It was supposed to be a simple night out. After a long day of paranormal activities at a local college, The Ghostbusters of NJ decided to unwind with a hearty meal at Texas Roadhouse in Hamilton, NJ. Because nothing says “job well done” quite like a basket of warm rolls and a well-earned steak.

The local ghostbusters enjoy their meal
Left front to back : Sam, [REDACTED], Ian.
Right front to back: Scoopy, Myke, Bill.

But fate (or something far spookier) had other plans.

Just as they were settling in, happily debating the finer points of ectoplasmic residue over a basket of cinnamon butter-laden carbs, management approached the table with an urgent request. It seemed the restaurant had been experiencing some… unusual disturbances. Staff reported flickering lights, an overwhelming scent of hay, and the unnerving sound of distant mooing. Guests swore they saw shadowy horns drifting through the kitchen, and the cooks were refusing to enter the freezer alone.

The culprit? A full-blown Class 6 bovinae apparition.

Given that the Ghostbusters were already on-site (and conveniently in arm’s reach of a pitcher of sweet tea), the decision was made to handle the situation then and there. They retrieved their gear from the parking lot, much to the delight of the surrounding diners, and got to work.

The entity—a spectral longhorn with a penchant for spooking servers and knocking over condiment trays—put up a bit of a fight. It phased in and out of visibility, causing a brief moment of chaos when it stampeded directly through the peanut barrel. But the team, ever the professionals, managed to wrangle the ghostly beast into a containment unit with minimal damage (if you don’t count the overturned basket of fries).

With the disturbance handled and the restaurant finally at peace, one might assume that the Ghostbusters were rewarded for their bravery with a complimentary meal, or at least a discounted appetizer. Alas, in a final twist of injustice, the team received no compensation for their trouble—and were, in fact, required to pay for their own dinner in full.

“Who ya gonna call?” Apparently, someone with a better dining rewards program.