Scooby Doo And The Witch's Ghost: Ben Ravencroft Novels & Stories

*What does that mean,* Colt practically roars. “His name is Hans Hendricks. And… oh damn it! I had my suspicions it could’ve been him when someone mentioned his hat,” Ben says, rubbing his temple. I move with all I have to get in his face, but hands quickly hold me back. I already know it's Godfrey. Several of the witches gasp when Ben holds up something on his phone, and it only pisses me off more. Just come out with it!!

Except for a definition of a parent in an old school crimson gown, status quietly. In her proper hand, she held a small knife, shining sharply. On her left hand turned into a small bottle, the obvious supply of the aroma. "Could it be... You're the 'Witch'?" "Be careful...... That outfit and fragrance, I don't forget them!!" The parent approached the pair slowly. Raven and Isabella raised their alert. Then the "Witch" acted unexpectedly. Though slower than a vampire, she turned into nonetheless a whole lot extra agile than Raven.

I asked, my voice steady, but filled with care, “Do you want to say something? Do you need anything?” He nodded again, his lips still quivering. Finally, he managed to say a few words. “Al–Alpha–Van. She…,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. My ears strained to hear what he was trying to say, so I leaned in closer. “What is it, buddy?” “She was… here” he whispered. “Wi–witch.” My heart raced even faster as I processed his words. She was here? Witch? The door suddenly burst open. Doctor June rushed in, shutting the door behind her. She leaned against the door and shot a quick glance around the room, and at Bryan before settling on me.

Lance took her hand in his and clasped it with both hands, but didn’t raise it to his lips. “Yes, thank you for coming so quickly.” Then, Lance turned to me. “This is Raven, and she possesses the gift of magic.” “She’s a witch,” I said, nodding my head, wondering what other supernatural creatures might walk through the door next. “Yes,” she said, circling me slowly as a cat would size up a mouse. “And you are?”