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]