"Like, Mr. Van Ghoul," Scooby and Shaggy were clinging to each other now. "What brings you by?"

"The Thirteen ghosts," Vincent replied.

"Ooh, I thought that was just a bad dream," Shaggy groaned. Scrappy had been looking excitedly at the crystal ball on the table. He turned and scampered out of the room.

"Ri know," Scooby moaned.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but it was no dream. You did open the chest," at this juncture, Miss Grimwood dropped her teacup. It cracked on the floor. Vincent went on. "And you did unleash the thirteen most foul spirits out into the world. And now you have to help get them back."

"Rwe did that already," Scooby protested.

"You caught twelve of them," Vincent's tone was flat. "The thirteenth is still out there. And I've found him. I now require your assistance to conclude this matter."

"Well, I'm awfully sorry Mr. Van Ghoul but we have a contract and we just can't just leave Miss Grimwood hanging," Shaggy said. "We'll have to sit this one out."

"No Shaggy," Miss Grimwood set her cracked teacup on the table. "I'm afraid I have to object to the idea of the Thirteen Ghosts allowed to roam on the earth. You'll have to go with Vincent and get this straightened out. I'll keep your jobs for you and you can come back as soon as you get this problem taken care of."

"Zoinks!"

Scrappy came back running into the room, carrying his box. "I knew it! I knew this was important!" He hopped onto the table, dragging the box with him. He shoved it up next to Vincent's crystal ball and threw off the lid. Inside was half of a shattered crystal ball.

Vincent picked it up carefully. "Where did you find this?"

"I woke up with it next to me one day," Scrappy sat down on the table. "I couldn't remember what it was but I remembered that it was important! I took up to the mystic in town today to see if she could tell me what it is, but she couldn't. She said she couldn't fix it either."

"That must be what I saw," Vincent mused. "I got a reaction from my crystal earlier today and it led me here."

"I knew it was important." Scrappy was pleased.

"Do you have the other half?" Vincent asked.

"No. Just this part. I never saw another half anywhere and I've been looking since I found this one," Scrappy told him. Scrappy took it from him and put it back in the box, then slapped the lid back on it. "Maybe we'll find the other half while we hunt the Thirteenth Ghost!"

"Worst news ever," Shaggy moaned.

"Don't sweat it Shaggy!" Scrappy threw the box with the half crystal at Scooby. Scooby caught it, then Scrappy picked his uncle up and marched out the door. "We dealt with the other twelve ghosties and Revolta! We can handle this! The Thirteenth Ghost will be no match for us!"

Shaggy gulped hard and looked at Miss Grimwood. Vincent was setting his teacup on the table and tucking his crystal ball away.

"Now don't worry about a thing Shaggy," Miss Grimwood told him. "I'll keep your job for you, and I'll be discreet when I tell the girls where you went."

Vincent stood up. "I thank you for your hospitality, Miss Grimwood."

"Don't be a stranger, Vincent," Miss Grimwood called after them as they exited the room.

The red van was parked in front of the school. Miss Grimwood's octopus butler and floating hand were unloading the last of the packages that Scrappy had been sent for.

It wasn't until they were on the road that anyone spoke again. "So, I guess we need to go see Daphne now?" Shaggy finally offered.

Vincent, who had been sitting in the passenger's seat, glanced at him. "You know where she is?"

"Yeah. She's out in California, writing articles for a magazine. Hey, grab the magazine Scoob."

Scooby rummaged around the back of the van and came out with a magazine that he offered to Vincent. "Daphne's penname is Blanche Milford," Shaggy said. "We can get to her office in a few hours drive."

Scrappy hopped up between them. "Daphne's a really good writer."

There was more silence as Vincent read the article. "I admit that she is an excellent writer, though I must say that the subject matter isn't exactly to my taste." He flipped through the rest of the magazine, noting the address of the publisher.

"Mr. Van Ghoul, do you know where the other half of the crystal ball?"

"I do not, Scrappy," Vincent replied, setting the magazine aside. "It was only good fortune that let me find you through that half crystal that you have. How did you do that?"

"I was in town one day and the wind got really bad and it blew a sign down. It was strange. The sign landed right in front of this fortune teller's shop. I saw that she had a crystal ball and I brought her this half to see if she could fix it. She tried to do something to it today, but she couldn't."

Vincent mulled it over. The actions of the fortune teller must have been what alerted him. "I see."

Scooby, in the back of the van, had notice something following them. "Rhaggy! Rhaggy!"

"Like, not now Scooby," Shaggy said. "I'm trying to drive!"

""Rlook!" Scooby lunged up between them and adjusted the rear view mirror so that instead of looking at the road, he was looking at the sky above the road. Flying towards them was a red-skinned monster in gray robes.

"That's..." Shaggy voice trailed off as a name, once forgotten, came back to his mind.

"Asmodeus!" Scrappy finished.

Shaggy sped the van up, but Asmodeus kept up with them. The mirror showed Asmodeus summoning a very large fireball that he launched at them.

"Zoinks!"

"Reflect!" Just before the fireball could impact them, Vincent cast a spell to reflect the attack. He pulled his crystal ball out.

"This is why I was hoping all those other ghosts were dreams!" Shaggy moaned, trying to mind the curves in the road while not letting off the gas.

Vincent focused his power, and before Asmodeus' next attack could impact, he teleported the van away.

(-)

Shaggy hit the brakes. They were no longer on the winding road that led away from Miss Grimwood's School. They were on a road the led into a much larger city. The welcome sign on the side of the road announced that they were entering Rosewood, California.

"Did...did you…?"

"I did," Vincent answered Shaggy. "I transported us to the city where Daphne's magazine is located."

Scrappy was looking out the back window. "No sign of the gruesome ghost. But how did he find us?"

No one answered. Shaggy and Scooby because they didn't know, Vincent because he was pretending he hadn't heard.

"Well, let's find Daphne," Shaggy sighed as he started driving again.

"We better find her before Asmodeus does," Scrappy pointed out as he sat back down in the back of the van.

"Rwhy did you have to bring that up?" Scooby wondered.

[A/N:] So I thought i had put notes on the first chapter but apparently I didn't? O-kay.

This is my rewrite of the Curse fo the 13th Ghost movie, as I hated that movie. Actually it moved me to tears...of rage. The series meant a lot to me when I was younger, and I am so upset with how the movie treated it now. So I'm rewriting it.

The amazing Crystal Rose of Pollux gave me permission to use elements from her second season in this story. The "Reflect" spell that Vincent uses in this chapter is one of those things, and there'll be others. We didn't compare notes extensively before I set off writing this, but at future points this story will divert from the second season. Just be aware before we get there. A lot of this story will make more sense, though, if you're keeping up on the second season.

Thanks for reading, and please review.