*Based on the old Scooby Doo show
The bright mystery machine stood out against the dark night. The gang was driving through the middle of nowhere. Daphne was getting apprehensive, and she finally said, "Freddie, I don't like this. We should go a different way. When we passed that fork in the road a while back, why didn't we take the road into town? Oh, can't we please turn back now?"
At this point Velma jumped into the conversation, "Daphne, you know that Shaggy's Aunt, Jemima, has been waiting since last week for us to visit. She never gets any visitors living out here in the boondocks. But we got snowed in, and couldn't come. We just couldn't cancel on the poor dear again."
At this point, Scooby and Shaggy look up from the back of the van, where they had been making sandwiches that were as long as Shaggy's lanky arms.
"Like, are we lost? Is there any way to ask directions from someone?" Shaggy questions, because he was busy talking to Scooby.
"Nonsense, We don't need to ask directions from anyone! I'm telling you guys, this is the way there!" Fred would not have this. He knew where he was going!
"Hey, look there's someone up ahead; let's ask for directions from them-"
"-Or it! Jinkies," Daphne cried.
Now that they were closer, the thing that was standing on the side of the road looked more like a werewolf than a human. There was hair on it everywhere, on its head, coming out of its ears, its nose, and there were lots on its face, as well. It was hunching over, so much in fact that it almost looked like it was on its all fours.
"Zoinks! This place is cursed, let's get out of here!" Shaggy yelped, and Fred swerved the car around in the lane. Mid-swerve, the taillights swept over the spot where the wolf-man had been. He was gone!
"Well, if the strange-looking man is gone, then there's no harm in continuing on, is there?" Fred questioned.
"I don't like it..." Daphne said.
"I think its fine," Velma intoned.
After much debate, the group decided to continue onwards.
The headlights of the mystery machine cut through the fog, as the car wound through the bayou that was near Shaggy's Aunt Jemima's house.
Freddie turned off the car, and everybody got out. Velma went up to the front door and knocked. Shaggy would have done so, but he and Scooby were busy getting the supplies for their sandwiches out of the van. Minutes after Velma rapped on the door, it slowly creaked open. A thin thoughtful face of about 50 years stuck her head out the door- it was Aunt Jemima. As soon as she saw that it was the gang, a look of relief spread over her face.
"Why Aunt Jemima, what's the matter? You look as white as a sheet and as pale as a ghost!" Shaggy exclaimed.
Aunt Jemima ushered in everyone and quickly shut the door; she turned the lock and slid the huge bolt into place.
After saying a heartfelt hello, and passing tea and biscuits to everyone, she sat them down and started to explain what had frightened her.
"One night I was walking along the path by the bayou," she slung out in her southern drawl, "when I heard an awful sound!"
"What was it?" Velma asked sitting forward in concern.
"Well now I'm not sure, but it almost sounded like a wolf howling!" Cried Aunt Jemima.
"A wolf!" The whole gang shouted in unison.
"Why, we just saw something that looked like a werewolf, driving here," Fred exclaims.
"Well," says Freddie, "I don't believe in werewolves. Someone has to be dressing up! But why would they? Are they trying to scare off people for some reason?"
Aunt Jemima looks up thoughtfully, "there is the Kotinloch ghost that supposedly hung around this house before I lived in it. If you ask it the right question to her on a full moon, she will make you immortal forever. No one knows the question, though. Also, a full moon has come and gone since I heard the howl.
"It looks like we have a mystery on our hands," Velma declares.