It was one of those dark raining nights; one of those nights the full moon shone at it's
brightest but noone was out at all but those who did evil. The moon gave Dexter a shiver down his
spine. He wanted to go play dark avenger with one of those bad guys. He turned to watch the news
with the rest of them when a horrible cry sounded out. That seemed to pierce the very soul. Everyone
was frozen with shock. None spoke for a time that felt like forever.
"What was that spooky cry"? asked Shaggy in a cowardly voice.
"It was the howl of a lone werewolf! This is the second time I have heard one. The first time
was five years ago tonight when I heard it howl like this one, but that one was sad.: said Dexter". I
thought they all died out years ago."
"Your right, I have not, I will be back in one hour. If I'm not"Well I guess they are still alive which means the Scooby Doo's Detective Agency is on the
