Well, here's a new chapter. Enjoy

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Scooby and Shaggy crept through the forest, shaking with nervousness. "Like, why couldn't we have waited until daylight to search these creepy woods?" Shaggy whimpered as his eyes darted back and forth. "It would be easier to find clues… and there would be less creeps running around."

"Reah, reah." Scooby agreed, trembling.

"We could be home right now, eating a large anchovy-and-bacon pizza with a couple of malts, but instead we're starting the weekend on a maniac-hunt!"

"Ri rust rope Scrappy roesn't rind out,"

"Scrappy? …Oh, yeah, he and Flim-Flam are coming down for a visit this weekend, aren't they? Mr. Van Ghoul said something about having Flim-Flam even go to school here, too."

"Rim-Ram? Rin school? Rikes,"

"That's what I said, but he said the kid needs to get around other kids, and get some knowledge in his brains. …I think he's just trying to get him to stop his con-business."

A clawed hand reached out from behind a tree and scratched Scooby's ear, making him chuckle. "Ree hee hee hee,"

"Like, my point exactly. Flim-Flam will probably just try to con a few kids in his class, like even trick a few to do his homework for him. But, who am I to judge? Maybe Mr. Van Ghoul is right: Flim-Flam needs to go to school sometime and make new friends,"

The clawed hand then rubbed under Scooby's chin, and he looked over to see a burned, scarred face of the killer, Eddy Grueler. "R'oh no!" he cried.

"R'oh no? Why do you say that Scoob?" Shaggy gasped when Scooby leaped onto his back. "Hey! Scooby-Doo, what's up with you?"

The Great Dane whimpered and pointed over at Eddy Grueler, who smirked and raised his scissor-hands. "Nice hairstyle, kid." he said to Shaggy. "Need a haircut?"

"L-L-Like, no thanks! Just got it trimmed! RUN SCOOBY!" With that, the cowards took off running, with Eddy Grueler hot on their heels.

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DD and Pepper looked around the campsite near the lake. "I don't see anything. Lets get back to Larry!" DD said quickly.

"Calm down, DD. There's nothing to be afraid of." Pepper assured him, aiming her flashlight at a creepy-looking tree. "…That I know of…"

"I don't like this, sis. Just thinking about being here creeps me out!"

"Then keep your mind on something else, like… the prom. Who are you going to take to prom?"

DD shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well… to tell the truth, I was thinking about asking out Melody. Who are you going to ask out?"

Pepper shrugged as well. "I don't know. A lot of the girls were talking about it in class… I guess I'll just take whoever's left."

"Oh, okay." DD turned and looked at a teen who wore a scuba-mask, had rotting skin, and held a chainsaw. "Who are you going to a-a-a-a-AAAH!"

Pepper turned and gasped. "Yikes! It's Mason Doorkeys! Run for it!"

They took off running, and Mason revved up his chainsaw, beginning his pursuit.

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"This is stupid, there's nothing out here!" Alexandra was complaining as she looked around the abandoned obstacle course. "We should be more worried about Prom than some weirdo running loose."

"No offense, sis, but I doubt we'll see Prom if there's a psycho in town," Alexander gulped, shuddering when a bubble rose and popped in the sludgy water.

"Yeah, Prom is the last thing on my mind," Melody added.

"Anything would be," Alexandra sneered. "We should be at home calling people to ask out to the dance, not spending time in this God forsaken camp."

"Why are you worrying? You keep trying to ask out Alan, even though he's taking Josie." Alexander replied, earning a death-glare from his sister.

"Oh, like YOU'VE asked out anyone yet!"

Sebastian sniffed at the weeds, seeing a pair of glossy green eyes staring at him. "Reow!" he yelped, running and tugging on Alexandra's skirt.

"Get off me, you dumb cat! What are you worked up about this time?"

Alexander's sunglasses shot up just then. "Maybe THAT!" he answered, pointing at the weeds.

A short figure rose out of the bushes. He had wild green hair, wrinkled skin that looked like fabric, a button nose, and stitches on his face. "Who wants to play a game?" Bucky the killer rag doll asked.

"Ooh, I love games! What are we playing?" Melody asked, not understanding the situation they were in.

"It's called, 'Try To Stay Alive'!" Bucky raised his dagger and leaped at her, but Alexander grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the way, making him land in the mucky water.

"Doesn't sound like a fun game. No thanks."

"Run, you ding-dong!" Alexandra snapped, and they took off, with a very pissed off Bucky in pursuit.

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Tinker drove Speed Buggy slowly along the road, both of them a little nervous. "Golly, Speed Buggy, I don't see a road anywhere," Tinker said, nervously. "And this fog don't help much,"

"You said it," Speed Buggy agreed, letting out a sputter as the fog grew so thick they could hardly see a thing. "Maybe we ought to head back,"

"I'm sure we'll find it… See, the fog is starting to clear up already,"

Indeed the fog did clear… revealing a pale-blue figure in a dark-purple robe, with nails driven into his heads, sitting right next to Tinker! …though neither he nor Speed Buggy noticed.

"You know, I don't get that story about the Shell Razors killer, Nail-Scalp. Why would some nail-headed demon be hanging around a beach with sharp reefs?"

"Maybe he likes hitting the beach," Speed Buggy replied.

"Actually, Shell Razors was named after the demon. Nail-Scalp is just a nickname," the demon replied.

"Why would he be called Shell Razor?" Tinker scoffed.

"Because his main killing technique was using shells with sharp edges to slit his victim's throats."

"That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!" Tinker looked at him. "Why the heck would some weirdo use shells to… kill… some… one…" his eyes widened.

Shell Razor lifted up a sea-shell, which had an edge as sharp as a razor-blade. "Want me to show you?"

Tinker gulped. "No need…" he pushed a button on Speed Buggy's remote, which made the seat the demon was in eject him through the air! "Drive, Speedy! Drive!"

"Vroom-a-zoom-zoom!" Speed Buggy cried, speeding down the road.

Shell Razor landed on the road, sneering. "So, they want to play rough, do they?" he growled.

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Fangs stuck by Pugsy's side, quaking with fear. "Ooh, ooh, I should have stayed at home and baby-sat Baby Fangs, than come out here," he said, quivering. "I could be sitting and watching a movie with him now, but instead I'm in these creepy campgrounds, looking for some creepy creep, who might creep up on us at any second with some creepy weapon, and kill us in the creepiest way possible!"

"The only creepy thing you'll have to worry about is my fist in your face if you don't shut up and keep looking, pin-head!" Pugsy snapped. "Now get moving!"

"Can I help it if certain death makes me nervous?" Fangs looked behind some bushes then up at a tree, which had a hollow that looked like a frightening face. "*gulp* Well, I didn't find anything. Lets go home!"

"Calm down, will ya? No one's gonna murdify you… except me if you don't let go of me."

Fangs, who was gripping Pugsy's shoulder, let go. "Sorry."

They walked along a little farther, not noticing a figure with a burlap-sack covering their face, wearing a torn blouse and long blood-covered skirt, following them with an ax.

Pugsy's flashlight then went out. "Ah, great, the light's busterated."

"Ooh, ooh, we could look over there, where the moon is shining some light… the moon…" Fangs looked up at the moon, and his eyes began to swirl and he spun like a top.

Pugsy slapped his forehead. "Just when I thought he couldn't get any more annoying…"

Fangface stopped spinning and let out a howl, then grabbed Pugsy, shaking him. "I gotcha now, Pugs! Gotcha!" he exclaimed.

"Alright, put me down! We're trying to find out who jumped Daphne's uncle!"

"Ooh, ooh, right." Fangface set him down, then looked over, seeing the ax-carrying figure. "Say, you wouldn't happen to know who did it, would you?"

The figure said nothing, but raised her ax. Pugsy gasped and grabbed Fangface, pulling him out of the way before he could get sliced. "Are you crazified? That's Michelle Mayors, the psychopathic killer!" he snapped.

"How was I supposed to know that?"

"Just run!" They took off, with Michelle Mayors running after them.

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"Here it is," Freddy said as he, Daphne, and Velma entered a clearing, where they found a tent and an old campfire pit. "Here's Mr. Maxwell's campsite,"

"Nothing looks disturbed," Velma noted, and looked around, rubbing her chin and analyzing a pattern she saw in the dirt. "But it looks like whoever was here covered their tracks."

Daphne looked inside the tent, finding a lantern and lighting it up, shining it around… just in time to see some shadowed figures approaching. "Guys, over there!" she gasped, crawling out of the tent and pointing over at the trees…

Where Josie, Alan, and Valerie were walking. "Guys! What are you doing out here?" Alan asked.

"Investigating, what about you?" Velma replied.

"Same thing. We were searching the campsite near Kids' Play Grounds, and I guess we wandered a little far up the path after we found this…" Valerie replied, then pulled out a journal.

"That's my uncle's! Where did you find it?" Daphne asked, looking at the journal.

"Well, we found it on the path…" Josie began. "We were walking along when we saw a shadowed figure."

~flashback~

Josie, Alan, and Valerie walked along the path. "So… any idea who you're going to take to Prom, Val?" Josie asked her friend, deciding to start a conversation while they searched.

"Not really. I've been pretty busy going through college applications and haven't given it much thought," Valerie replied. "Who do you think I should ask?"

Alan paused. "More like, who do you think THAT is?" he asked, pointing down the path at a dark figure.

"Excuse me, sir? What are you doing out here?" Josie called as they walked forth.

The figure only ran off. "Hey, come back!" Valerie yelled as they pursued, but the stranger had vanished. "Where'd he go?"

"I don't know, but… whoa!" Alan gasped, tripping over a journal. He picked it up and flipped through it. "Hey, check it out. This belongs to Mr. Maxwell! How did that guy get it?"

"Maybe they're the one who attacked his campsite." Josie guessed, as she and Valerie looked over his shoulder at the journal.

"Hold it… look at this," Valerie said, turning back a page Alan had skipped.

Their eyes widened. "Whoa…" they said together.

~present~

Valerie had opened the journal, showing the others the drawing of a map. "It turns out your uncle might have come down here for more than just a camping trip, Daphne," she said.

"Jinkies, it leads to the caves in the mountains," Velma gasped, studying it. "And, if I'm not mistaken, it leads to Treasure Trove Cove, near the river."

"But, that's just a legend, isn't it?" Alan asked.

"One way to find out," Freddy replied, rubbing his chin. "But first, lets wait until Maxwell gets his memory back, and see if he can give us a clear answer."

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Biff and Kim reached the top of one of the hills, which gave a view of the beach. "Hey, Biff, over here," Kim called, kneeling down and picking up a small compass with the initials JM on it.

"Must be Maxwell's. Daphne said his first name was John," Biff replied, then scratched his head. "But how did it get way up here? I doubt he'd just drop it during a hike."

"Unless someone broke the chain it was on. Look," she held up a piece of chain that was attacked to the compass. "It was ripped off of him."

"Whoever attacked him must have needed to use it pretty badly. And either they have a bad sense of direction, or…"

They paused as the ground began to shake, and the edge they were standing on gave away, making them fall and roll downhill! "Whoa!" they both cried, then crashed into someone. "Oof!"

That someone happened to be Debbie and Mark. "Ow! Geez, guys, didn't you ever work on your landing?" Debbie asked.

"Willackers, sorry Debbie!" Kim apologized, as she and Biff helped their friends up. "We were just searching for Maxwell's campsite when the ground gave out beneath us,"

"You should be more careful. High Hikers is known for having soft ground," Mark said, then noticed the compass in Kim's hand. "Hey, where'd you get that?"

"We think it belongs to Mr. Maxwell. Someone must have taken it off of him because the chain's broken," Biff replied.

"We're searching for a few clues, too." Debbie said. "And so far we haven't found… yikes!"

"What is it?"

Debbie pointed over, seeing a small canoe float to the beach. Inside was Woofer and Whimper, who were guarding something. The teens ran over and gasped at what it was.

It was Larry, knocked out cold.