Ghost Scooby-doo Novels & Stories

I can imagine him saying it in that deep, syrupy voice of his while he stares me down with those piercing eyes. “All done,” Daisy says. “Why don’t we put on a show while it dries? Does that sound like a good idea?” I ask her as I start to pick up the paints and put them away. She nods as I usher her to the bathroom to wash the paint off her hands. “Can we watch Scooby-Doo?” she asks, stretching her arms overhead. “Of course we can. You know, that was my favorite cartoon when I was younger too, and my mom’s. That’s where she got my name.”

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.

“Is it about your werewolf friend?” Ghost sighed. “Well, he’s not the only one...” He trailed off. Scar’s eyes snapped in his direction. It took a moment, just a moment for him to comprehend the implication, and then he watched as Ghost’s eyes changed color, from bluish-grey to a glowing amber. His jaw dropped, his mouth gaped open...

Skye said, "I'm beginning to think she's different from us." Just as Rowen was about to speak, a hand slapped his shoulder from the shadows. He squealed, yelling, "Ghost!" Mobius chuckled. "It's me, not a ghost." Rowen shot back, "Trying to give me a scare?" Mobius replied, "You two, out. Don't ruin the mood."

They were on the last train for the day, and it was also a rush hour,the two of them were crammed up against the window there. Gianna looked out the window, and suddenly, for a split second, her eyes glazed over! Scott's head was right in front of her, and she moved his head out of the way, desperately looking out. Scott murmured."What is it?" Gianna's face was horrified, "I think I just saw a ghost!" Scott frowned: "Are you kidding me?There's no such thing as ghosts." But Gianna was sure of what she saw. She saw someone who was supposed to be dead.

I chuckled and made my way to the door. ‘’Are you going looking like that?’’ ‘’Yeah, why not?’’ ‘’You’re going to scare kids on the street, your hair looks terrible, you look like the yetti monster from that kids cartoon, uhm.. which one was it again? yeah! Scooby-Doo. Here, put this on’’ She tossed me a scarf that was lying on the floor next to her, it was the scarf I had on from earlier this morning but the scarf only made it halfway through so I bent down to pick it up. I tied it around my head and adjusted my top a bit.

But I could see that Wynona wouldn't be dissuaded any time soon. "What about joining the Scooby-Doo Gang?" I said. Ruthie laughed. Zander didn't. "Come on," I practically begged. "We're on the same team. And they already know about all this freaky supernatural stuff-- Oh my gosh!" I pressed a hand against my head. "Dang it! I forgot about Dr. Frankler." Zander's eyebrows drew together in confusion. "I was wondering about that. Didn't you get my texts?" I took out my phone and scrolled through the messages. There were several from both Zander and the doctor.

By the time Richard arrived, the funeral was almost over. Everyone who had come to say goodbye was gone. Only I remained. I wanted a little more time with Chloe. She'd always been clingy. And she was afraid of the dark. "Richard, see? I told you Selena was lying. If this were really a funeral, why is nobody here? This is obviously another stunt to get you to come home." Grace's voice cut through the silence. Richard's face darkened.

“The boss owns most of this mountain. I can’t think of a place close enough for the boy to go to with those fish. Not unless we have squatters. If so, the boss ain’t going to be happy.” “Perhaps we should tell Mike of this. He should know if there are squatters or at least send some men to investigate.” Jackson nodded and offered his arm for her to hold while they made their way back up the path toward the camp. Things were just not adding up. Once again, he felt that eerie chill up his spine. Memories of the skeletons of the murder victims filled his head. He was eager to get back to the ranch and away from that creepy place.

The silence was deafening, broken only by the sound of their footsteps and the occasional distant howl. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows, its eyes glowing with malevolent intent. It was a rogue werewolf, its body twisted and corrupted by dark magic. The creature let out a chilling growl, and more shadowy figures appeared, surrounding the clan members. "We've been ambushed," Seraphina hissed. "Prepare for battle!"