“WHISPERS IN THE WEST”

Sirens in the distance, blue lights in the rain

Phoebe standing frozen with the weight of all the pain

One shot changed everything, nothing feels the same

Now the whole world’s watching while they whisper her name

Empty firehouse shadows, echoes down the hall

Ghosts aren’t always monsters sometimes they’re the fall

Los Angeles calling from the other side

Saying “Something’s waking up… we need you tonight”

Ecto rolling westbound through the neon haze

Haunted by the memories she cannot escape

Hollywood illusions hiding something real

A curse beneath the backlot no one thought to feel

And the whispers keep calling in the dark

Through the static and the sparks

Every scar becomes a mark

Of the ghosts inside your heart

We are the West Coast Ghostbusters

Fighting shadows in the night

Broken souls beneath the sirens

Still learning how to survive

From the backlots down to Santa Monica skies

Every ghost we trap reminds us we’re alive

And even when the darkness says we’ll never heal

We keep the proton fires burning

Because the pain is real

Universal lot sleeping under ancient spells

Prop house doors opening straight into hell

Old book glowing with a name burned black

“Willow” calling softly from the other side back

“She hears the whispers…” written on the page

Something old and angry waking from its cage

Phoebe hears the voice saying “You remember his face…”

Every word dragging her back to that place

Winston trying hard to keep the team together

Teaching her that leadership survives the pressure

Silver cracking jokes just to hide the fear

Matthew chasing legends saying “Something’s here”

Jazzman driving fast through the midnight glow

Dave saying “I got a bad feeling bro”

Every call getting darker than before

And the thing in containment wants out once more

Now the city lights flicker red

Like the ghosts inside our heads

Every step we take instead

Leads us deeper to the dead

We are the West Coast Ghostbusters

Fighting shadows in the night

Broken souls beneath the sirens

Still learning how to survive

Through the fear and through the static in our minds

We keep crossing every line

Just to save one more life

And even if the darkness says we’ll never heal

We keep the proton fires burning

Because the pain is real

There’s no sleep in California

Not when ancient voices rise

Not when ghosts crawl through the silence

And hide behind your eyes

Phoebe standing in the lab alone

Hearing whispers through the cold

Trying not to lose herself

Trying not to lose control

And Willow waits…

Inside the pages

Inside the dark

Inside the rage

We are the West Coast Ghostbusters

Last line standing in the storm

Holding onto what is human

When the world becomes deformed

From New York streets to Hollywood decay

Every ghost we face takes part of us away

But we still rise when the city needs a light

With proton streams across the sky tonight

We are the West Coast Ghos