Chapter 3
"Your nose… led us to the kitchen," Hellboy said, lowering his eyebrows and turning back to the two. Typical. Neither of the two chuckle-heads could be serious if their lives depended on it. And if they kept it up around Hellboy, their lives just might depend on it.
"Reah, reah, reah," Scooby panted, scrambling into the kitchen. He got up on two legs and opened the refrigerator, carrying all of its contents onto the counter. Hellboy watched in amazement. The mutt really was a mutant.
"Like, chill, Mr. Hellboy. Let me make you a sandwich to calm your nerves," the lanky teen known as Shaggy said, heading over to the counter himself. Hellboy debated the offer a second. Considering the way those two were behaving, it was making him hungry. He nodded in approval.
"Okay, a bit of salami…" Shaggy said, unwrapping the gigantic, uncut slab of salami and placing it on the outrageously large bread. "A bit of turkey… some peanut butter… a dash of chocolate… some pickles… a hunk of cheese… some salt for flavor…"
Hellboy wrinkled his nose in disgust as Shaggy finished off the sandwich with a toothpick and an olive. Scooby salivated as he looked at the creation with big eyes.
"Y'know, on second thought, I ain't so hungry. Let pooch eat it," Hellboy said, looking around the kitchen to see if there were any signs of supernatural activity. The only thing supernatural he found was the fact that the dog ate the sandwich in two bites. To the demon's amazement, the dog opened its mouth, pointed to its tongue, and salivated.
It wanted more. How it could even stand the first sandwich was beyond Hellboy, not to mention the fact it was still hungry. The dog was a freaking bottomless pit!
"Okay, I'll just leave you two to your gorging fest," Hellboy said, "Just stay here."
And with that, Hellboy unholstered his gun and moved to the next room over: the parlor. A very clichéd parlor for a clichéd haunted house. The place was covered in spider webs, and the furniture had white sheets over it. Hellboy scanned the room. It looked like it hadn't been touched in years, and yet the kitchen looked like it had been recently used before it got there. Odd.
Then, Hellboy heard a strange noise. It sounded like… thumping, coming from the room just above. Now, that was worth investigating.
Hellboy ran into the foyer and raced up the stairs, the thumping getting louder and louder as he got closer to the upper room. He kicked open the door, gun pointed at whatever monstrosity could be behind the door. To his surprise he found…
"My glasses… I can't see anything without my glasses," the brunette said, fumbling on the ground for the pair of thick black glasses directly in front of her. Hellboy sighed and rolled his eyes. He put down his gun, bent down and picked up the glasses for her, and placed them on her face.
"Thanks," she gushed, fixing her glasses and standing up.
"Where'd those other two go?" Hellboy asked, looking around the mostly empty room.
"Jinkies, I don't know," Velma said, pushing back some of her brown locks. A pair of screams shattered the quietness of the upper level.
"I think that's our answer," Hellboy said, racing down the hallway towards the screams.