Scooby Doo Haunted House Hang-up Novels & Stories

All centered around an elevated beanbag chair, and wall-mounted tube TV. At first, we found it in a game of hide and seek. Nothing more than an extension cord running along the ceiling rafters for the bunny eared screen and tape player with a single VHS tape; loaded with Scooby-Doo movies. I can’t say our ever expanding collection of cartoon classics was how I learned English, but I can’t say it didn’t help either. So many hours spent. Too many nights we’d just pass out rather than find our way back to our beds.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she slammed her fist against the glass, not to escape, but to warn me. She wasn't pointing at the creature. She was pointing at me. I followed her frantic gesture, looking at the window again. I looked at the glass, but I didn't see her reflection. I saw mine. But the reflection wasn't mine. It was the face of the portrait. The room began to shake. The walls of the Master Suite groaned, the wood warping and twisting like agonized flesh. I realized then that the dare wasn't a game. It was a harvest. The Blackwood Estate didn't just haunt people; it cycled them.

" Sofia brought her handkerchief to her nose, crying again. The funeral was long and dull, Luz followed exhausted over Leon's lap, Diana had stayed, since it was her husband's funeral. "Take us home, then I'm going to the company, I still have time," orders Scooby who obeyed. As soon as he arrived, he woke up Luz and she made her way inside the mansion without protesting or complaining, she was exhausted, the Hatawhay's bad energy was really degrading. Leon and Scooby made their way to Insury, they had business to attend to.

"Just don't be afraid of me. If it bothers you, don't look." With those words, he seemed to dissolve into a thick stack of black fog. His face peered from the center and took on a horrifying, almost demonic appearance, with glowing red eyes and elongated features made of the same fog. Emily opened her mouth in a silent scream, but the only sound that emerged was an almost inaudible squeak. "Don't look," he commanded, his voice sounding like a haunted howl of wind. "Hold on tight," he instructed as the group barreled through the line of werewolves and into the night.

It was a scream the kind that summons every sleeping soul, begging it to awaken and witness the nightmare with her. She stumbled backward, clutching the curtain as if to draw it shut and shield her from the horrific image. But it was too late. The scene was etched in her memory: Sid, a lifeless doll, hanging in death, his head bowed, his blood soaking the seat and cascading down the stone passage like a river of hell.

Cricket After putting a pot of coffee on to brew, Pearl led me to the back of the gigantic ranch house, where she pushed on a wall panel and a door popped open. “Oh, my word, you have a Scooby Doo door?” I breathed out. Pearl chuckled. “I’ve never heard them called that, but that’s what I’m calling them from now on.” “Them? There are more than just this one?” “I have six Scooby Doo doors. Never know when we gotta hide a Saint from a sinner.”

He wanted to make sure whether or not it was being worn by a person, but the only thing he saw was the hook of the hanger that was on the clothes rack. Once again, he lowered the flashlight, and this was when he thought it best to run away. Below the polo shirt he saw that there was a long black skirt… But there were no feet! To be continued… ++++++++++++ This haunting seems to get more and more intense as we go along, dear reader. Make sure to come back to The Supernatural Spa to find out what happens next. So until next time, this is your Storyteller, The Diwata saying... Goodnight and fare thee well...

Jake thrust his head back before turning to find a tall hooded figure suddenly standing next to him. He quickly noticed that it was the same person he had seen the previous night outside the Pumpkin Park, with his long dark tattered robes and a hood over his head. "Is this your stall?" "Why? Because I'm standing next to it? You are, too." "What?" "Not important," the figure went on, with his husky voice which reminded Jake of Bill Wilkins' ghost in The Conjuring 2 movie. "This town is filled with things way beyond imagination, kid, most of us are just too blind to see it..."

I remember when I was in the sorcerer's house in the night almost get carried away by the ghost in the night of Tortuga, I remember when I and my friends where having a nice and enjoyable Halloween Night party with our costumes before the arrival of the Black cults. I remember my parents and started crying...I started weeping but... couldn't weep out as there is no one to be of my aid here instead I would even get into more danger my giving a sound to show that am downstairs to anyone close to where is am. I feel lost, tired, weak as I haven't eaten for three days and the last thing I ate was a fruit, Apple I guess. As I was down depressed, weeping and thinking about my life, I hear a sound

"Wow, getting pretty detailed there. Ghosts are entities, they can't even grab a knife." Callie shut him up by putting a bowl of Doritos on his lap and pressing play on the remote. They both quickly fell into a serious quiet time as they watched the movie and a couple of times, she scolded him for picking out the movie. They screamed simultaneously when the ghost managed to come out of nowhere and scare the crap out of them. Then Sloan yelped and Callie grasped his elbow in a deadly grip when the doorbell rang. "What is going on? I can hear both of you screaming from the outside?" Hendry's eyes darted behind them as they both opened the door for him. He gave Sloan a once over before moving t