Coolsville, Ohio

After The Shining

The self-proclaimed gang that consisted of two girls, two boys, and a dog, they met up every Friday after school hours for 'Friday Fright Night'. A tradition the gang started when they were in kindergarten and did not intend on breaking anytime soon.

The tall, lanky, high school Senior nicknamed Shaggy by his family and peers looked quite intimidating as he exited a theater with his canine companion. A man like him seemed to have nothing to be afraid of. Yet, the very thought of paranormal activity on this cold night sent shivers down his spine. All because Velma insisted on watching her favorite horror film, The Shining; not once, but twice.

This didn't deter Daphne, a tall, petite, freckled, doe-eyed Junior from sneaking up behind Shaggy. With a simple breath, she made the hairs on the back of Shaggy's neck stand up.

"Like Zoinks, Daph." He clutched onto his green tee-shirt as an attempt to catch his breath. "You scared the living hell out of me."

"I couldn't resist." She said trying to wiggle her way out with a smile.

Shaggy glared at her as he rubbed the back of his neck trying to shake the feeling of her breath on his neck.

She waved her hands like an arch in a reference to one of her favorite memes. "Think of it as exposure therapy." Daphne added. Although she did this it was hard to make out what she was doing since she wore the other male member's varsity jacket off her shoulders causing the hand openings to drop past where her hands actually were.

"Like exposure therapy my ass." Shaggy stated only to overhead by  Fred, who was previously busy listening to the last member of the group (excluding the canine), Velma. She deconstructed the psychological warfare of the events of The Shining and how the information greatly impacted her conclusion that The Shining was the greatest horror film in history.

"Shaggy, language." Fred scolded.

Shaggy rolled his eyes. "Like man, I'm sorry 'my ass' offends you."

"Ro rou rear rhat?" The Great Dane asked as he stared intensely at the direction this mysterious noise was coming from.

"Scooby, if this is another squirrel I sw...."  Shaggy changed the direction in which his sentence was going due to the dirty look from Fred. "you're going home with Velma." He thought it was best to swerve away from swearing or he would get another 'do not take the Lord's name in vain' speech again from Fred or worse, Fred's mother.

Scooby planted his nose onto the ground and stepped closer to a bush that strayed from the path that led to the cul-de-sac where three of the four lived. Scooby looked at his owner and whined, wanting Shaggy to follow him.

"Don't worry, I'm right behind you." Shaggy said as reassured his Great Dane with a head pat. For a dog that had the capability to talk and understand humans he chose to resort to his roots when it benefited him.

"Rhanks." Scooby said as he cautiously stuck his muzzle into the bush. "Ruh?" A question that excited his mouth when a frog jumped. 'This is the source?' the canine thought tilting his head in curiosity. The frog croaked, causing the canine to lunge at the large bullfrog. A dog and frog chase ensued.

"SCOOB! COME BACK!" Shaggy yelled but Scooby was set on catching this bullfrog. "Dang it." he added. Having little to no energy to go after his own dog.

"I'll be late for curfew at this rate." Fred said.

Daphne couldn't help but to laugh at his comment. "Golden boy too afraid to disobey his parents?"

"No." He replied; his response was actually an opposite to the truth. His mother disapproved of him staying out late. Fred did not blame his mother for being a worry wart, since there are weird things that went on in Coolsville. Things that him and his gang were bound to get to the bottom of.