Velma bent over Abby's shoulder. "How's your paper coming along?"

"Eh, not too bad," Abby answered. "I just printed out a copy. Would you mind proofreading it for me?"

"Not at all," Velma replied, taking the stack of paper to read.

Columbus, Ohio is a place of legends. One famous legend is from Civil War era. Camp Chase, a well-known graveyard for prisoners of war, is a rumored home of a ghoul known as Grey Lady. She hovers over graves, more specifically, of her love, Ben Allen, and weeps…

"It's a little choppy, but altogether not bad, Abby," said Velma, handing it back to the girl. "I marked a few places where it needs some work."

"Wow! Thanks, Velma!" Abby exclaimed, taking her paper and shuffling through it with a cursory glance. She shut her laptop and stuffed in her backpack. "All right, time to go!" She hefted her backpack onto her shoulder and clambered down the stairs.

Abby kept up a non-stop commentary all the way to Camp Chase. "Like, zoinks, Scoob," Shaggy murmured quietly. "She's almost worse than your neph—"

"Shhh…" Scooby whispered, placing a paw over Shaggy's mouth.

Mystery Incorporated arrived at Camp Chase just as the sun was beginning to sink over the horizon.

"Well now!" came the Southern accented voice of Spooky Sam. "Back again, Miss Abby?"

Abby giggled. "You can't scare me away that easily, Sam."

"Such a brave girl. Who are your friends?"

Abby dragged the gang forward to 'meet' Sam. "This is Mystery Incorporated. They're ghost hunters trying to figure out the mystery of the Grey Lady.

Sam turned chalk white. "Ghost hunters!?" His Southern accent vanished instantly. "L-l-leave I should. Go I must. Going is good s-staying is-is bad." He snatched up his cane and beat a hasty retreat into the night.

"Jinkies, that certainly was…suspicious," Velma remarked.

Abby gasped. "Y-You said 'jinkies.' I can't believe I just heard you say jinkies! Whee! Best day ever!"

Mystery Incorporated exchanged glances that clearly said, 'What have we gotten ourselves into?'