Hey, it's the Grim Writer back with another Scooby story. In honor of the 50th anniversary of the Scooby Doo gang, I decided to write a backstory fic. Not really sure where it's going to end up, but we'll see what happens.

I don't own Scooby Doo or any relating characters. They are owned by Hannah Barbara and Warner Bros.

Chapter 1

"Scooby? Scooby Doo, where are you?!"

The lanky teenager walked down the dark trail timidly. As much as he wanted to just simply turn around and head the other way, he first had to make sure his buddy was alright. As well as that stray cat that the Great Dane had been chasing when they bounded into the woods, barking and yowling respectively.

"Scooby, come on, like leave that poor cat alone! It's getting dark out!"

'Not to mention spooky', the beatnik thought worriedly. With the full moon out, dark creepy trees completely bare, and the trail covered in dried out orange and brown leaves, it sounded just like the start of a horror movie. A shudder ran through the hippie's spine as a gust of wind blew up some of the leaves off the ground, spiraling into an eerie dance like motion.

Talk about spooks-ville.

"Scooby?", came the nervous reply from the teen, as he just realized how quiet it had gotten. Aside from the leaves rustling at his feet, there was almost no sound. Stopping in his tracks, he stood still to try and figure out what to do. As he did this, the rustling from the leaves didn't quit. As a matter of fact, they sounded like they were coming… right… behind… him…

Heart pounding uncontrollably, the beatnik froze on the spot as he heard what now were clearly footsteps coming closer. With a deep breath, he quickly turned around… and came face to face with a chalk white, billowing ghost.

"Zoinks! A g-g-ghost!", stammered out from the teen as he jumped nearly a foot in the air and turned to make a break for it. But not before he heard giggling from the ghost himself.

"Reeheeheeheehee! Got rou!"

Turning to face the "ghost", Shaggy Rogers could see that it was none other than his pal Scooby Doo, who was removing a white sheet from his head with his front paws.

"Scooby! What do you think you're doing, scaring me out of my skin like that?"

"Rhoops! Rorry…", said the large dog, although a smug smile was still on his face.

"Like, whatever ol' buddy. Now come on, let's get out of here"

With that, the lanky beatnik started heading back down the way he came towards his backyard. But a thought suddenly made him pause.

"Say Scoob, where'd you find that sheet in the middle of the woods anyway?"

The dog, holding the sheet in his mouth, pointed further down the trail into the woods.

"Rown there. Rollow me!"

Taking off like a bullet, the dog bounded down deeper into the woods, his poor owner chasing after him

…

"Like, you- huff, huff, couldn't have gone any slower… ", the beatnik said in annoyance before looking at the structure in the middle of the clearing.

"Like, wowee Scoob"

In the middle of the clearing was a gigantic, yet run down, mansion. Next to the mansion a few yards away was an old tool shed, where Shaggy could see a few old rags and sheets bunched up inside a barrel. The hippy turned to his dog, who was still holding the white sheet in his mouth.

"So, like this is where you found the sheet?"

"Ruh huh, ruh huh"

The Great Dane trotted over to the tool shed to toss the sheet in with the other ones in the barrel. The lanky beatnik stood in disbelief.

"And you like never thought to mention this because…"

"Rit looked scary! Rand spooky!"

The hippy stroked his small goatee.

"Hmm, like I never thought about it that way. Good thinking Scoob!"

"Rhanks!", the dog exclaimed as he shoved the sheet in the barrel. But not before feeling something hard inside of a wad of cloth.

"Ruh?"

The hippy started walking over to where his buddy was.

"Like, what is it Scoob?"

"Romething in rere"

"Something's in there?"

"Reah! Reah!"

Without warning, the Great Dane started launching sheets behind him, determined to find out the mysterious object in the barrel. Not realizing he was burying his buddy in a seemingly endless number of old sheets.

"Like, would you watch where you're throwing stuff Scoob?", the annoyed teen exclaimed as he tossed the sheets that had begun to wrap themselves around his head onto the ground.

"Rook! Rook!"

Shaggy peered inside the bottom of the barrel and his eyes widened in disbelief.

"Like, I don't believe it…", murmured the hippy as his reached into the barrel and grasped the mysterious object resting in the bottom

"It's like a gold nugget!"

The nugget rested in the palm of his hand, glistening in the moonlight like a yellow diamond.

"Like, what's something like this doing in something like that in the middle of somewhere like here?"

The dog next to him shrugged in response. Pocketing the nugget, Shaggy went to turn and investigate the shed, curiosity tempting him. But before he made it a foot inside, a low moan from the house made him freeze.

"Like, was that you're stomach Scoob?"

The dog gulped, aware they weren't alone anymore.

"Ruh uh"

"Then, like what- "

The front doors to the mansion burst open, a loud moan echoing into the night. Scooby jumped into Shaggy's arms and the duo shook with fear as they noticed a figure emerging from the shadows inside the mansion, it's glowing green eyes sharply contrasting with the darkness of the house. Its blue cloak glowed under the moonlight, and its mouth hung open in a permanent snarl, as it moaned again, much louder this time.

"Zoinks! Like, let's get out of here!"

Shaggy took off running in a flash, leaving Scooby momentarily hovering in thin air before scrambling after the beatnik in a panic.

"Rait for me!"

…

Back at the mansion, the ghost headed towards the shed and peered inside. Seeing the sheets thrown from the barrel into a giant mess on the ground made him scowl. Closing the doors, the ghoul made sure to lock them before turning towards the trail, wondering on what he should do with that meddling kid and his nosy dog…

Author's Note

And there's chapter one! I'm not really sure how to describe the ghost, so I've just kind of been picturing him as the one in the Supernatural/Scooby Doo crossover.

Also, I'm aiming for this to be set in 1969, right before the first episode of Scooby Doo Where Are You aired.

Anyways, review!