Scooby Doo Haunted House Hang-up Novels & Stories

“Abby, I got the gloves you wanted,” My mom hollered from downstairs and I heard her coming up the steps. I turned to Damien and whispered to him in a small panic, “You have to hide!” He only smiled at me and then vanished into thin air, just like the small demon who appeared earlier had done. I was still sitting on top of my bed in the fetal position when my mom knocked on my door, “Can I come in?” “Uh, sure,” I answered hesitantly and with a shaky voice, my mind was still spinning trying to comprehend just what the hell happened in front of me.

Andrew did not need her signal to understand the situation—he slowly looked up to see a grotesque face with no pupils and a twisted neck hanging less than three feet above their heads. Andrew's eyes widened in shock, but he made no sound. After carefully avoiding the dangling hair, he led Chantelle back into the passage. This Night Hag was clever, having blocked the passage exit completely. Escape was impossible now that its hanging hair had sealed off the corridor entrance, and any significant movement would cause the creature to attack immediately. "What do we do?" Chantelle whispered once they returned to the chamber. Andrew pondered for a moment before shaking his head, indicating he had

he mutters. “Let us go then," he says. We then enter the main haunted house, and lord..it is scary as hell! The wind howls outside, rattling the windows and sending a chill through the air. The rooms are dark and musty, the wallpaper peeling away from the walls. Cobwebs hang from the ceiling, swaying in the draft. A floorboard creaks somewhere above, and a shadow flickers across the wall. In the corner of the room, a candlestick flickers, casting ominous shadows.

] [Poltergeist: My whole world just got wrecked! [The Hungry Dead: Forget this food. Lemme hug Granny for safety!] I snickered at their dumbstruck faces and slowly made my way down. “Look at yourselves! Why are you all hanging around here? Get on with your business! “Chloe, keep that coat on. Don’t catch a cold! Hungry boy, are you hungry again? Come on, let’s head downstairs. I’ll fix you some hot pickled cabbage soup! “And you!” I pointed at the poltergeist.

“Ready for round two, princess? Because we’re nowhere near done with you.” Harper propped herself up on her elbows, trying to look defiant even though her legs were still shaking. “Round two? Bold of you dead guys to assume I’m not tapping out. I have a reputation to uphold as a professional skeptic.” Before she could say anything else, the ghosts lifted her again. This time they held her completely suspended in the air, a few feet above the bed, her body hovering horizontally. Harper yelped in surprise, instinctively grabbing at nothing. “Hey! Warning next time! I’m not a fucking piñata!”

Simon, who was half unconscious and naked was hanged upside down in his room swinging to and fro. This made Sky have goosebumps and quickly ran to untie him as it was too good to be true.

All I have to do is ignore them, and I'll be fine. -------------------------------- "I really hate being in the library." Hilary complained. They were sent to the library to research about the history of their town through old newspaper articles. "Shut up, and help us. Come on." Henry, her twin brother said. "Hey, guys. Look at this." Xavier found a news article dated thirty years ago." Xavier announced. Everyone gathered around him, except for Landon. "Young boy found dead at the boy's locker room?" Olga read title of the headline.

What are you taking me for? Lacey chortled out loud. She covered her nose and took a few steps backward, keeping a fair distance away from him. "You can think whatever you want, but we're through. And you should stop bothering me again." In my past life, Xavier had been very easily swayed by Lacey and convinced to help her throw me off the roof to my death. It was obvious that he was simply obsessed and even infatuated with her. So, in this life, of course, he also wasn't going to take her flimsy excuse to break up.

The doll facing up, it's nose gone and the dress on its body completely in tatters. Sue steps back, eyeing the doll speculatively. Tara turns to look and then tuts. "Isn't that always the start of a horror movie when you just move into a new house? The discovery of a haunted doll?" Sue laughs but then nods. "Better not risk it right? Next one please." They laugh, neither of them picking up the doll from the floor and leaving the room, not wanting any form of horror in their lives that's just starting to set as they want it to.

When she came across the Dodge Ram, Bryce was hanging by his feet from the tree that was next to it. Upon closer inspection, she discovered long thin scratches across the body of the pickup truck. Dawn traced them with her fingers and paused when they ended at a bloody hook dangling from a wing mirror. “Oh, crap”, she breathed. She was fully aware of the legend…of the multiple urban legends of the Hook Man. She hoped that this was a macabre coincidence and not the vengeful spirit coming out to play. ~0~