I feel a bit strange, writing a story, no one has reviewed for yet. But I like this. And I want to know, for myself, what's happening next.

So, I'll go on writing this.

And, if there are some of you crazy readers, who really read that stuff here, I also write it for you.

Ehm... Right: I don't own Scooby or Shaggy or anyone of the gang. But I own the creepy guy. (yeah, I own a creepy guy?)


In the next days, Shaggy seemed to be a bit depressed, because he had to stay inside the house. He loved to go out with Scooby, playing in the park or something like this, so it was hard for him to hold his word and stay inside.

On the other side, concentrating to get his powers under control meant, he could "play" with them, what made him fun also.

So the other members of Mystery Inc. saw him often pacing through the walls, concentrating on not falling through the floor and making different parts of his body, or his whole body invisible.

It took him only five days to get the full control over it, so the gang let him go out then.

"C'mon, Scoob!´Time for the park!" Scooby panted while running to Shaggy. Also he had missed the park walks with his best friend.

Not noticing, that someone was watching them, they were playing around with a ball like some little kids.

"You can control it now? Great, great. Time to go on with the plan." the man headed towards the house of the gang.


Back at Mystery Inc.'s, Shaggy was pacing around.

He had enjoyed being outside and he also enjoyed the ghost thing, but why?

Velma startled when he suddenly came to the kitchen through the door.

"Shaggy! I know, it's easier and things like this, but could you please stop walking through the doors? It's scary."

Shaggy chuckled. "Like, wow. That's the first time someone tells me, that I scare him."

Velma just rolled her eyes for an answer and watched Shaggy, making himself an extra large sandwich, when suddenly something flew through the wall from the outside and against Shaggy.

Ripping him to the ground, he and the thing rolled over it, but both directly stood up again.

The thing was a person.

To be exact, it was a ghost.

But not a ghost like Shaggy when he changed forms, a real ghost, a ghost you can see through also if he's not invisible, a ghost with an evil grim on his face.

Shaggy immediately knew, that he would need his ghost form now and changed to his black-haired form.

The ghost glared at him. "Funny, being a ghost? Not, when you're a real ghost." He shot an energy ball at Shaggy, who fast flew to the side of the room.

"You can't show your face."

Another ball.

"You have to hide yourself from the whole world."

Another ball.

"And you have to watch these awful false-ghosts, getting caught from silly Mystery Inc.!"

Another ball.

"But I can't make you a real ghost, to see what it's like."

Another ball.

"So you'll have to live under my control and the first thing you'll do is killing your friends."

Another ball. "I'd never ever do anything to my friends!" Shaggy yelled.

"Ah, I wouldn't be so sure about that, when I were you." he said and his view landed at Velma, who was watching, unable to move.

"But you're not me!" Shaggy grabbed Velma, lifted her up in his arms and flew with her through the ceiling, followed from the real ghost.

Shaggy was fast, but the ghost was faster. He grabbed Shaggy's foot, pulling him slowly back to the kitchen.

Shaggy was half through the ceiling, Velma, still in his arms, was only just about the floor. By realizing, that he was pulled back, he let her down to the ground.

"Run." he whispered and then was away, in the kitchen again.

The ghost had some special attack, he made now.

Still clutching Shaggy's foot with one hand, some red shimmer was sent out from this hand, walking up Shaggy's leg, until it was over his whole body. A cold and painful feeling came over Shaggy, like somebody would try to rip his heart out of him, his chest felt constricted.

He began to sink into unconsciousness, falling on the floor.

The ghost pulled Shaggy outside to a little truck and threw him into a special, green glimmering, cage in the backside. He turned around to the house again and went inside, to catch the other members of Mystery Inc.

It was easy for him to catch them. He just flew through walls and ceiling and caught one after the other. By hitting them on their heads with a light energy ball, they went unconscious directly. He carried them to another, bigger, but normal cage, also in the backside of the truck.


When Shaggy woke up, he saw nothing but a green glimmer around him.

"Shaggy?" a scared voice asked.

"Daphne?" he asked back.

"Yeah. Do you know where we are?"

"No. What about Velma, Scooby and Fred?" he asked and began to fumble himself towards the voice.

"They're here with me. They're still unconscious." she said.

"Ouch!" He had touched one of the strange green bar around him and pain had flew through his hand.

"What's wrong?"

"Is it just me, or am I in an other cage than you?"

"I think so. I can't see very much."

"However, this cage burns me, when I touch its bars." He saw a hand stretching to a bar near him and touching it.

"Must be a ghost cage. Probably so you can't flew through it."

Shaggy thought one minute about telling her, what the ghost had said in the kitchen, but decided against it, because he didn't want to scare her.

Then, the thing, they were driving in, stopped and the backdoor was opened.


Uuuh, cliffhanger.

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