"…Rumor has it that Charles Briggs always loved Louisiana, and saw Ben Allen as a threat. It's believed that he stole the necklace and framed Ben for the crime. With Ben out of the way, Charles could have Louisiana as his bride," Kendra finished.
"Jeepers, what a story," Daphne breathed.
"I've dedicated my life to finding the necklace and clearing Ben's name. I think that it will free Louisiana's spirit and allow her to move on."
"Well, good luck," Fred replied, rolling his eyes in disbelief.
"Oh, I don't need luck," Kendra replied cryptically, turning on her heel and melting into the fog.
Daphne nibbled on her bottom lip, smearing rose-colored lipstick on her teeth. "That certainly was…interesting."
"Try suspicious," Velma countered. "I think we should keep an eye on her."
Shaggy stepped forward. "Like, no way! The only thing we should be keeping our eyes on is a delicious turkey club! Can't we just agree that she's weird and get the heck out of Creepsville!?"
"Get out…" came a raspy whisper.
"Yes, exactly," Shaggy said. "Get out of here and into our nice, safe hotel with room service. Isn't that right…S-Scooby?"
Shaggy turned to the Great Dane, who stood frozen in horror, staring at the spectre that had just materialized in the graveyard. Floating in midair was a transparent woman wearing a shredded lavender gown. Her white-blonde hair floated as though underwater. She held a flickering candle in one skeletal hand. The other pointed towards the exit as she intoned once more, "Get out…"
Without hesitation, the sleuths of Mystery Incorporated beat a hasty retreat out of the graveyard, never looking back until they'd reached their hotel.