Scooby-Doo The Mystery Begins (insert reader) (Finished)

(Girl's side) Chapter 6: Ghosts?!

(F/A/N) POV:

After what happened on the bus, Scooby and I have been feeling bad, thinking it's our fault (Y/N) and Shaggy got in trouble. But that soon changes when we notice storm clouds coming. But my animal senses tell me that those are no ordinary clouds. Scooby must've noticed this as well.

He even digs a huge hole in the ground, big enough for the two of us to fit in. Once he's done, he jumps into the hole and grabs me to join him. Then he brings the dirt he dug to cover us for shelter.

(Y/N) POV:

Even though I stopped Fred from ruining the story on Daphne's book that doesn't stop Velma from throwing a tantrum.

"Do you realize what you almost did?" Velma asks.

"I said sorry," says Fred.

"You could have ruined everything!" she exclaims, not letting Fred hear the end of it.

As soon as she says that we notice the lights flickering on and off. We all become confused by this.

"Oh, what's going on?" Shaggy asks the question I'm sure we are all thinking about.

"Um, yeah. I thought the weather forecast said we were supposed to have clear skies today," I point out.

I mean, rainstorms and thunderstorms are the only logical explanation of why these lights are acting weird, right? What else could be the cause of it? Then all of a sudden, the room becomes freezing cold, causing Daphne, Velma and Shaggy to rub their arms for warmth, while Fred and I put our jackets on.

"Oh, wow, brain freeze without the slushy. Cool," says Shaggy.

What surprises us is that even his breath freezes up, like what happens in winter, even though it's supposed to be spring (I don't know what season it is, so try to go with it).

"Unusual climatic anomaly. There must be a logical explanation for this," says Velma.

Just as things couldn't get any stranger (note the sarcasm), a strong wind blows through the room. It's so strong that even books start flying off the shelves. We immediately stand up and try to avoid getting hit by the books.

"Get under the table!" I yell, not knowing what else to do to keep ourselves from getting hit.

We get under the table and cover our heads (pretend the table is big enough for all five of you to fit under).

"Like, I've heard of books flying off the shelves, but this is ridiculous!" Shaggy exclaims.

The moment he says that, a book actually hits me in the face. "Ow! You think?!" I exclaim, rubbing the spot where I was hit.

More books keep flying off the shelves. And then the computers start breaking, sparks flying, causing us to nearly jump and scream. Then after a moment or two, everything is silent. The lights are off, and books are scattered all over, but at least we're okay. We all let out a sigh, relieved that it's over, and then slowly, we carefully get up from under the table.

"Is everyone okay?" I ask, still freaked by what just happened.

"Yeah," says Fred.

"I think so," says Velma.

"I'm alright," says Daphne.

"Like me too," says Shaggy.

Just as we began to think it's over, an open book suddenly slams on the table, making us jump. That scared us so much that Daphne began to cling onto Fred, while Velma and Shaggy are clinging onto me.