Logan tightened his grip on the flashlight as he approached the mansion, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and apprehension.
Scooby-Doo trotted beside him, his tail wagging nervously.
Logan shone his flashlight across the dimly lit hallway, catching glimpses of faded portraits staring back at him.
"Keep close, Scooby,"
[@ch_2]Scooby-Doo[/@ch_2_d]"Ruh-roh, Raggy!"[/@ch_2_d]
Logan noticed strange symbols scribbled in the margins of the pages.
"This looks like a clue,"
[@ch_2]Scooby-Doo[/@ch_2_d]"Ree! Reeresting!"[/@ch_2_d]
Logan and Scooby-Doo froze, exchanging nervous glances.
"Did you hear that?"
[@ch_2]Scooby-Doo[/@ch_2_d]"Ris a ghost?"[/@ch_2_d]
Logan pushed open a creaky door, revealing a hidden room filled with old costumes and props.
"It's all been an elaborate setup,"
[@ch_2]Scooby-Doo[/@ch_2_d]"Rooby-Dooby-Doo!"[/@ch_2_d]
The group gathered around the culprits, who sheepishly revealed themselves as local actors trying to scare people away for privacy.
"Thanks to you, Scooby, another mystery solved,"
[@ch_2]Scooby-Doo[/@ch_2_d]"Rit was nothing!"[/@ch_2_d]
















