Scooby-doo Ghost Truck Novels & Stories

"Forget about him. He'll be driving, and we'll be in the back doing our thing. If that's not exciting enough for you, I'll tell him to pull over so he can join in…" "What are you talking about?" I hissed, covering his mouth. Truckers—especially the long-haul guys—had a habit of talking dirty to pass the time, but I couldn't believe he was saying such things about me. I was mortified. Yet, despite the shame, the image Dylan planted in my mind began to take root. Two strong men, one in front, one behind… I pressed my hands against my burning cheeks, forcing the thoughts away, and hurried to finish packing.

The alleyway behind the brownstone was a wind tunnel of swirling white and jagged shadows. The '74 Ford truck sat idling, its exhaust a thick, grey plume that smelled of leaded gasoline and desperation. In a world of silent electric engines and satellite-tracked navigation, the Ford was a prehistoric beast—a loud, clanking dinosaur that didn't have a single microchip for the "City of Stone" to hijack. Ethan threw the "Go-Bag" into the truck bed and shoved Leo into the center of the bench seat. "Stay low, Leo. Eyes on the floorboards. Don't look at the lights."

After work, Trista drove out to the Shadowfangs alone. Since she didn't have an appointment, she parked at the gates, trying to come up with a halfway decent excuse to get inside. Just then, a beat-up pickup truck—the kind used by scrap metal haulers—pulled up slowly. Two middle-aged guys hopped out and walked straight toward her car. Trista checked the time. It wasn't even 7:00 PM yet. Since she saw trucks like this in her neighborhood all the time, she didn't think much of it at first.

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

Before he could complete what he was going to say he was pulled aside. "Stay out if the road or you will be crushed under a truck." She rolled her eyes while Hyun glanced at the big truck. "Is that the parent of the small monster which we saw earlier?" He questioned her as he saw the monster passing near them. Was not it strange that these monsters had their own lights which were nothing like those which were used by humans three hundred years ago. Moreover no one seemed to be scared of these giant monsters. His brain started hurting but then his stomach growled as he smelled something. He did not know how much he walked but right now he was at a place that looked like a carnival.

Of her heart continued walking through its alarming frantic beating, she might discover herself suddenly dead from a heart attack. " My name is Zach and my memories are foggy, that is the only thing I can remember about myself. " the ghost replied " What are you doing here. " Maisie asked " I don't know. One minute I was seating in a food court the next I was here. " the ghost shrugged as he settled down back on the couch which he got up from when the owner of the house he was staying in shouted that he should show himself. She straightens as she continues her questioning. " what are you. "