The End | {BOOK 5}

23| Shady Real Estate Developer

Dean opened Baby's trunk, showing off the arsenal for the Scooby Gang.

"Ooh! Whoa."

"Here, Velma, take this," Sam started to hand her a shotgun.

"Sam, are you crazy?" Dean cried, grabbing the shotgun. "They can't use this stuff. That's a Scooby-don't."

I facepalmed, shaking my head at the lame joke.

"Dean, we gotta do something," Fred told him. "I mean, you guys are amazing!"

"Thank you, Fred," Dean smirked.

"But we can help. We have to."

"*Bleep* right you can," Dean replied, an actual beep sounding and a bar covering his mouth as he swore. "You're gonna do what you do best- build a trap."

We headed inside the mansion, where Fred and the Gang worked on setting up a trap.

"Ahh. That should do it," Fred announced.

"Lay it on me, Freddy," Dean said.

"Well, you see, Daphne's covered all the exits except that one with salt. So the phantom will enter there, tripping the iron chain that'll activate the ax, which cuts the rope that holds the coconuts."

"Where'd he get coconuts?" Sam asked.

"Shh!" I shushed him.

"The coconuts are gonna roll, tripping the phantom, sending him careening down a slide of soap, right into the washing machine which we'll secure with those iron chains."

"And with the ghost captured, we can finally find out what's going on," Sam nodded.

"Now all we need... is bait," Velma finished.

Cass, Shaggy and Scooby ended up being the ones as bait, and everything ended up going according to Fred's plan, only the three of them ended up in the washing machine instead of the ghost.

"I told you it wasn't going to work," Sam said.

"Yeah, Fred's plans never work," I told him.

"Daph, Plan B!" Dean yelled. "Operation Bookworm is a go!"

We all ran in different directions and the ghost started to search for us. It upended a couch in the library where Fred, Velma and Daphne were hiding. Scooby started throwing books at it, and then used a bobby trap book to send the ghost sliding down to the basement where it was trapped in a ring of salt. It tried to escape, but hit an invisible barrier each time.

"That's a salt circle," Sam informed it. "You're stuck."

"Let... me... go!" the ghost cried.

"Happy to, Sparky, soon as you tell us who you really are," Dean answered.

After several more attempts to escape, the ghost sank to the floor and morphed into a small boy.

"It's... a child," Cass stated in surprise.

"Yeah, creepy ghost kid," Dean nodded. "You get used to 'em."

"But... wait," I swallowed. "Why are you trying to kill us?"

"I'm not," the boy answered. "I never wanted to hurt anyone. But the bad man, he makes me."

"The bad man?" Cass echoed.

"His name is Jay."

"The dude from the pawnshop," Dean exchanged a look with me.

"When I died, my soul was tied to a pocketknife. My dad gave it to me. It meant everything. When Jay found me, he used me to...Sometimes, I get so angry I break things, hurt people. But I don't want to. I just wanna see my dad again."