A/N: Hey! Thanks for all those reviews! I needed those! By the way, it is holiday over here in Singapore so I have lots of time to update! Sorry for not updating yesterday as I am down with a cold. But it is better now. Here's Chapter 6! Enjoy!

Chapter 6: Trapped!

"Like, can you lovebirds stop flirting now? Scoob and I have been watching you laughing and all! It gives us goosebumps!" Shaggy suddenly said behind us. Fred and I yelled in unison. I glared at Shaggy, and his smile faltered and started shivering. I couldn't help laughing.

"Is Velma up?" I asked, hoping to steer the subject of Fred and me to other things. "I have been up for a long time! You two have been so busy flirting with each other that you didn't notice me!" Velma piped up, and winked at Shaggy. I blushed. Couldn't they stop thinking about that! "Can we go now?" I asked, exasperated.

Half an hour later, we were finally cruising on the road in the Mystery Machine. How I missed those old days! Now we can experience it all over again. Those ghost, monsters, Shaggy and Scooby's eating habits, the trapdoors that I fall into (I don't really want to experience being caught again!), and the Malt Shop!

Shaggy and Scooby were not so enthusiastic though. "They are murderers! Those that kill you, bury you and then it will take forever for someone to discover you! Like, do you want to go through that? I don't want to think about it!" "Re rither" Scooby agreed. "Hey! Look on the bright side! We are helping the citizens catching a criminal! They will appreciate this!" Fred said, trying to get the pair of eating machines to agree.

"Uh ah! No way! Who would appreciate getting killed?" Shaggy ranted on. Oh bother.

But to speak the truth, I am a little scared too. The murderer is targeting female TV reporters, and I am one of those. I do not fancy getting killed and reported over the TV, "Daphne Blake killed in Heather Pinen's house while investigating the serial murder." Argh!

When we got to Heather Pinen's house, I was as reluctant as Shaggy and Scooby to set foot inside the house. "Would you all do it for a Scooby Snack?" Fred asked. "This won't work on me Fred." I told him. Shaggy and Scooby agreed. Therefore, I was the only one outside now.

"Come on! We would protect you! No splitting ups this time round!" Fred assured me. I turned my head and refuse to listen to him. I do have the redhead temper you know.

Suddenly, Fred came over and carried me over his shoulder. "Hey you! Let me down!" I yelled, hammering on his back. "Not unless you come in!" Fred cried. I bite into his shoulder. "Ow! That hurts! Don't bite me, Daph!" "Let me go and I will start looking for clues." I told him. Fred plopped me on the couch. "Wow, sharp teeth you have there! Are you a cat or something?" Fred joked. I nudged him, hard.

Heather's house was beautiful. Cozy, and sophisticated. I suddenly felt very sorry for Heather. She is only 24 years old, a very young age. Sigh. The killer had killed two people in a space of less than 3 days. Who will be the next one?

I snapped out of my thoughts and started looking for clues. I walked over to her white carpet and found some hairs. The strange thing is, some of the hairs are blond, and the others were black. Interesting.

"Hey! I think I found a clue!" I called out. I gave the hairs to Velma. "Hem... Heather's hair is blond... so maybe the black hairs belong to the murderer!" Velma said after looking at the bunch of hair. "Maybe a struggle took place here, and those hairs fall off by accident!" Fred suggested.

Velma put the hairs into a plastic casing and sealed it. We then continued to look for clues. We moved into the study next. "Like, is this a bottle of cologne?" Shaggy suddenly said. Everyone crowded over to see. "It is! Hey, why would Heather keep cologne? She is a lady!" Fred said, puzzled. We stood in silence, waiting for Velma to say something.

"As the killer was someone she knew, maybe this bottle of cologne belongs to him!" Velma announced. I took the bottle over and sprayed some of the cologne on my wrist. "Ew... The smell is so strong!" I backed away and try to get in some fresh air. "Like, maybe that murderer has body odor!" Shaggy joked, and Scooby could be heard snickering.

Just then, I noticed someone was watching us. Well, the woman's intuition, I guess. I think Velma noticed too, because she started looking around at all the paintings and stuff.

Crash! Everyone started. "Quick, the garden!" Fred instructed. We ran down to the garden together. Too late. Whoever it was jumped into a black car and drove away. "Let's follow it!" Fred said, and all of us were in the Mystery Machine in seconds.

The black car drove faster and faster, but we had no problem tracking it with Velma's computer skills. Her laptop could track down many things, including cars.

The black car was soon out of sight. By then, we are already in quite a deserted area. According to Velma's laptop, the car is parked near a deserted house. "Again? Like, why do we always have to solve mysteries in deserted places?" Shaggy wailed. "Scooby was already whimpering at the rear end of the van. "No choice, Shaggy." Velma said to him. "Oh man!" Shaggy said. "Raunted Rouse!" Scooby said, then hid his face in his paws and whimpered.

When we found the house however, it doesn't look like a haunted house at all. It is a two storey high bungalow. "Wow! It is magnificent!" I was quite astounded by the beauty. "Does the murderer live here?" Fred asked Velma. She shrugged, and then said, "Let's go in and find out!" Scooby jumped into Shaggy's arms and shivered. "Come on, you two." I said to them.

When we got to the door, Fred tried it and found that it is not locked. Great! Another spooky house for us to explore! If the murderer doesn't want us to find him, why didn't he have the sense to lock the door?

All of us went into the big living room. Wow! It is so beautiful! I wondered who owned this place? They must be really rich! "First of all, we must try to find the murderer in this house. No splitting ups this time!" Fred said, adding that last sentence on seeing Shaggy and Scooby's expression.

"Yeah, but who exactly are we looking for?" I couldn't help asking. Well, isn't that true? There could be anybody in this house, and they could be the murderer! "Em, why don't you ask... him!" Shaggy yelled, pointing at the door.

A person was standing there, dressed in black from head to toe. His face was covered with a mask like those burglars' mask that you see in the movies. That person cursed, then said, "Blasted! Can't you just leave me alone?" From his voice, I could tell that it is a he. Where have I heard this voice before? It sounded so familiar...

"Like, are you the murderer?" Shaggy blurted out. "Shaggy! We don't just ask people like that!" Velma said. "So even if I am? All of you are not walking out of here alive! First of all, I am going to take these girls away for a while!" He chortled and then proceeded to press a button that is on the wall. The patch of ground just under Velma and me opened up. Both of us screamed and fell to the darkness below. We could hear yells from Fred, Shaggy and Scooby from above.

We were trapped.