for his girlfriend, Jesse called out, his voice echoing through the hall, “BECA!” There was only the unnerving stillness in response. Undeterred, he tried again, this time with his idea of a playful twist, “BECAAW!”

Still nothing.

The three walked to the middle of the foyer, their footsteps echoing in the empty space. Jesse glanced around, his brow furrowed. “This is weird. You said this place had been empty for months, right?” His hand swept the room, pointing out how clean it appeared. “Yet it looks like they just left yesterday.”

Stacie frowned, folding her arms. “Everything’s way too neat. No dust, nothing out of place.”

Amy, leaning against the doorframe, shrugged. “Maybe someone’s been taking care of it. Ghosts are pretty clean freaks, right?” She smirked, though the humor didn’t quite reach her eyes. The tension in the air was palpable, and they knew this was no ordinary case.

Jesse stepped forward cautiously, his instincts kicking in. “Let’s be careful. Something feels off.” With that, they ventured deeper into the house.

“BECA!” Jesse shouted again. 

Still no answer.

Turning in place, Stacie felt as if something had moved past her, almost like a cool breeze that lightly touched her. The usually mega-confident brunette hugged herself, glancing around the seemingly pristine space. “Maybe she’s not here yet,” she murmured, though something in her voice hinted at doubt. She couldn’t shake the strange sense that they weren’t alone, that eyes were on them from somewhere in the shadows.

“Or she’s hiding and just trying to scare the life out of us,” Amy quipped, her usual sarcasm laced with a hint of nervous energy. She tugged her hoodie tighter around herself, glancing over her shoulder as if expecting something to appear.

Jesse gestured for them to follow, keeping his voice low. “Let’s stay close. Something about this place… doesn’t sit right.” He was typically level-headed, but even he couldn’t ignore the unnerving energy of the house.

*CR*

*I read you Jesse*

*Try calling Beca on her phone again, please*

*You got it boss*

“Let’s start searching,” Jesse said.

Pitch Perfect SpookFest 

Beca was thankful when Chloe brought her to bathroom with a shower. She so needed a shower.

Moving inside the bathroom Beca found everything she needed. A row of toilet stalls faced a long trench sink. Beyond that was blessed relief; shower stalls.

The petite brunette quickly scampered across the cold tiles, arms crossed, unable to shake the feeling of being watched.

You shout it out, but I can’t hear a word you say. I’m talking loud, not saying much.

To fight her nerves Beca began to sing, Her soft voice sung out as she entered the shower stall. 

I’m criticized, but all your bullets ricochet. Shoot me down, but I get up.

Her voice continued. 

I’m bulletproof, nothing to lose

Fire away, fire away, 

Ricochet, you take your aim, 

Fire away, fire away. 

Pulling the faucet up, the warm running water gushed out of the shower as the brunette stepped under the shower head. Humming softly when the water hit against her body.

She quickly rinsed off the goo, and then started lathering up, using shampoo Chloe had mentioned. She continued to sing as she rinsed off again,

I’m bulletproof, nothing to lose

Fire away, fire away, 

Ricochet, you take your aim, 

Fire away, fire away. 

“You can sing!” The redhead exclaimed in a loud voice. Watching as Beca jumped in fright and turned around grabbing the shower curtain to cover herself up. A blush creeping up across her cheeks and her eyes widening. In horror as stood at the foot of her cubicle was a naked Chloe Beale.

“Dude!” Beca snapped in shock. Averting her gaze away from the hot babe stood opposite her in the cubicle. Holding the shower curtain against her body to shield herself from the prying eyes of the senior. “Why are you naked?”

“How high does your belt go?” Chloe questioned with a curious tone to her voice and an even more curious one on her face as she subtly checked the Ghost Investigator out. She liked what she briefly saw before the brunette held the curtain across her body to hide herself. Leaning over to pull the faucet down and turn off the shower, the redhead heard a faint gasp from Beca at the close proximity she’d made leaning over the small woman.

“My what?!” Beca’s eyes grew wider. Enough the brunette worried they might pop out from their sockets. She could hardly believe what was happening right now. Her mind clouded over as the heat in the shower rose. Intimidated by the redhead, Beca breathed out, “Oh my, god!” as she mentally cursed herself for feeling so turned on right now.

“You were singing Titanium, right?” The redhead asked with hopeful eyes. Looking into the nervous, naked woman’s storm-blue eyes she tried to calm down. She hadn’t meant to come in naked. She had been so excited by how beautiful her voice was, but she needed to control herself around this young woman before she jumped poor little Beca and fucked her good and proper.

“You know David Guetta?”

“Have I been living under a rock? Yes I know David Guetta!” Chloe practically scoffed. 

How could someone ask such a dumb question?

“That song is my jam-“ The redhead continued with a small smile on her face, leaning closer to the small woman and whispered into the brunette’s ear: “my lady jam!” She said playfully. Watching Beca physically shiver at her seductive words. Suggesting to the younger woman what she did to that song.

“Oh! Uhh-I mean-uhhh-Gross!” The brunette huffed out. A small frown across her face as she tried to not imagine the redhead playing with herself to the beat of Titanium. Shaking her head before her thoughts got too carried away. Knowing she’d just become a bumbling, flustered mess if she thought about it for too long.

The redhead hummed as she ran her eyes all over the freshman’s body again. An image popping up in her head of the petite brunette laying across her bed begging the redhead for release.“Can you sing it for me?” Chloe asked playfully. Leaning into the brunette slightly with a smirk still etched across her face.

The brunette let a gasp slip from between her lips. “Dude, no! Get out.” Beca exclaimed and held the curtain more firmly against her body. Desperately hoping this was all just a dream. That the hot red haired woman wasn’t stark naked in her shower, so casually. Not even bothering to cover her complete nakedness.

“Not for that reason.” Chloe said simply as she rolled her eyes in response. Although truthfully it was exactly of for that reason. She’d totally remember this encounter for the rest of eternity. “I’m not leaving here till you sing, so-“ The redhead admitted innocently. Looking expectantly at the younger woman. Dramatically sighing as she didn’t hear a response from the brunette. Hoping her firm stance in the shower would convince the younger woman. Along with her dramatic sigh.

The petite Ghost Investigator closed her eyes briefly. Letting go of the shower curtain from around her body. Exhaling out as she felt the intense stare of the redhead roaming all over her naked body. It did nothing for Beca’s arousal as she felt a warmth spread throughout her nervous system. She grew nervous, knowing she’ll soon begin to show arousal at the situation.

But really, how was she supposed to react? It’s not every day a hot babe ambushed you in the shower and demanded that you sing to her. And, to her surprise, Beca found that she did want to sing for the redhead. So with less reluctance than she should be feeling, Beca began to sing:

I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose

She was a little surprised when the redhead joined in on the second line, singing with the brunette as they held some intense eye contact with each other. 

Fire away, fire away
Ricochet, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away
You shoot me down, but I won't fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down, but I won't fall
I am titanium

Both eventually were smiling as they came to the end of singing and the brunette watched as a wide smirk grew across Chloe’s lips. A blush creeping back up on her face as she averted her eyes up to the ceiling. Indicating that they were both fully naked.

“Oh, yeah. I’m pretty confident about-“ Chloe started gesturing to her body. Swaying her hips a little to emphasise how she felt. Knowing she was an attractive woman. “-all of this.” The redhead proudly announced to the still nervous looking small woman. A certain grin etched across her face.

“You should be.” Beca gave a smile and a nod. Eyes soon growing wide once she realised that her words actually slipped form between her lips and what she was thinking inside her head was spoken aloud. Cursing herself for muttering out the words to the redhead. Trying her hardest to not look anywhere other than at the redhead’s face. Not trusting herself to look at anything else. Eyes fixated on the back of Chloe’s head as she watched the older woman close the shower curtain over. Gazing down to look at the redhead’s perky ass. A nervous feeling bubbling up in the pit of her stomach as she wondered what was about to happen.

Tugging closed the curtain, Chloe soon turned around and smiled in a much more seductive way. 

Pitch Perfect SpookFest 

Jesse, Stacie, and Amy made their way through the dimly lit main floor of the Bellas’ house, the faint squeaks of the wooden floorboards marking each cautious step. The house was renowned for its unusual energy fluctuations, something that kept paranormal investigators intrigued—and tonight, it was Ghost Inc.’s turn to investigate.

“It’s funny,” Stacie commented, engrossed by her psychokinetic energy meter. “I swear this place seems bigger on the inside than on the outside.” The consistent, almost rhythmic readings on her device were unusual; it was as if something, or someone, was moving with them, maintaining a steady presence next to her.

“Yeah-yeah, Doctor Who…” Jesse said off-handily as he studied his own psychokinetic energy meter. His eyes stayed fixed on his meter, as he tried to get a handle on the energy spikes that kept coming at irregular intervals. His tone was distracted, but he was clearly unnerved by the flickering shadows just beyond his line of sight.

“Hey, don’t be dissing the Doctor,” Stacie chided as shot him a playful look. But before she could say anything more, an odd warmth seemed to wrap around her. It was both comforting and mysterious, leaving her feeling unexpectedly at ease. Her two companions, however, didn’t notice or seem to share the same sense of comfort.

“Come on, Beca,” Jesse murmured under his breath, nervously glancing down the dim hallway. It was worrying him that they still hadn’t seen any sign of his girlfriend. “Beca,” Jesse said louder. “Where are you?” 

Heightening his unease the shadows flickering he noticed with his peripheral vision, and heard faint whispers that seemed to drift down the hall. 

“Anyone else think this place doesn’t look haunted?” Amy asked. “It’s way too clean, too immaculate? It’s like a high-strung tightass is maintaining it.”

As odd as it was to agree with Amy, Jesse did think this house was too well-kept for an abandoned property. Yet every shadow around them felt as though it concealed something unseen. His fingers tightened around his particle accelerator, and his gaze drifted up the staircase, where faint whispers seemed to float down, lingering in the air..

“Gah!” Amy suddenly shrieked, making Jesse jump nearly as high as she did. She clutched her flashlight, her face pale. “What the—? Jesus, this place is officially freaky. Haunted or not, this place is creepy.”

“What happened?” Jesse asked, his voice catching slightly as he turned to her.

Amy held her flashlight steady, trying to mask her trembling hand. “Something passed right through me. It was cold and—and clammy.” She shuddered, hugging herself reflexively. “I’m not kidding; it was like something tried to connect with me.”

“Are you saying a spectral force just penetrated you?” Jesse asked, his voice laced with excitement.

Amy shot him a glare. “Not a good reason to use the word penetrate,” she snapped, visibly annoyed.

“Sorry,” Jesse replied, cheeks slightly flushed, but his excitement hadn’t waned. The thought of real contact with a spirit on this scale was enough to get his adrenaline pumping.

Amy, normally quick with a joke, looked somber. “I mean it, Jess. We’ve done loads of these, but I’ve never felt anything like this. It’s like something’s still here, like it doesn’t want us in its space.” She placed a hand on her stomach, looking slightly queasy. “I still feel… off.”

“Come on, Ames, keep it together,” Jesse replied, though his voice sounded more confident than he felt. “We’ve got this. Just a bump in the night.” But her serious tone was getting to him. They’d been on countless cases together, yet Amy’s anxiety felt infectious.

“This is serious,” Amy said. Usually she was the person cracking jokes, and being unserious. “We’ve gone on dozens of jobs, and I’ve never felt anything like what I just experienced. I still feel nauseous.”

Amy made a face. "I'm serious," she protested. "There's something - odd going on.”

“Like what?" Jesse asked skeptically.

“Like, where did Stacie go?”

Turning around, Jesse realized the tall brunette was no longer with them.”

Pitch Perfect SpookFest 

Stacie blinked and glanced around, a shiver running down her spine as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. Just moments ago, she’d been in the dim hallway of the Bellas’ house with Jesse and Amy, but now she stood alone in a cozy, dimly lit study. It was the sort of room that appealed to her: floor-to-ceiling shelves brimming with leather-bound books, a grand wooden globe in one corner, a chessboard in another. The centerpiece was an elegant oak desk positioned by a large window with a built-in bench.

As she took in the room, a voice broke the silence. “Can I help you?”

Stacie spun around, her breath catching. Seated in a high-backed leather chair was a stunning blonde woman, her legs tucked neatly to the side as she peered over a book. The woman closed her book, placed it on a small end table to her right, and stood up gracefully, unfurling her legs as she did so.

“Can I help you?” the blonde asked again, her hazel eyes studying Stacie with a mix of curiosity and bemusement.

The scientist that is Stacie Conrad, whose mind was always going a mile a minute, for the first time in a long time felt her mind go blank. This blonde stranger was captivating, and Stacie couldn’t help but wonder if she looked more alluring with her glasses on or without. She found herself wanting to stare into those hazel eyes for an eternity, pondering that question.

“Are you okay?” the woman asked with a slight smile. “Are you…having a stroke?”

“Oh—uh, no. No, I’m fine,” Stacie stammered, feeling warmth flood her cheeks. She prided herself on always being cool and collected, yet this woman had her stumbling over her words. “I just…don’t know how I got here.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re not having a medical emergency,” the blonde replied dryly. “But I still have to ask—why are you here?”

Taking a deep breath to compose herself, Stacie said, “I’m here with Ghost Investigations & Solutions Inc. We’re, uh, investigating reports of paranormal activity in the house.”

The blonde sighed and rolled her eyes. “I take it you’re with the tiny alt-girl with all the questionable spikes in her ears?”

“Beca?” Stacie replied, her awkwardness returning. “Yeah, that’s…that’s her. Have you seen her? I mean, obviously you know who she is, but do you know where she might be?” Stacie couldn’t believe she was rambling like Beca often did.

The blonde’s eyes softened in amusement. “Yes, I’ve seen her, though I don’t know exactly where she is at the moment. She’s with my best friend Chloe.” She extended her hand with a polite smile. “I’m Aubrey, by the way.”

“Anastasia,” Stacie blurted, taking Aubrey’s hand. A gentle, electric shock rippled up her arm as their fingers touched, sending an inexplicable warmth through her. “Uh—actually, I mean Stacie. No one calls me Anastasia, not since my grandmother passed away.”

Aubrey continued to hold Stacie’s hand, her smile deepening. “Anastasia suits you,” she said softly, gazing into Stacie’s eyes in a way that made the brunette’s pulse quicken. Her cheeks grew warmer as she found herself momentarily lost in the woman’s gaze. A Quick Look at Aubrey’s lips had Stacie desperately wanting a kiss. As her eyes returned to Aubrey’s she noticed the blonde had caught the eye movement causing the tall brunette to blush even more.

Giving her head a gentle shake to try and break this spell she seemed to be under, Stacie noticed the readings on her psychokinetic energy meter. It was pointed at the blonde, and was giving a reading that was off-the-charts.

“You’re a…”

Pitch Perfect SpookFest 

Beca and Chloe fell apart, panting heavily on Chloe’s bed. Both were panting heavily and had a light sheen of sweat.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” Beca panted, her chest heaving as she worked to get her breathing under control. “I didn’t know sex could be like that. You’re incredible.”

“You’re pretty amazing yourself. I’ve definitely never had sex as good as that,” Chloe replied as she turned on her side, and propped up her head with her hand. “I just wish I had met you before…”

“You did meet me before,” Beca said, rolling onto her side, mirroring Chloe’s position. The two women just laid there, staring into each other’s eyes. “I thought you remembered me from the activities fair.”

Chloe looked a little guilty, and let out an audible sigh, as she said, “Well—we did meet before, but it’s not how you remember it.”

“What do you mean?” Beca asked, confused.

The two women were now sitting in a kitchen on high stools, a counter top with two mugs between them.

“Wait! What just happened?” Beca demanded. She made to get up, but Chloe gently touched the top of her hand to calm the younger woman.

“If you give me a minute, I will explain,” said Chloe, her eyes emploring Beca to remain. Between her touch and her eyes, Beca remained in her seat. “Thank you,” said Chloe as she took her mug and sipped. “Yum—hot chocolate is my favorite.”

“I don’t drink hot chocolate,” said Beca.

“That’s a shame,” said Chloe with a smile and a chuckle. “But no, you don’t have hot chocolate.”

Picking up her mug, and taking a tentative sip, Beca found she had a perfect cup of coffee, just the right temperature and a truly divine taste. Putting down the mug, Beca looked at Chloe with a thoughtful expression. “So—ummm—what’s going on?”

“Okay, ummm—we did meet, but it wasn’t at the activities fair. What happened was you had had a disagreement with your father. He had come to your dorm uninvited and you had a disagreement. You followed your new roommate out of the dorm room, but while she went to the activities fair, you didn’t feel it, and just wandered the campus. You ended up walking down this street and stopping in front of this house. That’s when I first saw you…” Chloe’s cheeks warmed with a soft blush.

Beca looked at Chloe with confusion, that’s not how she remembered it, but then like a fog lifted, she remembered that this was exactly how it happened. “I felt this compulsion to come to this house. It was as if I was drawn here.” Beca fixed the redhead with a serious look. “Did you do that?”

The blush on the redhead’s cheeks grew deeper, as she answered, “In a way. I didn’t do anything on purpose. But I think I did pull you in just as you pulled me and this house…”

“What does that mean?” Beca demanded.

“I think you’re my soulmate, Beca.”

Pitch Perfect SpookFest 

Jesse spun around, heart pounding as he realized Stacie was gone. She’d been right next to him, and her sudden absence gave the hallway a menacing, distorted feel. He noticed the lights dimming around them, casting twisted shadows that seemed to pulse and breathe with the silence.

“I don’t like this,” Amy whispered, her usual bravado replaced by genuine fear.

“We need to find Beca and Stacie and get out of here,” Jesse replied, his grip tightening on his particle accelerator as his psychokinetic energy meter flashed wildly.

They called out, shouting Beca’s and Stacie’s names, but their voices were swallowed by the thickening silence. The lights flickered erratically, casting a strobe effect that only heightened the eerie atmosphere. The hallway seemed to stretch and warp, distorting their sense of direction.

Their flashlights trembled as they scanned the hall. They watched in horror as the once-clean corridor transformed, revealing charred walls and blackened floorboards as if ravaged by a terrible fire. The polished floors had disappeared, leaving only scorched wood that creaked ominously beneath their feet.

“What the…” Amy murmured, her voice unsteady as she aimed her flashlight around the transformed hallway. The shadows seemed to stretch and close in around them.

“This is bad. Really bad,” Jesse said, his voice low but panicked.

The darkness pressed in, swallowing the beams of their flashlights as shadows curled closer, like claws reaching out from the void. The silence around them deepened, and the air grew heavy. An unshakable sense of dread filled them as they realized that whatever was in this house was not about to let them leave.

Pitch Perfect SpookFest 

“Hey, guys. Answer your comms. Guys? I’m seeing some seriously scary readings on the sensors. Like, really bad readings. Guys?” Cynthia Rose spoke into her headset, her voice laced with mounting worry. She sat alone in the dim glow of the van’s monitors, nervously adjusting the comms equipment, trying to re-establish contact with her team inside the Bellas house.

The silence on the other end was unsettling. Communication had cut out only minutes after they’d entered, and she’d been frantically trying to reconnect ever since. No response from Jesse, Amy, Stacie—or even Beca, who was notoriously late on comms. She’d tried every trick she knew, even calling their mobiles. 

Nothing.

Not even Benji was answering. She’d tried calling, texting, FaceTiming him—still nothing.

“They’re gonna make me go in there, aren’t they?” Cynthia Rose muttered, grumbling under her breath as she gathered her courage. “I’m going to have to go in, save their butts, and probably get chomped in some heroic sacrifice. Just great.”

It wasn’t that she was scared of fieldwork, but something about this job set her on edge. The Bellas’ house had a sinister aura that felt different from any other case they’d handled.

Before she could grab her gear, a loud bang made her jump. The van doors flew open, and Benji’s silhouette appeared, his voice booming with urgency.

“THIS IS NOT WHAT IT SEEMS!”

Pitch Perfect SpookFest 

In the stillness of the kitchen, Beca tapped her fingers against her coffee mug, eyeing Chloe as if she held a map that could untangle this confusion. The word “soulmate” still echoed in her head like a distant bell—familiar, yet impossible to grasp.

“Soulmate?” Beca scoffed skeptically. “Really? You expect me to believe that?”

Chloe’s blue eyes sparkled with conviction. “I know what it sounds like, but hear me out, please,” she said gently. “There’s something about you—about us—that pulled me and this house back into your world. Or… I guess I mean this plane of existence.”

“Sorry, what?” Beca asked incredulously. Beca’s eyebrow arched skeptically, but a flicker of unease edged into her gaze. This was supposed to be a normal day, a typical routine. But the more Chloe spoke, the more surreal everything felt. As if a veil had lifted, allowing her a glimpse at something profoundly strange and a thought struck her like a bolt of lightning.

“Oh my god… I cheated on Jesse,” she blurted, her voice panicked.

The redhead placed a calming hand on Beca’s, her voice soft yet resolute. “Beca, it’s okay. You didn’t cheat.”

But Beca pulled her hand back sharply, standing up so quickly that her chair nearly toppled. “What do you mean I didn’t? How could I not have? I remember every detail vividly! The memories are kind of seared into my mind.”

That elicited a chuckle from Chloe, her laugh light yet grounding. “It was… memorable,” she admitted, a small smile pulling at her lips.

“It’s NOT funny, Chlo,” Beca protested, folding her arms tightly over her chest.

“No, of course not,” said Chloe, though she failed to hide her smile.

“It’s NOT!”

Understanding that this was a sensitive subject for Beca, Chloe’s face softened, her expression serious. “No, you’re right. I’m sorry. But I mean it, Becs—you didn’t cheat. What you’re remembering didn’t happen… at least not in the traditional sense.”

She held up her hand to stop Beca from interrupting. “I know what you’re remembering, but it didn’t happen in the traditional sense. It’s why I know we’re soulmates.”

Beca’s expression held a wary disbelief. “You keep saying that. But I mean, we were both there.”

“Okay, so here’s what happened,” Chloe began, her voice patient but laced with an almost mystical undercurrent. “You were slimed with that goo left by Alice…”

“Who?” Beca interrupted.

Chloe gave a small smile. “Alice. She’s… well, she’s kind of the reason I was able to reach you in the first place. I’ll explain her later.” She took a deep breath, recollecting. “So, I left you to shower off the slime and went to grab you some clothes…”

“Couldn’t you have just conjured them up?” Beca said with an eye roll, glancing around the room they were in, a manifestation of Chloe’s world.

This caused the redhead to grin, her eyes dancing mischievously. “I could have, but then you would’ve been naked when you left the Bellas house. Not that I would’ve minded.”

This caused Beca’s cheeks to flush a deep red. She quickly tugged at her shirt. “So, where did these clothes actually come from, then?”

“From you,” Chloe said simply.

“What?” Beca blinked, baffled.

“It’s complicated, but here, time doesn’t work like it does in your world,” Chloe explained, gesturing around them. “These clothes are yours… from the future. One day, you’ll bring them here.”

It was a lot to take in, and Beca was trying to keep up, her face a canvas of confusion. “Still doesn’t explain why I shouldn’t think I cheated.”

This caused Chloe to pause and she looked briefly embarrassed, glancing down at her hands. “I know. I was going to drop the clothes off for you, but you started singing that song. And I… I got a little lost in it.”

“So you stripped naked?” Beca asked incredulously, a mixture of humor and irritation creeping into her tone.

“No!” Chloe exclaimed, though she bit her lip, looking caught. “That’s what I’m trying to explain. Something about the moment you created—it was almost like… like magic. I was just… there, in the shower, with you. It felt like I was pulled to you, naked, without even realizing it.”

“What?”

“The moment you helped create, through no fault of your own, brought me to the shower naked. I didn’t even realize it till you pointed it out. Your voice was so beautiful, that song really does things to me, and I lost concentration and, Voilà,” Chloe waved her hand and she was sitting naked across from Beca.

The petite Ghost Investigator had been taking a sip of her coffee, spit it out at the sudden example of nudity in front of her. After she quit coughing, she sputtered, “Don’t do THAT!!!!”

“Why?” Chloe asked, her expression feigning innocence, “Don’t you like it?”

“That’s—that’s—that’s NOT the point,” Beca stammered indignantly.

“So, Chloe asked, “You do like it?” Beca was sure the redhead had taken an extra deep breath and pushed out her still uncovered chest.

“That’s—that’s not what I’m saying,” Beca, her voice unsure. “It’s… distracting.”

“So you don’t like it?” Chloe’s expression turned mischievous, her gaze dipping down playfully.

Beca’s eyes widened as Chloe seemed to lean forward slightly, her posture more daring. “Could you please put your magnificent breasts away?”

“You think they’re magnificent?” Chloe smirked.

“Of course—I mean yes—I mean, could you put those beauties away? Please!”

“So you do like them” Chloe asked mischievously.

“I never said that,” Beca muttered, feeling her cheeks heat up. “Of course I like them.” She cleared her throat. “Could you, uh, put… those away?”

Laughing unabashedly, Chloe said, “If you want. But what if you were naked, too?” she teased.

“Wha—EEK!” Beca gasped as she looked down, realizing she was now, in fact, without a stitch of clothing.

In an instant, they were back in the bed they’d shared. The softness of the sheets, Chloe’s warmth beside her—it all felt disorientingly real. Chloe’s playful smirk was gone, replaced by a flicker of unease. She closed her eyes briefly, and with visible effort, shifted them both back to the kitchen, clothes restored, the countertop and two steaming mugs grounding them back in the present.

“See?” Chloe said breathlessly, the experience leaving her slightly rattled.

Her eyes wide open, stunned, Beca asked, “What just happened?”

“You thought so hard about us being back in bed that… well, we went back,” Chloe said, her tone surprisingly tender. “It took a lot of effort to bring us back here and keep us dressed this time.”

Shaking her head, Beca stammered, “I wasn’t… Ugh! Fine. I did think I wanted… us, in bed. But that’s beside the point!”

Reaching out and squeezing Beca’s hand, her gaze sincere, Chloe said, “It’s not all on you, Becs. There’s this… pull between us, something I can’t explain. It’s like… an attraction on a soul level.”

Looking at the redhead, the flicker of doubt faded. “And you think that’s because we’re soulmates?”

Nodding earnestly, Chloe said, “There’s more between us than what we see, what we remember. It’s a connection so deep it bends reality, blurs the line between worlds. That’s why I believe we’re soulmates, Beca. Whatever is happening, it brought us together—again and again.”

As Beca felt the words settle into her, the concept somehow grounding her in a way she hadn’t expected. She let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, eyes softening. “Okay… maybe I can get behind that,” she murmured, a smile ghosting over her lips as she felt the truth of it, settling like fate itself.

A dark cloud passed over Chloe’s face, her expression turning uncharacteristically grave. Beca noticed immediately, concern prickling in her chest. “What?” she asked, startled. Up until now, she had thought things were good between them—whatever “good” meant in this surreal reality.

“We’re out of time,” Chloe said, her voice low and serious. “Alice is becoming more unreasonable and unstable than I expected.”

Beca’s brows knitted together. “What does that mean?” she asked.

Chloe’s urgency sharpened. “No time to explain,” she replied. In a blink, the countertop between them vanished, and suddenly they were standing face-to-face. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes!” Beca answered instinctively, surprising even herself with the strength of her conviction. It was true—she trusted Chloe, maybe more deeply than anyone she’d known.

Chloe’s face softened at Beca’s answer, and without another word, she leaned in and kissed her gently. 

Pitch Perfect SpookFest 

Jesse and Amy crept down the hallway, every nerve on edge as they took in the eerie, fire-damaged surroundings. The once-pristine corridor was now scorched and blackened, with walls that looked as though they’d been licked by flames and floorboards charred to a brittle crisp. The air was heavy with the smell of burnt wood, mingling with an unnerving chill that seemed to seep into their bones. Both shone their flashlights forward, but the beams seemed to weaken, as if the darkness itself was devouring the light.

“Why does it smell like a fire just happened?” Amy whispered, her bravado replaced by a deep-seated fear she rarely showed. “Jess, what is going on?”

Jesse swallowed, trying to hide his own terror, though he had no answers. “I don’t know,” he replied, keeping his voice steady. “This place shouldn’t look like this… or smell like this. It’s as if the house is changing around us.”

Their flashlights flickered, casting distorted shadows on the walls. For a moment, it looked like skeletal hands were reaching toward them from within the charred wood, sending shivers down both their spines. Each step they took caused the burnt floorboards to creak loudly, the sounds echoing ominously through the empty hall. It felt like something was lurking just beyond the edge of the light, watching their every move.

Jesse glanced at his psychokinetic energy meter, which vibrated violently in his hand, the readings off the charts. “Amy… I don’t think we’re alone here.”

Amy’s eyes darted back and forth as she aimed her flashlight into the darkened hallway. “I don’t need one of Benji and Stacie’s gadgets to tell me that.”

Jesse’s grip tightened on his particle accelerator. “Whatever’s here, it doesn’t want us around.”

A sudden noise emerged from the shadows, a faint rustling that made Amy’s head snap up.

“What was that?” she whispered, her voice barely audible as if afraid that a louder sound would provoke whatever was lurking in the darkness.

Jesse shone his light ahead, but it barely cut through the gloom. As the beam stretched forward, it fell on the figure of a young woman standing at the far end of the hallway, her gaze fixed intently on them.

“Who’s that?” Amy muttered. “And why’s she dressed like a stewardess?”

Jesse raised the particle accelerator, trying to keep his light steady. The woman’s hollow gaze met theirs, her expression morphing from blank to furious as she snarled, “WHY DOES YOUR BREATH STINK OF EGGS?!”

Amy blinked, startled, before frowning. “No reason to be rude!”

Before they could react, a blast of icy wind swept through the hallway, extinguishing their flashlight beams. They were plunged into near-complete darkness, with only the faint, erratic glow of the energy meter illuminating their faces. A malicious whisper echoed down the hall, low and raspy: “You are NOT wanted here!”

The lights flickered back on just enough to reveal the woman again, only now she was moving toward them with alarming speed. Her features twisted and aged as she approached, her youthful face morphing into a horrific mask, wrinkled and eyeless, with a skeletal grin that stretched impossibly wide. The pristine stewardess uniform shredded into ribbons that floated behind her like ghostly tendrils as she advanced.

“Oh—Shit!” Jesse barely had time to register what was happening before Amy bolted, sprinting down the hall in blind panic. Jesse took off right after her, adrenaline fueling him as he quickly caught up.

“Where—are—we—going?” Amy gasped, her voice choked with fear as they ran.

“I don’t know!” Jesse’s own voice was trembling. “But we need to keep moving. There has to be a way out of here.”

Behind them, the specter gave a furious shriek, her banshee wail slicing through the darkness as she closed in on them. The hallway seemed to twist and stretch, the shadows thickening around them, pressing in like a suffocating blanket.

The once-straight corridor began to distort, bending and shifting in impossible ways. Doors they had passed earlier now seemed to vanish, and new, warped doorways appeared ahead, flickering in and out of view as if the house itself were reshaping to trap them. Each turn felt like they were being funneled deeper into the heart of the house, with no exit in sight.

Their flashlights flickered weakly, providing only brief glimpses of the space around them. In those fractured moments of light, they caught horrifying glimpses of the charred walls now oozing a black, tar-like substance, as if the very structure of the house was bleeding. Shadows danced along the walls, forming grotesque shapes that twisted and reached for them like hungry specters.

Amy looked over her shoulder, catching sight of the ghastly figure hovering just behind them, her hollow eyes somehow boring into them with relentless malice. The air was thick with her wails, now almost drowned out by the sound of crackling flames that seemed to come from all directions. It felt as if the house itself was on fire, reliving some traumatic, consuming blaze.

“This house… it’s a trap,” Jesse shouted, his voice barely audible over the eerie cacophony surrounding them.

They pushed forward, stumbling over splintered floorboards and dodging the grasping shadows. It felt like they were running in circles, but every turn only led them deeper, as if the house itself were alive, feeding off their fear.

Their breaths came ragged, their legs burning from the relentless sprint, yet the specter behind them never seemed to tire, her skeletal grin and eyeless gaze fixed on them as she closed in.

Pitch Perfect SpookFest

Looking at the psychokinetic energy meter, which was blinking wildly, Stacie raised it toward Aubrey. Readings spiked, registering an intense field of energy that Stacie had never seen before around the blonde.

“You’re…not exactly…are you even…?” Stacie trailed off, unsure how to phrase her question. She had encountered spirits before, but this was different—Aubrey was as tangible as the desk in front of her, yet the energy meter suggested something otherworldly.

Aubrey tilted her head slightly, a faint smile playing on her lips. “I’m exactly who I said,” Aubrey answered, her tone both reassuring and mysterious. “You came here for answers, didn’t you? Maybe they’re not the answers you expected, but they’re answers all the same.”

Stacie swallowed, a mix of fascination and unease knotting in her stomach. “So… are you, like, a ghost?”

“Yes, for simplicity’s sake, you can say I’m a ghost,” Aubrey replied, her voice carrying a calm certainty that both reassured and unsettled Stacie. She gently released Stacie’s hand, though the warmth of her touch seemed to linger, comforting yet surreal.

“You can also say I’m… a guide,” Aubrey continued, watching Stacie closely.

“A guide to what?” Stacie asked, rubbing her hand absentmindedly, feeling the tingling warmth where Aubrey had touched her.

Aubrey tilted her head thoughtfully. “Something in this house needs to be found and dealt with. And there are people here who need… reminding.”

“Reminding?” Stacie echoed, intrigued despite the confusion simmering in her mind. “Reminding of what?”

A faint, enigmatic smile crossed Aubrey’s face. “Of who they are, and what they mean to each other,” she replied. She took a step closer to Stacie and, to her surprise, leaned in, planting a soft kiss on her lips.

The sensation was electric, and before Stacie could fully process the feeling, flashes of memories that weren’t hers began flooding her mind. Images of a musical competition appeared, women singing in uniforms that resembled those of flight attendants. She felt Aubrey’s own memories—the nerves, the thrill, and the moment of pure panic when Aubrey, overwhelmed during a solo, vomited in front of the judges.

The images shifted, and Stacie found herself seeing the Bellas house. The Bellas were having a pity party, full of alcohol, candles, and sad music. The captain, a woman named Alice, appeared, her face twisted with cruelty as she berated the others. Stacie felt the tension in the air, the hurt Aubrey had endured. Alice’s temper had always been harsh, but on one particularly dark night, fueled by too much vodka, it turned violent.

In a heart-stopping scene, Stacie saw Alice, wild with anger, throw a bottle at Aubrey, only for a redhead—Chloe—to step in and shielded her friend. The bottle missed its mark, crashing into lit candles nearby. Flames licked up as the bottle shattered, igniting the alcohol-soaked furniture. In a flash, what started as a petty argument spiraled into chaos as the fire began to spread.

The Bellas panicked, each desperately trying to put out the fire, but someone’s drink—a glass of vodka—only fed the flames. Stacie could feel Aubrey’s terror as she and Chloe fought to get everyone out. In the frenzy, they managed to help each girl escape, each one running to safety in the cold night outside.

Only Alice remained. Unconscious from the smoke and too heavy for anyone to carry alone, she lay trapped in the flames. Determined to save her despite everything, Aubrey and Chloe stayed behind, risking their lives. Stacie felt the heat, the weight of Alice’s body, and then a sudden, crushing sensation as the roof gave way above them. A final burst of fire consumed everything.

When the memories faded, Stacie found herself back in the study, her heart pounding. She looked up at Aubrey, who watched her with a calm sadness.

“You died… trying to save her,” Stacie whispered, her voice thick with a new understanding. Aubrey simply nodded, her eyes filled with a distant sorrow.

“We, Chloe and I, are trapped here, with Alice. Which while not the greatest, wasn’t the worst, till something changed. Something about that little alt-girl pulled Chloe and by extension this house, back. I didn’t really understand until you walked into the house. You have a similar pull on me, and me on you, which is why you ended up in my little sanctuary here.” Aubrey said gently, her voice full of love and hope, leaving Stacie with a sense of purpose she hadn’t known she needed.

“Unfortunately, when we were pulled to your plane of existence, the house also brought Alice. She can’t be allowed to escape this place. She’s a poltergeist of truly evil intent.”

Aubrey paused as she sensed something. “We have to go.” The blonde pointed to Stacie’s equipment, specifically the particle accelerator. “Please have that ready. You’re going to need it.” She then stepped forward again and kissed Stacie as the study around them blurred and vanished.

Pitch Perfect SpookFest

Chloe leaned in and kissed Beca, but this was unlike any kiss they had shared before. Their previous kisses had been warm, passionate, filled with love and emotion. But this kiss—it was something entirely different. It was intense, mind-altering, and it left Beca with a rush like nothing she’d ever felt.

As their lips met, Beca’s mind unfolded, opening to Chloe’s memories. Every thought, every feeling Chloe had endured poured into Beca, vivid and unfiltered, giving her access to Chloe’s most painful and defining moments. The memories surged, as though she were experiencing them herself.

Beca suddenly found herself thrust into Chloe’s past, witnessing her junior year in vivid detail. The memories of Alice flooded over her—memories that painted Alice as much more than a bully. Beca could feel the bitterness of Alice’s torment, the sharp, cutting words, and the way she manipulated and terrorized those around her. She saw how Chloe and Aubrey had clung to each other for support, their friendship a fragile shield against Alice’s cruelty. She felt the humiliation they had endured when Alice’s jealous rage erupted during Nationals, shaming Aubrey on a national stage and nearly fracturing their lives.

Then came a memory that seared into Beca’s mind with blistering clarity. She saw Chloe and Aubrey frantically trying to lift an unconscious Alice in a room engulfed in flames. The air was suffocating, filled with heat and smoke. Beca felt Chloe’s desperation as she tried to save Alice from a fire—one that Alice herself had set in a blind fit of rage. Beca could feel Chloe’s horror as they dragged Alice’s limp body toward the door, risking their own lives to save someone who had tormented them.

When the kiss ended, Beca staggered back, her hand pressed to her lips, trying to process the depth of what she had just experienced. One question burst through her thoughts, the horror of it sticking in her throat. “You… you died trying to save Alice? From a fire she started?”

Chloe nodded, her expression somber. “Yes,” she whispered. “Alice didn’t care who she hurt—herself, others—it didn’t matter. When I died, she became something darker. The rage she held became her essence.”

Beca’s mind reeled. “Alice… she’s a poltergeist?” she managed to say.

“Yes,” Chloe replied, her tone heavy. “And she’s dangerous. Right now, she’s bound to the Bellas House, but if she escapes…” Chloe’s voice grew grave. “She’ll bring that rage to everyone—no one will be safe.”

A fierce determination settled over Beca. “Then we have to go and help them,” she said. “And stop her from breaking free.”

Chloe’s eyes softened with a hint of relief, but there was still worry there. “Together, we’ll stop her.”

Pitch Perfect SpookFest

Jesse and Amy continued to scramble down the shadowed hallways of the Bellas house, lungs burning from their relentless pace. Every turn felt more twisted, each hallway stretching farther than it should in a house they knew wasn’t this big.

“There’s no bloody way all these hallways fit in the house we saw outside,” Amy gasped, nearly doubling over from exhaustion.

“I know,” Jesse panted, feeling his own strength flagging. They both needed a break.

“Enough’s enough.” Amy stopped at a door, fumbling with the handle until it gave way. “In here,” she gestured, her voice tight.

Jesse reluctantly followed her into the room, slamming the door behind them. Inside, they found a bedroom that looked like it had once been home to two young women, maybe even two of the Bellas. Posters of ’90s pop stars—N’SYNC, Britney Spears, Backstreet Boys—lined the walls, giving the room an oddly cheerful atmosphere in the otherwise dark house.

“The sheilas in here really loved the nostalgia.” Amy shoved a heavy dresser in front of the door, her face determined. “Don’t you worry, Jesse. Once took on a pack of dingoes. I can take down one twiggy floating bitch.”

“Sure, Amy,” Jesse muttered, his gaze locked on a tall mirror in the corner. Something about it seemed… off. He squinted, and to his horror, he saw a faint image—of the ghostly brunette who had chased them growing in the mirror. Her reflection grew sharper and angrier, her beautiful face twisted into a snarl. Realizing Jesse’s attention was elsewhere, Amy stepped up and looked into the mirror. The apparition seemed to lunge at the two investigators.

The collective scream of Jesse and Amy filled the room as the ghost let out a piercing banshee wail from the mirror. With a deafening crack, the mirror shattered, sending shards flying across the room like shrapnel. Jesse and Amy threw their arms over their faces, but each felt the sting of sharp cuts and slashes as glass tore into them.

“We’ve got to get out of here!” Jesse shouted, heading for the door, Amy right behind. The two worked together and shoved the dresser out of the way, with strength fueled by panic. Jesse grabbed the door handle and yanked it open, but before either of them could exit the room, the door slammed shut with an ominous finality. Taking hold of the door knob again, Jesse tried to open it, but the door refused to budge.

“Just perfect!” Amy muttered, rattling the doorknob in frustration. “You owe me for this, Swanson!”

Jesse threw his hands up defensively. “I didn’t exactly mean for it to go like this!”

An oppressive chill settled over them, thickening the air. The scent of rot and decay filled the room, sickeningly pungent. Jesse’s throat tightened as he realized they weren’t alone.

The ghost was back, and this time she wasn’t holding back. Her dark figure loomed, the stench of decomposition wrapping around them like fog. Her icy hands shot forward, gripping both Jesse and Amy by their throats.

Her touch was frigid, like plunging into a vat of ice water. The cold paralyzed them, rooting them in place. With unnatural strength, the apparition lifted them and slammed them against the wall, their bodies hitting the surface with brutal force. Jesse’s back lit up with pain, and he had to fight to keep from blacking out.

He could hear his own choked gasps as he struggled to breathe, feeling like he was drowning under the weight of her hold. Just as his vision began to blur, he noticed two figures stepping out of the shadows—a familiar face and an unexpected one. Stacie was there, standing beside a tall, poised blonde he hadn’t seen before. On Stacie’s right, two more figures emerged: Beca and a redhead with an intense expression.

Distantly, as though through a wall of water, Jesse heard Beca calling his name. The apparition snarled, distracted by the new arrivals, and threw both him and Amy to the floor. Jesse gasped as he hit the ground, drawing in harsh, grateful breaths as he tried to focus.

He looked up and saw Beca’s clothes had shifted from her usual casual wear to the Ghost Investigations uniform, complete with her particle accelerator. The apparition howled in fury and launched herself toward the group, but the blonde and redhead raised their right hands, palms outward, stopping the ghost mid-air with an unseen force.

Stacie and Beca moved in unison, aiming their particle accelerators at the apparition. Streams of energy burst forth, hitting the ghostly figure and surrounding her in a brilliant, crackling glow. She twisted and thrashed, her shriek reaching an earsplitting crescendo as the energy trapped her, holding her in place.

The apparition responded with a banshee like wail.

Pitch Perfect SpookFest

The wail of the poltergeist knocked Beca and Stacie backwards a couple feet back. Even Aubrey and Chloe were affected by Alice’s attack. The poltergeist darted forward and slashed at Chloe. The redhead cried out in pain, her form shuddering for a second. 

“Chloe!” Beca shouted with worry.

Aubrey stepped in and struck the poltergeist, but Alice shook it off and backhanded the blonde ghost. The hit caused Aubrey to shift in and out of existence.

“Aubrey!” Stacie cried. “You’re going down bitch!”

“We have to hit her again,” said Beca, “together.”

“Together,” agreed Stacie.

The air crackled with charged energy as Beca and Stacie aimed their particle accelerators at the raging poltergeist. The twin beams of energy shot toward’s the ghastly apparition, but Alice moved in ways to avoid the two streams.

Alice’s apparition flickered in and out, shifting through the room with a malevolent force that chilled their very bones. 

Chloe and Aubrey, appeared again nearby and used  their ghostly abilities of controlling this realm of existence to try to bind the poltergeist, but the strain was visible—Alice’s power had grown far stronger than any of them anticipated.

“Stacie, aim for her left!” Beca shouted, narrowly dodging a sharp shard of the broken mirror Alice hurled her way.

“Got it!” Stacie replied, focusing her aim as she unleashed another stream of particles, sending Alice’s form sputtering, but not enough to weaken her.

Retaliating, Alice let out a piercing scream that sent a shockwave through the room, throwing Chloe and Aubrey backwards and through the wall. Beca’s grip tightened on her accelerator as she gritted her teeth, sparing a quick glance to where Chloe had disappeared. She was worried for the redheaded ghost.

She and Stacie fired their particle accelerators again, and this time were able to connect with the poltergeist, though the beams of energy had minimal effect.

Just when it seemed Alice was going to overpower the duel streams of energy, Jesse joined the fight from behind Alice with  his own particle accelerator blazing to life. He had shaken the cobwebs from the apparition’s attack enough to aim at its back. his steady presence tipping the balance. With Jesse’s attack the three Ghost Investigators were able to converge their energy, channeling it into a unified blast.

“Oy! Another ghost,” Amy shouted as she pointed towards where Chloe was coming back through the wall.

“OH SHIT!” Jesse shouted as he redirected his particle accelerator at the redhead. 

“JESSE! NO!” Beca shouted, but it was too late.

With her focus on Alice, Chloe didn’t see the stream of pure energy that hit her. She shrieked in pain. 

With Jesse’s energy stream not focused on Alice, the poltergeist started to break free. The apparition looked like it was going to unleash another wail, but before she could, Aubrey appeared in front of her and covered its  mouth with her hand.

The wail was muffled, and part of its force redirected into Alice.

“JESSE! Would you focus your energy on the threat instead of our ally!” Beca shouted. “JESSE! AIM FOR THE POLTERGEIST!” She shook her particle accelerator to emphasize where her focus was.

“OH—UHH—I didn’t—realize,” he stammered. He brought his energy stream back to Alice.

“Beca!” Stacie called over to her friend. “Click the inhibitor button off on your particle accelerator.” 

“WHAT!?! Didn’t you tell me never to do that? LIKE NEVER!”

“Trust me,” Stacie said. “We need to break its connection to this house. Hurry! Bree can’t take much more.”

Even as Beca flipped the inhibitor button guard open, she could see the blonde was taking a beating. The wail was hurting both Alice and Aubrey. The poltergeist had started to claw at Aubrey’s midsection. 

It looked like Aubrey might not be able to hold, but before she lost her hold, Chloe was there, she slipped her hand between Aubrey’s and Alice’s mouth. She took the brunt of the next wail, and half the slashes from Alice’s claws.

Both Beca and Stacie flipped the inhibitor buttons off on their particle accelerators at the same time. Their streams became torrents of energy.

Aubrey and Chloe cried out in pain as they caught the edge of the energy blasts, but they hung on and kept Alice in place. Jesse turned off the inhibitor on his accelerator. 

The absolute power of the three streams caused Alice to scream in utter agony. Chloe’s and Aubrey’s hands kept the poltergeist’s wail confined and redirected back into Alice. The poltergeist’s figure began to waver and disintegrate, her screams grew louder and louder.

scream reached an unbearable pitch before her form shattered, dissolving into nothingness. 

A final burst of energy sent the humans in the room flying backwards, even as the foundations of the house shuddered. Aubrey and Chloe collapsed to the floor under where they had been floating.

The room fell silent. They’d done it—Alice was defeated.

Scrambling to their feet, Beca rushed to check on Chloe, who was visibly drained while Stacie went to Aubrey.

Jesse took a shaky breath, still trying to process the surreal turn of events, he saw his girlfriend reach the redhead lying on the floor, and called out to her, “Beca.” The moment Beca touched the redhead, they both vanished. He barely noticed the same thing happened to Stacie as she reached the blonde, his full focus was on the disappearance of his girlfriend.

“BECA!”

Pitch Perfect SpookFest

Beca’s eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the soft, sterile light of a hospital room. She glanced around, disoriented, but the instant she spotted Chloe lying in the adjacent bed, she sat up straight. Chloe was hooked up to IVs and surrounded by monitors, looking unusually fragile in her medical gown.

Without hesitation, Beca scrambled out of her bed and crossed the short distance to Chloe’s side, reaching out to hold her hand. The redhead’s eyes drifted open, and she looked at Beca with that familiar warm smile, her eyes twinkling despite the circumstances.

“You know, Beca,” Chloe murmured, “I don’t need a hospital.”

Beca’s brow furrowed in concern. “But you were hurt. You looked like you almost… well, you looked like you almost died.” She swallowed hard, memories of the intense battle flashing through her mind.

Chloe’s smile softened, and she nodded slightly. “I don’t know what’s on the other side,” she admitted, “but I think I was close to finding out.” She squeezed Beca’s hand. “Still, I don’t need a hospital.”

Suddenly, the hospital walls shimmered and faded, and when Beca blinked again, she found herself in a cozy sunroom bathed in warm, golden light. They were seated across from each other at a round café table, with two steaming mugs of coffee between them. Beca arched an eyebrow, a smirk spreading across her lips as Chloe offered her a grin.

“It’s coffee,” Chloe explained, raising her own mug. “I save the hot chocolate for myself.”

Beca took a sip and closed her eyes, savoring the rich, perfect taste. It was heavenly, even beyond the quality of any coffee she’d had before. But once the initial delight passed, her gaze returned to Chloe, her concern reignited. “Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked softly. “Are you sure you don’t need… help?”

Chloe shrugged, though her smile was reassuring. “I don’t know how I re-energize exactly, but I do feel my strength returning. I think it’s because you’re here.”

Beca, on instinct, reached across the table to take Chloe’s hand. Chloe let out a soft, surprised gasp but then smiled. “Yes,” she whispered, a hint of awe in her voice. “Having you here, feeling your presence… it’s rejuvenating. There’s something that ties us together, something powerful.” She hesitated. “I don’t know if ‘soulmate’ is the word, but…”

Beca blushed, but couldn’t hold back her response. “Soulmate is a good word. Let’s use it.”

Chloe nodded, her smile widening. “When I opened my memories to you, I showed you more than my past,” she said. “Some of what you saw… was our future.”

“You tried to shield me from those,” Beca replied, confused. “Why?”

Chloe’s expression turned somber. “Because your life still stretches out ahead of you, Beca. No one should know too much of their own future.”

“But… what if I want to stay with you?” Beca’s voice wavered, a hint of desperation beneath her words.

Chloe’s gaze softened as she caressed Beca’s hand. “We’ll be together when it’s time. But until then, I want you to live. You have dreams, Beca—big ones. You didn’t want to be a ghost investigator. You wanted to be out in California, paying your dues, creating music.” Her voice became wistful. “That’s your passion, your gift. And it’s my wish for you: go and share it with the world.”

“And when I say live Beca, live,” Chloe said softly. “Stacie is going to be going through the same thing. She and my best friend Aubrey are soulmates. Be there for her. Help and care for her,” Chloe said.

“Are you suggesting…?” Beca started.

“You have a long life ahead of you,” Chloe said softly. “Don’t deny yourself life. “It will not change that we are soulmates.”

Beca swallowed, her voice catching. “When… when will I see you again?”

Chloe’s smile was tender but tinged with sadness. “You’ll know when the time comes. You’ll feel it, and then you’ll come back to this house. Both you and Stacie. It’ll be here one last time, waiting.”

Beca’s heart ached as she whispered, “We fit so well together. It’s like we’re one soul. I’ve never felt that with anyone else.”

“I’ll wait for eternity for you,” Chloe replied softly, leaning in to kiss her one final time.

As their lips met, the warmth of Chloe’s presence filled Beca. But when she opened her eyes again, she was standing alone on the street, next to her car, in front of where the Bella’s house had once been.

Pitch Perfect SpookFest

Stacie opened her eyes to find herself back in Aubrey’s study, seated in a high-backed leather chair that felt familiar yet dreamlike. Across from her, Aubrey sat in her own chair, fingers steepled thoughtfully as she gazed down at a chessboard now positioned between them. The pieces were arranged for a fresh game, neither side yet making the first move.

Lifting her eyes to  meet Stacie’s gaze with a calm intensity, Aubrey explained, “I was waiting for you before I made the first move,” she said with a slight smile. “I hope you don’t mind, but I took the liberty of being white.”

Shaking her head with a smile, trying to hold back the flood of emotions this place was stirring in her. Stacie said, “You can go first.”

Nodding in appreciation, Aubrey made her opening move. “Thank you, Anastasia.” Her voice softened, almost wistful. “I wanted one more moment with you before you return to your world.”

Stacie’s face fell. “But this isn’t… the end, is it?” she asked, moving her own piece forward.

Aubrey’s gaze was gentle as she responded, moving a knight across the board. “No, it’s not the end. We’re connected, you and I. But your journey is just beginning, and you need to live it fully.”

“But what about you?” Stacie’s voice held a hint of pleading as she moved a pawn forward.

“Don’t worry about me.” Aubrey’s hand reached out, her fingers warm as they brushed Stacie’s cheek. “For me, it will pass like no time at all. Time here… it’s different. But for you, my love, it will feel like a lifetime.”

“What if I don’t want to wait a lifetime?” Stacie’s voice was defiant as she made another move, capturing one of Aubrey’s pawns but setting up a trap.

Aubrey’s laugh was warm but tinged with sadness. “I know this is hard for you, but you have an incredible life ahead of you. I already see it—the lives you’re going to change, the things you’re going to accomplish.” Her voice held a note of pride. “And someday, we’ll talk about all of it, right here at this board.”

With a tentative smile, Stacie asked, “You really believe in me, don’t you?”

“More than anyone else in the world.” Aubrey’s hand rested on Stacie’s for a moment. “You are extraordinary, Anastasia. You’ll make me proud every day you’re out there living the life I can only dream of now. And I’ll be here, waiting.”

Dropping her voice, a tear slipping down Stacie’s cheek, she asked, “Do I really have to go?”

With a reluctant nod, Aubrey’s eyes misted. “You and Beca will carry a secret that only you two share. It’ll make you close. You’ll be there for each other, through thick and thin.”

Stacie couldn’t help a smirk. “You make it sound like Beca and I’ll be lovers.”

Aubrey’s cheeks turned a faint shade of pink. “I wouldn’t dream of telling you what path to take,” she replied with a smile. “But yes, you’ll need each other. It won’t be the same as what we have, but… you already love her a little, don’t you?”

Blinking in surprise, Stacie felt the truth of Aubrey’s words settle in her heart. “Maybe I do,” she whispered, realizing just how much she cared for the stubborn, brooding Beca.

“When will I see you again?” Stacie asked as she leaned forward. 

“When the time comes, you’ll feel it,” Aubrey assured her. “The house will appear again, just once, and you’ll both know.”

“And what if we miss it?” Stacie asked, worry creasing her brow.

Aubrey gave a warm laugh, tapping her temple. “I already know you don’t. You and Beca arrive at the perfect moment, and we’ll be together again.”

As they continued their conversation, the game progressed quickly, both women lost in their familiar rhythm. They finished the match in just a few minutes. Stacie, ever the strategist, would later claim that the distraction of this bittersweet farewell had cost her the game, though Aubrey was confident in her fair win.

But Stacie wasn’t done strategizing. A sudden thought came to her, and a mischievous smile played on her lips. “You said time works differently here, right?”

Aubrey raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Yes?”

“Good,” Stacie said, and with a sly grin, the study blurred and transformed. When the room steadied, they were no longer seated at the chessboard but lying together in a spacious bed, soft light filtering through unseen windows.

A surprised laugh escaped the blonde as Stacie leaned into her, wrapping her arms around her. “I’m going to need a few more memories of you to get me through a lifetime,” Stacie murmured.

Aubrey’s eyes softened as she pulled Stacie close, her hands gently tangling in the brunette’s hair. “As you wish,” she whispered with a smile, and the two of them shared a long, lingering kiss, a promise wrapped in every touch and every look—a moment Stacie would carry with her forever.

Neither paid any attention to how long they were together, it wasn’t enough, but both were confident it would never be enough.

When the time came, both women were a mix of sadness and hope. With one last kiss Aubrey shimmered, and Stacey found herself standing next to the Ghost Investigators van outside of where the Bellas  house had just been.

Stacie found herself standing alone, gripping her energy meter as it settled back to a normal reading.

Aubrey was gone, but Stacie smiled. She knew that she would see her again.

Pitch Perfect SpookFest

The Ghost Investigators materialized on the street, still reeling from their ordeal. The group was a mix of bruised, battered, and bewildered, each struggling to orient themselves. Jesse and Amy nursed visible injuries, the brutal fight with Alice’s poltergeist having left them worse for wear. Beca and Stacie, however, were wrestling with something deeper—a private ache that had nothing to do with their physical state. They exchanged silent, knowing looks, grounding each other in the midst of this strange return.

Before them lay an empty lot, the space where the Bellas house had stood only moments ago. Now, there was no trace of the house at all.

“JESSE!”

Benji’s voice cut through the stunned silence as he and Cynthia Rose bolted toward the group, still in full gear. Their expressions were full of urgency and concern, ready to rush into a fight that had already ended.

“Benji?” Jesse asked, disoriented. “What just happened?”

“You tell us, Jesse,” Cynthia Rose replied, crossing her arms. “You all went into a house that doesn’t even exist. Benji here figured that out real quick—plus, Barden’s administration has no idea who we are and no record of us being asked to investigate anything.”

“Wait, what?” Jesse frowned, his face clouded with confusion. “We were in there for hours.”

“Not according to the timer,” Cynthia Rose pointed out. “Ten minutes tops.”

“That doesn’t make sense,” Amy said, rubbing her temples. Her head throbbed, the aftermath of Alice’s attack still echoing painfully. “It felt like… a lot longer than that.”

Benji looked back and forth between them, uneasy. “Jesse, the Bellas house was destroyed in a fire in 2010,” he said carefully.

“What are you talking about?” Amy interjected, wincing from her headache.

Benji took a breath. “The Bellas house burned down in 2010. A terrible fire. Two women managed to save nearly everyone, but they died trying to rescue the last member of the Bellas.”

A tense silence fell over the group, each person processing the revelation. Amy’s expression shifted to confusion, then disbelief. “Then who hired us?”

“No clue.” Benji shook his head, worry evident in his eyes.

As the realization settled in, Jesse’s gaze turned frantic, scanning the group. “Is everyone here?” His eyes landed on Beca, and he rushed to her side, his expression softening as he wrapped her in a hug. “I was so worried about you.”

Beca’s arms stayed by her sides, her body stiff. She barely reacted, her face a mask of numbness. Jesse pulled back, worry creasing his brow. “Beca?”

She looked up at him, the pain in her eyes masked by a wall she wasn’t ready to let down. “Can I have some space, Jesse?”

Jesse’s grip tightened briefly, his voice concerned. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Becs…”

Beca’s voice remained calm, but there was an edge to it. “I just need some time and space, Jess. Please.”

“But… what happened in there?” He gestured to the now-empty lot where the house had been, clearly desperate for answers, though continuing to keep ahold of his girlfriend.

“Jesus, Jesse! Give me space!” Beca’s voice snapped, breaking through her calm facade. Her tone was sharp, and Jesse flinched. He opened his mouth to respond, but Beca cut him off. “I need some time, and you’re going to respect that!”

The bite in Beca’s words caused visible hurt, but then Jesse’s face softened as he tried to insist, “I don’t think you should drive…” The tension was palpable between the couple.

“Too bad. I am,” Beca replied, turning toward her car with determination.

“Beca, I don’t want you to be alone,” Jesse tried one last time, his voice laced with worry and helplessness.

Sensing the escalation, Stacie spoke up, “I’ll go with her.” Her voice was calming as she followed Beca to the car.

The petite brunette paused, turning to look at the taller woman. They held each other’s gaze for a moment, silent understanding passing between them. Beca gave a small nod, and the two women climbed into the car.

“Beca—Becaaw?!?” Jesse’s voice was strained, a last attempt to hold onto her.

“Bye, Jesse,” Beca said, her voice quiet but resolute. There was a finality to her goodbye. She shut the door, and the engine hummed to life. Without a backward glance, Beca drove away, leaving Jesse standing in the street, his heart weighed down with unanswered questions and the unsettling emptiness left by the disappearance of the Bellas house.

Pitch Perfect SpookFest

Eighty years later…

Eighty years had passed since the night of the Bellas house, yet the memories lingered as vividly as ever in Beca Mitchell’s mind. As the limousine came to a soft halt and the door opened, she waved off the driver with a sharp look.

“Don’t you dare get out and help me,” she warned. “The day I need help getting out of a car is the day they can bury me.”

Even in her old age, Beca was as fiercely independent as ever. She had let her hair go naturally silver and never entertained the thought of cosmetic work, maintaining a timeless, grounded beauty that still caught people’s attention. Stepping out, she stretched her back, her movements slower but marked with a kind of strength she had earned over a lifetime.

“You can go,” she told the driver. “I won’t be needing your services anymore.” The driver hesitated but obeyed, the limousine easing back into the street and disappearing around the corner.

“As grumpy as ever, I see, Mitchell,” a voice came from beside her.

Beca turned, her face softening as she took in the sight of Stacie Conrad, the woman she had spent nearly her entire life with. “Can it, Conrad. I’m not in the mood for teasing from a giraffe like you.”

“Love you too, Shorty.” Stacie chuckled, towering over her even with the faintest hint of a stoop. She pulled Beca into a careful hug, both of them aware of how fragile age had made them. They shared a soft kiss, and Beca let herself smile. “Missed you the last few days,” she admitted. “I heard you finally stepped down from your position at Stanford.”

Stacie gave a little shrug, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Running a department gets tiring after a few decades.” She met Beca’s gaze. “Saw the news—you sold your company and poured the whole lot into that trust for music and arts. The Chloe Beale & Aubrey Posen Foundation has a nice ring to it.”

“It does, doesn’t it?” Beca agreed, a trace of emotion in her voice. “It felt wrong to let them be forgotten, and they both loved music so much. Scholarships, endowments… It felt right to keep their passion alive.”

Stacie smiled, giving her wife’s hand a gentle squeeze. “Great minds think alike.”

The two stood quietly together, taking in each other’s presence. Beca looked over Stacie, who had aged gracefully, her hair a soft brown with a single streak of gray, something Beca often teased her about but secretly adored. Stacie, in turn, looked at Beca, noticing the mix of excitement and worry etched on her face.

“You ready for this?” Stacie asked, her own voice barely masking a tremor.

“I’m scared,” Beca admitted softly. “What if Chloe thinks I betrayed her? What if I misremembered, or heard her wrong?”

“You didn’t,” Stacie reassured her. “Aubrey gave me the same message all those years ago. They knew we’d need each other. They love us that much.”

“I still love you,” Beca said, her voice barely above a whisper. “What if Chloe senses that, and it hurts her?”

Stacie’s hand continued to hold Beca's, she gave it a gentle reassuring squeeze. “Chloe already knows,” she replied. “And she’d be glad.”

Beca took a shaky breath, still feeling the weight of a lifetime’s worth of love, guilt, and joy. But before she could second-guess herself again, Stacie leaned over and kissed her, silencing her doubts.

“Let’s go in and see our girls,” Stacie murmured. She raised an eyebrow. “Do you think Aubrey and Chloe would be into swapping partners?”

“STACIE!” Beca shot her an incredulous look, but couldn’t stop a smile from creeping onto her face. She rolled her eyes. “And yes.”

“Think they’d be up for a foursome?” Stacie grinned, pushing her luck.

“STACIE!” Beca’s shout was half-scandalized, half-laughing. After a pause, she added softly, “Also yes.”

They stopped at the door, standing face-to-face as Beca reached up and pressed a kiss to Stacie’s lips. “I’ll see you on the other side,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Stacie smiled, leaning down to return the kiss. “See you on the other side.”

They stayed like that for a long moment, their hands entwined, their breaths mingling. The life they’d built together was more than either had ever expected. Despite all the trials, they’d made it through together, and in that moment, Beca felt the overwhelming certainty that Chloe would understand—and love her all the more for the happiness she had shared with Stacie.

Stacie was the first to reach for the door, her hand gripping the knob. She looked back at Beca, her gaze warm, and together they crossed the threshold into the Bellas house.

As they stepped inside, everything felt like it had when they were young—the warmth, the thrill, the sense of home. The air held a familiar scent, one they hadn’t realized they’d missed, and a soft light glowed from down the hallway, leading them forward. There was no need to speak; both women understood what lay ahead.

And then, in an instant, the house vanished from sight, leaving nothing but an empty lot. The Bellas house had returned to take them home.

Pitch Perfect SpookFest

Blinking, Stacie found herself once again in Aubrey’s study. Across the familiar chessboard sat the blonde, looking exactly as she remembered her.

Glancing down at her hands, Stacie marveled at the smoothness of her skin, the youthful strength and vitality that filled her. Honestly were the age spots, and the arthritc pain that had bothered her the last few years. The wear and tear of decades had slipped away like an old coat.

“I’ve missed you, Anastasia,” Aubrey greeted her, voice soft and warm, her eyes shining with the affection of a lifetime.

“I’ve missed you too,” Stacie whispered, standing from the leather chair and crossing over to Aubrey. Without a word, she sank into her lap, wrapping her arms around her love. They shared a kiss, and in that moment, the study began to shimmer, dissolving into soft light.

When the shimmer cleared, they were lying together in a sunlit bed, the scent of the ocean wafting in through an open window. Waves crashed gently in the distance, filling the room with a peaceful rhythm that seemed timeless.

“I’ve missed you so much,” Stacie murmured, pulling Aubrey close and kissing her deeply.

Smiling with all the love and warmth she could bestow, Aubrey allowed her fingers to trace along Stacie’s cheek. “Now we have eternity,” she said, her voice a promise that filled Stacie’s heart with a warmth she had missed so very much. In each other’s arms, they were finally home, forever.

Pitch Perfect SpookFest

Beca blinked, finding herself seated at a small table in her favorite coffee shop in New York. She recognized it immediately—the same place she’d discovered in her thirties when she was hustling through early mornings and late nights in the music industry. It looked just as she remembered, bustling with people and filled with the smell of freshly brewed coffee. A steaming cup sat in front of her.

Confused, she glanced around, only to catch a glimpse of herself in a decorative mirror on the wall. She looked young, somewhere in her twenties again, her face unlined and her dark hair just a little unruly, the way she’d worn it years ago.

“Excuse me,” said a familiar voice, soft and filled with warmth. Beca looked up, her breath catching as she met the bright blue eyes that had filled her dreams for the past eighty years.

“Wha…?” She felt momentarily lost, words failing her.

The redhead gave a playful smile. “I said, excuse me,” she repeated. “All the tables are full, and I was wondering if I could share this one with you?”

Beca awkwardly stood, gesturing to the seat across from her. “Of course,” she said, her voice a little shaky.

“Chloe? What’s going on?” Beca asked, glancing at her with a mixture of wonder and confusion.

Chloe leaned in, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “Role play,” she whispered. “Just go with it.” Then, in a louder voice, she said, “My name’s Chloe. Chloe Beale.” She held out her hand, smiling.

“Uh—Mitchell, Beca Mitchell,” Beca replied, taking Chloe’s hand in hers, feeling the warmth of it, as real as she remembered. She felt a rush of emotions, her heart pounding as she relived that spark from so long ago.

“It’s nice to meet you, Beca Mitchell,” Chloe said, her voice filled with the warmth and sincerity that Beca had fallen for all those years before. Chloe’s gaze wandered around the shop. “This place is amazing.”

“Yeah,” Beca said, finding her voice. “I used to come here all the time. It always reminded me of someone special.” Her voice softened, filled with emotion. “I always wanted to bring her here someday.”

“That’s so sweet,” Chloe said, her eyes shimmering. She reached across the table, taking Beca’s hand in hers, grounding her with that familiar touch. “What do you do, Beca Mitchell?”

Beca smiled, the old thrill coming back as if she were falling in love for the first time. “Well, until recently, I was the President and CEO of Ti-22 Entertainment. But really, at my core, I’m just… a musician. That’s all I ever really was.”

“That sounds incredible,” Chloe said, as if hearing it for the first time, her eyes bright and eager. “Tell me all about it.”

“It’s… a long story,” Beca replied, feeling her heart swell.

“Good,” Chloe said, squeezing her hand gently. “Take your time. We’ve got eternity.”

The busy coffee shop faded around them as they sat together, hand in hand, ready to pick up where they’d left off, with all the time in the universe.

The End

or

The Beginning 

(It gets confusing in eternity)