This is just an idea. This is just a theory that my friend and I had after watching the first episode 'Beware The Beast From Below'. This is set after the episode 'When The Cicada Calls'. My story is not affiliated with the show in anyway.
I do not own the characters in the story at all. Mystery Incorporated (the 11th carnation of Scooby-Doo belongs to Cartoon Network. The original Scooby-Doo (Scooby-Doo, Where Are You?) belongs to Joseph Hanna and William Barbara (A.K.A= Hanna-Barbara)
Oh, and some of the characters will be, err, out of it.
Fred Jones Sr.'s P.O.V(3rd person)
A man with lavender purple eyes looked at the dossier he was signing. Half of his signature was on the paper. He looked at the clock on the wall, it said 1:30pm. Then looked outside, it was a really dark and cloudy day, rain pelted the windows as lightening lit up the sky and thunder made it sound as though drums were playing in the distance.
Have I really been staring off into space for that long? He thought as yawned due to boredom, his son, Fred Jones Jr. would be getting out of school in a half an hour.
The sound of thunder cut through the air and lightening lit up everything as a strong gust of wind pushed the window open. He was in the dark as the light above his desk exploded, he'd covered his face but had obtained some shallow cuts on his cheeks and hands.
The one thing he feared must was the dark. He slowed down his heart beat and looked around him. Please tell me the power isn't out He thought moving to the wall. He flicked the switch on, but there was no light. He then felt he way to his desk and pulled out a flashlight from a drawer.
"Hello Frederick." Came a voice from something in his past that he would rather bound, gag and lock in a closet. He then looked up at the window to see something that he would rather forget.
"No! Not you! Please, no! Stop, don't!" He said falling backwards out of his chair and was scrambling to get out of his office. His palm slammed on a pile of glass, making some of the pieces become stuck in there, but he kept moving. He felt behind him to realize he was trapped between the wall and a ghost of his past. "NO!" He yelled, shaking his head and nearly breaking his neck and making glasses fly askew, before everything went black while thunder crashed as his glasses fell to the floor and shattered.