As the Mystery Machine bounded down the road towards Camp Chase, Fred filled in the gang on Abby's strange phone call. "…and she said that she was attacked by a ghost in the cemetery."

"Jinkies," Velma murmured, flipping through a dusty book on Columbus legends. "Camp Chase is known to be a pretty haunted spot, but the ghosts have never attacked anyone before."

"Like, there's a first time for everything," Shaggy shuddered. "Can this be the first time we, like, don't get scared out of our wits?"

As the sun slowly sank below the horizon, the van screeched to a halt in front of the twisted and rusty gates of Camp Chase, and Fred and the rest of the gang shambled out of the to investigate. "Okay, gang," Fred announced. "Abby said that the ghost attacked her at the grave of one Ben Allen."

"BEN ALLEN!" came a shout, causing Mystery Incorporated to jump. Behind them had appeared a tall, gaunt man in a gaudy red-and-white striped suit, a flat straw hat and a wooden cane. "Ben Allen is one of the many ghosts of Camp Chase…one of the echoes of long-dead soldiers and weeping lost lovers!"

"Who are you?" Velma asked the mysterious man.

"I know all there is to know about Camp Chase," the man boasted, his voice thick with a very fake Southern accent. "Because I am "Spooky" Sam Middleton." He poked Fred with the curved end of his cane. "What about you, young fellow? Care to brave the terrors of the cemetery for only five dollars?"

Fred waved Sam's cane away. "No thanks, we're just trying to get to our hotel," he lied, trying to get away from Spooky Sam. "It's supposed to be right past the cemetery."

"Three dollars?" Sam called desperately after them as they strode away. "Two-fifty?"

The gang tiptoed through the rows of graves in the darkening gloom. "Man, this place is, like, creepy," Shaggy moaned. Scooby whined sadly as tendrils of fog snaked around his paws.

A cool gust of wind blew through the graveyard, rustling the leaves of a nearby tree. "Shhh…" Velma commanded. "Listen…" Echoing through the graveyard was the sound of a woman sobbing!

"It's coming from over there," Fred whispered. He ducked around a tombstone and shined his flashlight onto…nothing!

"Jeepers, there's no one there," murmured Daphne.

Shaggy bit his lip in fear. "Well, we didn't just imagine that sound," he replied quietly.

"You sure didn't!" came the southern-accented voice of Spooky Sam, causing the gang to jump. "I believe you just met one of the many ghosts of Camp Chase Cemetery, Louisiana Briggs, otherwise known as the Grey Lady!"

A willowy blonde woman strolled onto the scene, her eyes blazing with fury. She wore a stained pink T-shirt and dirt-smudged blue jeans. A smear of dirt marred her cheek and her once-white tennis shoes were caked with dried mud. "Sam!" she snarled furiously. "I told you before! You can HAVE your ghost tours, but you'd BETTER leave my great-great-great-great…uh…great-great grandmother out of this!"

"Your grandmother?" the gang echoed in unison.

"Yes," the woman declared proudly. "I am Kendra Briggs, the great-great-oh, you get the idea-granddaughter of Louisiana Briggs. And I will not tolerate you profiting off my legacy, Sam!" Sam stammered under Kendra's fierce glare before turning tail and running away like a coward.

"Ms. Briggs?" Velma asked cautiously. "What was Sam talking about with the 'ghost?' "

Kendra looked down at the ground. "It's a very sad tale. Would you like to hear it?"

While Shaggy and Scooby motioned refusal, Kendra began her story.