Scooby-doo Ghost Truck Novels & Stories

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.

I was making a delivery to a rural village when a mob of villagers suddenly swarmed my truck. They surrounded the vehicle, pried open the cargo hold, and started looting everything inside. “We hit the jackpot this time! A whole truckload of flour! This is enough to feed everyone for ages! Grab it!” The cargo door was forced open, and white sacks spilled all over the ground. The villagers went insane, snatching my cargo like starving wolves. They divided it up without the slightest hesitation. I was pinned to the ground, my mouth clamped shut by someone’s hand. All I could do was watch as they stripped the truck clean. But what I was transporting wasn’t flour at all. It was a highly r

Everything about that bus screamed 'money'. 'What a sumptuous bus this is. I wonder how its interior is?' He couldn't help but admire the fine grand bus which was colored in red. After all, this was his old habit. To appreciate the beauty no matter if it belonged to a person or even a thing. Suddenly, the glass of one of the windows of the other bus slid open, and someone emerged out of it. "Aye! Yooo!! If it isn't the poor and miserable Ghost Busters team!? Eh!?" A guy with black hair tied in a ponytail with a patchy beard came into everyone's view as they heard his mocking voice.

I am going to torture and kill this piece of shit. Once we arrive at the abandoned factory, Ghost gets off his bike to open the back of the van to be kicked on the head. I can’t help but laugh as Rover jumps out of the van and starts running naked. I watch with my arms crossed as Ghost curses, removing his helmet and running after Rover. If he weren’t going to die today, he would’ve just signed his mortuary needs. Kicking Ghost is something no one has ever stayed alive to tell the tale. “You could stop fucking laughing and help me carry this piece of shit inside,” he says as he walks past me with Rover over his shoulder with his ass exposed to the world to see.

As she considered her appearance, she wondered if anyone would stop with her looking such a fright. She didn’t know how long she waited out there, but finally someone came along in an extremely large truck – an eighteen-wheeler. The driver was hauling a trailer that said, Getter Done Trucking, on the side. The truck was obnoxiously loud as the driver put it in park. She would have stood, but she just didn’t have the strength.

A grey pick up truck halted metres away from a 10 foot tall rotten old gate. It had cobwebs and all kind of nasty stuff on it as it guarded a one storey tall house behind it. The house was a perfect example of a haunted house. It had cobwebs literally everywhere. The windows that were shut close. The roof. Everywhere! Five teenagers were seated inside the truck - three guys and two girls - who were there for one thing. Adventure. "Okay, guys. We're here." Mark, the guy in the driver seat turned and spoke to the rest sitting in the back seat.

She vanishes from sight and her pursuer, panting, face reddened and twisted, curses. .... I'll gut you, Jenkins.... As he crosses the stream of traffic, cars honk and swerve, sirens screech and then, just dodging a taxi, he turns to see the truck bearing down on him. A twenty-wheeled monster, its driver has no chance. Wheels screech, leaving a black trail etched on the road, but the fender catches him square on, pulling him down and beneath as twenty tons of screeching metal rolls over.

His deep, protective growl makes me pull my arms and legs in and cover my mouth. Fear settles into my chest, making my heart constrict. Could rogues have gotten onto pack territory? Dark witches? Werebears? Where are the pack guards? I move my hand away from my nose and try to breathe the scent of the intruder. Rusty iron and mud assaults my senses. What the Hell? No one smells like that. Marco looks up and lets out a snarl that rumbles the truck. It’s cut short as a giant clawed hand grabs him by the back of the neck and yanks him out of the bed of the truck into the night.

Amanda tried to copy her decency, she craned her neck, as she skimmed her carefully. Mercy tittered and gushed. “don’t worry I will teach you.” She crooned Angela could barely hear them, her eyes looked at the stairs, she barely paid attention at them. She waited for them eagerly. they walked in; Melina marched on her hounds making a sharp click-clack as they walked down the stairs. Mercy looked mortified as she spoke to them. ‘‘it’s my mom, she loves wearing hounds, you will get used to the sound.’’ Her face said it all; she was pissed with that atmosphere; it must be really eating her up.

“Good. I could never go close to that fucking thing. So it wouldn't know what hit it until later?” A snort filled the room. “Dr. Janet intends to give his gifts to a much more co-operative subject.” “From man to werewolf and werewolf to man. That's fucking terrifying, bro. Think she'll test it on us first?” _____________ The truck came out of nowhere. I heard it before I saw its enormous engine heading towards my direction. I turned toward it, noticing how wide the driver’s eyes got. “Oh, shit!” His mouth moved hurriedly. I could see how hard he tried to march brake, but the road was wet, the distance was wrong, and I had just enough time to think that this was going to hurt—