Coast to Coast with Daphne Blake (Episodes Thread)

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Episode 1: The Forest of Doom

Daphne woke up to the annoying buzzing sound of her alarm clock. She groggily got out of bed and turned off her alarm. She groaned loudly, as she knew that she only had an hour and a half until she had to be at work. She still had to eat breakfast, shower, get dressed for the day, and her hair was a mess! She quickly shoveled down a bowl of cereal and milk, and got ready for a hot shower. She was still so tired (as she was every morning, she was not the 'early bird' type) that she nearly dozed off in the shower.

"Wake up Daphne, wake up!" she kept saying to herself, because it seemed like the only thing she could do to keep from falling asleep. Finally, she had gotten herself all clean, and just in time, too, she could feel her eyelids began to shut. She got out of the shower, dried herself off rapidly with her favorite, soft white towel that had her initials 'DB' on it, and looked at the clock.

"8:00?" Already?" Daphne lamented. She finally began to mentally wake up, as she always did around this time. Now, it was time for the seemingly million questions Daphne asked herself every day.

"Should I curl my hair? Should I leave it straight like I always do? Should I put it up? Or should I leave it down?" After 5 minutes of deciding and thinking, she decided on leaving it straight, and putting it up for the day. But she wasn't done with the questions yet. There was still the matter of how much eyeliner to put on, what kind of hairspray to use, and many more questions that had yet to be answered.

8:30, Daphne thought to herself. She quickly put on some eyeliner and make up, and tried to finish up in the bathroom. But, as always, it was 8:40 before she finished with the million 'fashion' questions she asked herself, and she had to be at work at 9 sharp, and she had a ten minute drive yet.

Ten minutes, Daphne sighed. She still needed to figure out she was going to wear yet for the day, which took her way too long to figure out. After questioning if every single pair of pants was 'in fashion' and whether it made her look 'pretty enough,' She finally slipped on a pair of pants with two minutes to spare.

She knew there was only two minutes before she had to leave, but yet, she asked herself, "Do I want to look professional? Or should I go for the more 'cutsie' look?" Ten minutes passed, and after trying on multiple shirts and dresses, she decided on 'the cutsie look' as she called it. She began taking the dress out of her closet, but then she realized the dress was too long for the pants, and she would have to wear tights! She threw the pants onto the bed, and slipped on the tights. Her watch began to beep.

"9:00! My boss is going to kill me!" she gasped. She quickly slipped into her dress, then grabbed her keys and ran out the door.



While driving to work, she imagined the scenarios when she came in late, and what she was going to say. "I was late because I was putting on a dress?" That seemed like a recipe for disaster. Maybe she could lie? Daphne didn't really like this idea, she wasn't much for lying, and she nearly always told the truth.

Another decision to make this morning, she thought.
While thinking and driving, she looked at some of the sights and signs, as she always did, on her way to work each morning. 'Now entering Crystal Cove', one said to the right of her. Daphne had always been unsure why they made two cities (Crystal Cove and Coolsville, the second one being the one Daphne lived in), and made them sound completely different, when she felt they were exactly the same city. Everyone in Coolsville and Crystal Cove consider the two cities as exactly the same. But the two cities explanation for the division of the cities was that Crystal Cove was a suburb of Coolsville, but they were not, and would never be the same two cities.


Daphne arrived at where she worked, the TV station, at 9:12.
"A little late, aren't we Miss Blake?" said the security guard at the gate.
"I'm sorry, my...um....car got in a terrible accident."
"Oh my gosh! Was anyone hurt?"
"No, it was just a fender-bender."
"Let me look at it. My hobby is to fix cars!"
Now Daphne was in trouble. She knew that when he looked at the back of the car, she'd be marked as a liar forever.
"Hmmmm... I don't see any damage here." the security guard looked suspiciously at Daphne.
"Umm...it actually happened last night. I was late because....I was picking it up from the mechanic."
"Oh, that's good. I thought for a second you were lying to get out of work. But you would never lie, would you Miss Blake?"
"Me? Of course not!" Daphne gave a fake-ish type smile and laughed along with the security guard.
"Go right ahead Miss Blake, I won't keep you any longer."
Daphne parked her car quickly, and ran in the building, hoping that no one else would question her about being late to work. But she knew everyone would, after all, she had rehearsal for her now famous show, Coast to Coast with Daphne Blake, and if she wasn't there, there was no show.


Now 30 minutes late after her long talk with the security guard, she arrived at the rehearsal room.
"Where have you been?" asked Daphne's cameraman, Fred Jones.
Daphne had always had a strange relationship with Fred. All throughout high school, people had thought they liked each other, much to Daphne's dismay. After the sort of 'break-up' of Mystery Inc, when they were all tired of catching fake monsters and faux ghouls, Fred and Daphne had ran off from the rest of the gang to do 'Coast to Coast with Daphne Blake'. Ever since that, Fred was always treating her like she was helpless, something Daphne took as 'flirting' as if he liked her. She absolutely hated Fred acting like a lovesick idiot towards her, and vocally expressed this to him.

"For your information, my car broke down." said Daphne angrily.
"You know I'm good with cars, I could have helped Daphne. You didn't need to get your delicate hands dirty." Fred replied back.
Daphne had to take a deep breath and count to ten before she replied to this sexist comment.
"I can handle myself!" said Daphne firmly,just as she had said when he had asked "Are you OK?" up on Moonscar Island when one of the zombies had grabbed her.
Fred gave her a confused look.
Daphne was already embarassed. "Well, let's just get started filming."
"Coast to Coast with Daphne Blake: Season 2: Haunted America: Episode 2......" Fred rambled.
"Just get on with it!" Daphne barked.
"OK, OK, don't be so grouchy!"
"Filming in 3...2...1..."
"Welcome to Season 2 of my new show, Haunted America. Today, I'm going to look into the most haunted forest area in America, Pine Forest, where there is supposedly a ghost that grabs anyone who goes into the forest . 16 people have been reported missing in this forest in the last year, and there have been no signs of a struggle at the scenes of the disappearance."
Daphne signaled to Fred to turn off the camera.
"We'll film Scene 2 tomorrow." Daphne explained to Fred.


Luckily for Daphne, her boss wasn't around today, and she had the rest of the day off to pack for her next trip, to Pine Forest. Her previous trip, to Moonscar Island with the rest of the gang had been a complete bust. She had found real, terrifying zombies and cat creatures, but she had lost all the evidence in quicksand. Not only that, but her boss had scheduled Season 2 Episode 1 to air on TV on September 29, which was only a few days after she got back from Moonscar Island. The problem was, she couldn't find any footage in time for September 29, so she had to quick throw together a clip show, which made her ratings drop significantly for that week.

It was Sunday, September 30 now, and her show aired every Saturday morning. Luckily, the next Saturday, October 5 was scheduled as a repeat of a Season 1 episode, so she had until October 12 to get new material for Episode 2. And this time, she had to get new material for her show, she couldn't just make all of Season 2 'clip shows' or her boss might cancel the show due to low ratings.

Daphne decided to go visit Velma at her bookshop, Velma's Mystery Books. It seemed like she was happy where she was working, but it always seemed like she was longing for something else.

"Daphne! What a nice surprise!!" Velma smiled.
It seemed like Velma had 'lit up' when Daphne came in the bookstore.
"Daphne!" A familiar voice said.
"Shaggy? Scooby? What are you doing here?"Daphne said, as Shaggy and Scooby came out from behind a bookshelf.
"Like, we got fired from another job!" Shaggy sheepishly said.
"Let me guess, you ate all the food again." Daphne guessed.
"Yeah. It seems the only job we can keep is feeding our stomachs 24/7."
"Reah. Heehehehee" Scooby laughed.
"Can I have The Haunted Ghost Town mysteries #22: The Ghost in the Ghost Town?" asked a customer, who just entered Velma's shop."
"Just a second." Velma said.
5 more people got in line, waiting for Velma to help them.
"Well, I can see you're busy, and I've got to pack for another ghost hunting trip for my show." Daphne explained.
"OK, thanks for stopping in!" Velma smiled.
As Daphne closed the door, she could hear Velma sighing, as if her heart sunk when Daphne left.

An annoying beeping noise could be heard. It was time for Daphne to wake up again. Daphne once again shoveled down a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios, and got in the shower. She would have to be ready to pick up Fred at 10 o'clock. It was the same routine as any other morning, but for a reason that she could not explain in her head, she felt like she needed to look especially pretty today, like a fashion model, even though she was only going to get all dirty in the woods. She put on extra eyeliner, perfume, deodorant, and so much makeup that her face was almost glowing red. She also decided to make her hair curly today, instead of straight, like she always did. She just couldn't put her finger on why she needed to look so pretty today. It was because it was the first 'real' episode of her new season, that was why. She thought. But yet, she still wasn't so sure.

Finally, she was ready to go, and got in her car, turned on WZOP, which was her favorite radio station.

Fred hopped in Daphne's car, and seemed to be acting differently around her. It seemed like he wanted to say something to her, but couldn't think of the words to say it.

Finally, he said it, "So.....you look different."
"Oh what, you mean the hair? It was nothing."
Daphne felt disgusted with herself suddenly. Did I just play hard to get? she asked herself.
She immediately straightened up. The car was silent for most of the way to Pine Forest. The radio helped a little bit to fill the void spots where words should have been.
"We're finally here." sighed Daphne.
"Turn on the camera Fred" Daphne instructed.
Fred did as he was told.
"This is the haunted Pine Forest, where supposedly a phantom has been seen and heard floating around. We're now at the spot where supposedly people disappeared."
"Oooooooooooh!"
"I think we just heard our first signs of the haunting!" Daphne said excitedly, although she still was a little shook up from the strange car ride.
Suddenly, a figure appeared. He had a huge ax, and was wearing red lumberjack's clothes.
"Are you getting this Fred?" Daphne said nervously.
"Y-yeah" Fred shivered.
The lumberjack ghost tripped over a rock.
"Whoopsies!" the lumberjack said, in a stupid voice.
The lumberjack was lying in the dirt , his pant leg slightly up from falling. Fred touched his leg.
"I don't think this is a ghost Daph." Fred said somberly.
Daphne took the mask off.
"This isn't a ghost" Daphne said. She could smell alcohol on his breath.
"Fred, this is a drunk man!" Daphne said, in shock.

He started to wake up. "I'm sorry Daphne, I just wanted to be on your show so bad." he drunkenly moaned "So when you said you were coming here last season I kidnapped 16 people. They're all alive and well at my house over there."
He pointed to a cabin over in the woods. Daphne and Fred hiked over there, and sure enough, it was the 16 people who had supposedly disappeared. Daphne groaned, and hit delete on her camera, deleting all the footage of the 'ghost' lumberjack.


Daphne went back to the TV studio, and ran into her boss, Jim Sands, head of the TV studio.
"So Daphne, did you get the footage?" Mr. Sands demanded.
"No, the ghost was a drunken idiot." Daphne said angrily.
"I don't care. It's October 1st today, you have 11 days to get that footage, or I'm cancelling Coast to Coast."

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EPISODE 2: “HOUSE ON TERROR HILL”

PART 1
Daphne rapidly typed in “haunted attractions” into her iPad.
1293489 results.
She skimmed through most of them, but half of them led her to webpages that sounded like they were written by an 8-year-old boy. She sighed loudly, thinking of the thought that she only had a week to find a haunted attraction, visit it, prove there were ghosts, edit the footage, and make it interesting to her viewers. She had to etch the thought out of her mind, because just thinking about it made her exhausted.
Her show normally aired on Saturday mornings, and today was Saturday, October 5, but luckily, a repeat of the Season 1 finale was scheduled for today. Her first episode of the season had been a total bust; it was just a clip show of scenes from her first season. If Daphne’s boss didn’t have the footage for Season 2, Episode 2 in his hands by Friday night, he said he would schedule in another show in her timeslot, making her show officially cancelled.
The days went by fast, as usual, and Daphne moped around the house all weekend, hoping something would come to her. But it didn’t.
Daphne could hear a loud ringing sound again. It was Monday; the day Daphne hated the most. Especially this Monday, because this Monday was the day she had to tell her boss “No, I didn’t find any material for the show this weekend.”
Daphne drove to work, and everything just seemed bland and the same. No excitement, no ideas, no difference from any other day. She reached the gate at the TV station, and looked to the side of the gate.
Now that’s different, Daphne thought as she saw a new security worker operating the gate.
Daphne tried to be her normal chipper self, but she couldn’t muster up the energy to be friendly.

She sort of moaned “Hello” to the new security guard.
“I heard your show might get canceled.” The security guard whispered.
“How did you know that?” Daphne asked, confused about how he would have gotten that information.
“I know a lot of things. Now, I think I may have a haunted attraction for this week’s show Daphne?”
“Do I know you?”
“No, but I’ve done my research on you.”
Who the heck is this creep? Daphne questioned.
“Go to Terror Hill in Parlonville, you’ll see the house.”
“Which house?” Daphne asked.
“You’ll know, it’s the only one on the block. I hope this helps you Daphne A. Blake.”
It was bad enough he knew her first name, but how the heck did he know her middle initial and last name?
“Just let me through!” Daphne asserted, although she didn’t feel assertive at all.
“OK, I hope I helped you Ms. Blake.”
As he opened the gate, Daphne nearly ripped off part of the gate because she was so frightened of how this random dude knew her middle initial and last name. Sure, he could have been a viewer of her show, and knew her last name by watching, but she never revealed her middle name on the show, or anywhere for that matter.
This guy must have really done his research on her. Daphne thought.

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Episode 2: The House on Terror Hill
293489 results.

She skimmed through most of them, but half of them led her to webpages that sounded like they were written by an 8-year-old boy. She sighed loudly, thinking of the thought that she only had a week to find a haunted attraction, visit it, prove there were ghosts, edit the footage, and make it interesting to her viewers. She had to etch the thought out of her mind, because just thinking about it made her exhausted.

Her show normally aired on Saturday mornings, and today was Saturday, October 5, but luckily, a repeat of the Season 1 finale was scheduled for today. Her first episode of the season had been a total bust; it was just a clip show of scenes from her first season. If Daphne’s boss didn’t have the footage for Season 2, Episode 2 in his hands by Friday night, he said he would schedule in another show in her timeslot, making her show officially cancelled.

The days went by fast, as usual, and Daphne moped around the house all weekend, hoping something would come to her. But it didn’t.

Daphne could hear a loud ringing sound again. It was Monday; the day Daphne hated the most. Especially this Monday, because this Monday was the day she had to tell her boss “No, I didn’t find any material for the show this weekend.”

Daphne drove to work, and everything just seemed bland and the same. No excitement, no ideas, no difference from any other day. She reached the gate at the TV station, and looked to the side of the gate.

Now that’s different, Daphne thought as she saw a new security worker operating the gate.

Daphne tried to be her normal chipper self, but she couldn’t muster up the energy to be friendly.


She sort of moaned “Hello” to the new security guard.

“I heard your show might get canceled.” The security guard whispered.

“How did you know that?” Daphne asked, confused about how he would have gotten that information.

“I know a lot of things. Now, I think I may have a haunted attraction for this week’s show Daphne?”

“Do I know you?”

“No, but I’ve done my research on you.”

Who the heck is this creep? Daphne questioned.

“Go to Terror Hill in Parlonville, you’ll see the house.”

“Which house?” Daphne asked.

“You’ll know, it’s the only one on the block. I hope this helps you Daphne A. Blake.”

It was bad enough he knew her first name, but how the heck did he know her middle initial and last name?

“Just let me through!” Daphne asserted, although she didn’t feel assertive at all.

“OK, I hope I helped you Ms. Blake.”

As he opened the gate, Daphne nearly ripped off part of the gate because she was so frightened of how this random dude knew her middle initial and last name. Sure, he could have been a viewer of her show, and knew her last name by watching, but she never revealed her middle name on the show, or anywhere for that matter.

This guy must have really done his research on her. Daphne thought.


Daphne had planned just a night of relaxing in the comfort of her home. Maybe watching a few movies, eating some popcorn and some well deserved R & R. It was only 5 o’clock at the time, so she figured she could eat a nice relaxing dinner at home, without anyone to bother her. Suddenly, her phone began to ring obnoxiously just as she was getting a glass of water. Daphne let out a big sigh, and looked at the phone. It was a text from Fred. “Any good footage yet Daph?” she read aloud. Daphne threw her phone to the ground. “No Fred, no footage yet!” Daphne yelled, as if Fred could hear her. Daphne sat down on her couch in a huff, mad that Fred was expecting that she already had footage. She was just about to look for a movie to watch when someone began knocking on her door. What now? She silently asked herself.


She opened the door to find Velma smiling.

Velma asked “Hi Daph, any good footage of monsters yet?”

“No, but I think if anyone else asks me I can just start filming myself, because I’ll turn into a monster pretty soon.”

“Sorry Daph, I didn’t know!” Velma defended.

“It’s not your fault Velms, I’m just having a tough night.”

“Why’s your phone on the floor?” Velma asked.

“That’s it’s new home, it lives there now” Daphne said sarcastically. She picked it up and set it on the table.

Daphne realized how uninviting she had been to Velma, “Sorry, come on in.”

“You want to talk?” Velma kindly asked.

“Sure, well, let’s start from the top.”

Daphne began telling Velma all about the “drunken” ghost that Fred and her had found, and then she told Velma about her boss, and that she had less than a week to get the footage for her boss or she could risk losing her job.

“That sounds awful!” Velma sympathized.

“And then there was this weird dude…” Daphne started telling Velma about the odd new security guard and the place he had told her to go.

“Daphne, that’s perfect! You should go there!”

“Excuse me?” Daphne asked confusedly “You want me to go to a random guy’s house?"

“No, Terror Hill is where Skull Mansion is, that place is rumored to be haunted! Look!”

Velma pulled up a website of numerous famous haunted attractions.

“OK, but I’m not going alone.” Daphne said uneasily.

“Of course not, I’ll go too! It’ll be just you and me, a girls’ trip!”

Daphne admired Velma’s chipperness, but she really wasn’t in the mood for it. She just wanted to feel sorry for herself in peace.

“Yeah! And while we’re there we can gossip about boys, tell secrets, and slap each other silly with pillows!” Daphne said sarcastically.

“I said a girls’ trip, not a teenage slumber party. If you don’t want to go, no one’s forcing you.” Velma reassured.

“OK, I guess it could be fun.” Daphne lightened up a little bit. “But I get the first shot at you with the pillow.”

Velma smiled, and Daphne began packing.



Daphne had nearly slept the whole trip, being grumpy really knocked her out. She usually wasn’t in such a bad mood as she had been in for the past two weeks, and the state of not being in a fun, bubbly mood tired her out.

Daphne gave out a small yawn, and looked around to try to wake herself up.

Daphne stretched her arms and yawned again.

“Where are we?” she asked.

“Almost there, only a mile away.” Velma told her.

“Oh good!” Daphne began to cheer up and pulled her camera out. “Better get this ready for action in a moment. Well, I guess this is a good of time as any to do my intro.”

She took a drink a water and pressed the record button.

“We’re here at…”

She stopped and started coughing a bit.

She laughed a little bit. Still coughing, she hoarsely said, “Note to self: never talk with water in your mouth.”

“Take 2!” She pressed the button again.

“We’re right here at Herror Till and…”

She began laughing at her mistake again.

“Take 3!”

“We’re now at…”

This time, nothing even happened and Daphne just burst out giggling. She started taking deep breaths. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“Take…”

Daphne didn’t even hit the record button this time and she started laughing uncontrollably again.

“On a sugar high Daph?” Velma questioned.

“Yeah, I think the Blizzard we picked up at Dairy Queen got me a little loopy.” She said, as she took some deep breaths.

“I just have to calm down a little bit.”

After a few seconds she decided to try again.

“My friend Velma’s along for the ride this time as we go to Terror….”

The camera slipped out of her hands, only making Daphne burst out laughing again.

“Daphne, are you OK?” Velma asked her.

“Yeah, I’m OK, I’m OK!” Daphne said, as she was nearly on the floor with laughter.

“Note to self: never give Daphne sugar!” Velma rolled her eyes at Daphne’s goofy antics.


They finally arrived at Terror Hill Road.

“Where’s the house?” Velma asked. “It’s not on this road at all.”

“Wait, did you try going up the hill?” Daphne chimed in.

“No...I didn’t even notice that…” Velma began driving up the hill.

“Man, this place is spooky at night!” Daphne commented.

“There’s the house right up there…”

Both of the girls shivered. The garage on the house was perfectly shaped like a skull.

They parked in the driveway, and turned off the car.

“Well, I guess we should get out.” Daphne said.

“Yep, we should.” Velma nervously said.

Both of them knew they were stalling for time, but the house looked so spooky that neither of them truly wanted to go in.

They slowly opened their car doors and got out. They began walking up to the door in the chilling night winds.

“V-v-v-velma…..The door’s open.”

The house was completely dark, it appeared no one was there.

Velma and Daphne quick ran in, and shut the door.

Daphne checked her phone, “40 mile an hour winds tonight, they’ve got a wind advisory out right now.”

“Well, I guess that means no leaving.” Velma shivered.

“No leaving” Daphne repeated nervously.

Both girls were terrified of what was to come in the night.

Daphne walked around the house. It was huge, in fact it had over 60 rooms.

“Velma, dinner’s made!” Daphne called from the dining room.

“You made it that fast?” Velma asked befuddledly.

“No, but someone else did.” Daphne shivered.“Well, there’s no time better than now to film.”

“I’m Daphne Blake, and we are here at Terror Hill, a supposedly haunted house. It appears we were expected, as dinner has already been made for us.” She tasted it. “And it’s warm too….which means someone was in this house less than 15 minutes ago….and maybe still is.” Daphne turned off her camera.

“Alphabet soup? What kind of dinner is this?” Velma asked. She swirled at the soup a bit with her spoon. “Let’s see if it spells anything.”

The soup began coming to a stop. A “b” and an “e” began surfacing at the top of the soup. 4 more letters quickly came up.

The letters stopped, and spelled “B-E-W-A-R-E”

Velma shivered a bit. “Is the soup haunted?”

“Probably just a coincidence.” Daphne shook off the fear that surrounded her mind.

Daphne stirred at her’s a little bit too. The soup came to a stop.

“Nope, it’s not.” Daphne said.

“What makes you say that?” Velma asked.

“Because mine says the same thing….” Daphne shuttered.

The girls were so scared that they didn’t notice that the person had left bread for them too.

Velma picked at her soup a little more, but Daphne didn’t eat.

“Aren’t you hungry?” Velma asked.

“Starving. But there’s something not right about that soup.”

Suddenly, the ceiling opened up and a knife fell down.

“Look out!!!!” Daphne yelled, and Velma jumped out of the way.

“Wow! That was close. I wonder if it was an accident.” Velma was still a bit shell-shocked from her near-death experience.

“Nope.” Daphne said.

“What makes you so sure?” Velma shuttered, afraid to get an answer.

Daphne pointed under Velma’s chair. There was a huge red X right where Velma was sitting.

As Velma gasped for air, Daphne sat down again and turned on her camera.

All of a sudden, Daphne’s soup began swirling again.

“Daphne, don’t spin your soup. Who knows what it might say this time?”

“But, I didn’t touch it.”

The soup came to a stop, and said “watch your back.”

“I’m getting out of here!” Velma yelled.

She ran to the front door, but it was locked tight.

“We’re trapped!” she gasped.

“That’s OK,” Daphne said, “I need some more footage anyways. Haunted soup is all well and good, but I need an actual ghost on camera.”

“What are we going to do tonight?” Velma panicked.

“Well, I’ll tell you one thing, we’re not going anywhere near that soup again.” Daphne said, “Let’s play some cards.”

“Cards? How can you play cards at a time like this?” Velma demanded.

“Who’s the pessimistic one now?” Daphne smiled, “Anyways, cards is a good way to stay awake, and I don’t know about you, but there’s no way I’m going to bed now.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Velma gave in.

Daphne began shuffling the cards, and dealt them out to Velma.

“D-d-daphne?” Velma shivered.

“Yeah?”

“Did you bring that knife in here?”

“No. Why?”

“Because it’s right on the table.”

Daphne screamed. Suddenly, they began to hear a clanging sound.

“What’s that?” Velma became alert.

A suit of armor began walking towards them, and Daphne immediately hit record. The armor picked up the knife, and began chasing Daphne and Velma with it.

“Jeepers!” Daphne yelled, and began running with her camera pointed behind her to get footage of the knight.

They ran towards a door, and Daphne attempted to open it.

“It’s locked!” she said.

The knight was running towards them and the door.

“1, 2, 3, JUMP!”

They quickly jumped to the side, as the knight crashed into the door.

“Let’s see if it’s a human…..” Velma shivered, as she lifted up the mask.

“It’s probably that creepy security guard.” Daphne guessed.

“It’s...no one.” Velma said, confused.

The knight was suddenly inanimate, and the house was completely silent.

Daphne and Velma waited up for another two hours, but all was silent and no more paranormal activity occurred.

Daphne could barely lift her eyelids anymore, and Velma was nearly asleep.

“Well, I guess we better go to bed.” Daphne yawned.

Daphne quickly undressed for the night while Velma brushed her teeth.

While Velma brushed her teeth, Daphne swore she heard a ghostly laugh coming from another room. She shivered, as Velma came back in and asked her what was wrong.

“Nothing.” Daphne didn’t want to say anything more to worry Velma.

Daphne slept through most of the night, while Velma tossed and turned all night, out of fear that she wouldn’t survive the night.

Daphne squinted her eyes to see a ghoulish figure in the corner of her eye. She jumped up and began running.

“Velma!” she yelled to wake her up.

Daphne didn’t look back, but could hear Velma following her so she felt a little relief.

Daphne looked behind her to see that no one was following her.

Luckily, Daphne grabbed her camera and was filming the chase.

"Now...WHAT WAS THAT?" Daphne screamed.

"That must of been......" Velma started to talk, but then froze as a ghostly giggling interrupted her.

The figure appeared at the door. Daphne reached out to touch it, to see if it was real. Her hand went right through it, but yet it was able to grab her sleeve. Daphne was so scared, she ripped her shirt sleeve as she ran down the stairs.

Daphne and Velma both looked for a quick place to hide, but found nothing as the grotesque phantom approached.

Suddenly, the grandfather clock struck 6, and the sun began creeping in the shutters. The phantom's shadowy essence began to disappear, but as it disappeared, it pointed angrily at both girls. The phantom lunged at Velma and Daphne, and just as it was about to reach them, it disappeared into the morning sun rays.


The girls were so scared, they didn't think twice about leaving now that the ghost was gone and the door was unlocked.


Daphne strutted into work that morning, proud that her troubles of finding footage were finally over. She happily gave the footage to her boss, and submitted it to the editing department.


Her boss gave the footage a quick run through. "1 minute too short." He frowned, as if to show disapproval. Daphne quick ran through her camera, and found the footage of her getting loopy still on the camera. "Add a bloopers scene at the end" Daphne decided out loud.


As she returned home, she gave the footage a quick run through of the footage she had. She shivered again at the soup scene, thinking about just how fast the events of the night went. She noticed something different though, during the card scene, there was that phantom, who was standing right behind her. Apparently the scene only showed up on camera somehow. Daphne felt uneasy knowing that a ghost was behind her and she didn't even know it.


Meanwhile, at the window, the apparition from Terror Hill was watching Daphne watch the footage, and faded away into the night.

[Doo]

Episode 3: A Night in Dracula's Castle
“And that’s it for this week’s Coast to Coast guys!” Daphne announced to her viewers cheerfully. “Don’t forget, next week is our 2nd annual Halloween special!”
She signaled to the cameraman to turn off the camera.
Daphne felt a happiness that she hadn’t felt with her last two shows; she couldn’t decide if it was because she was going to Transylvania tomorrow night or if it was because her last show went so well. Either way, she loved the feeling and it was the best she had felt in a while.

Daphne took off her jacket as she opened the creaky front door. As she got in her bedroom, she looked at the enormous amount of clothes and all the numerous different combinations she could wear them in to Transylvania. After a long day of work, even Daphne was too tired to think about these things. With a sigh, she quickly changed into sweatpants and a tank top and collapsed on her bed.

Even though she had slept for a full hour, it felt like only seconds after when the doorbell rang. Daphne groggily slipped a sweatshirt over her head as she walked to the door. “Jeepers, who is it now?” Daphne sleepily mumbled.
“Surprise!” Shaggy and Scooby yelled in tandem.
“Like, we wanted to do something special since you’re gone until the 1st.” Shaggy smiled.
“Thanks guys, but I’m really ti -” Daphne only partly got her thought out before Shaggy interrupted.
“No, we insist, we brought 3 cakes and everything.” Shaggy revealed the party hats and cake in his hand, while Scooby held the presents.
“Three cakes?” Daphne asked quizzically.
“Like, Scooby and I each eat a whole cake, so we figured you’d want some too.”
Scooby giggled.
Daphne couldn’t help but laugh at Shaggy and Scooby’s obsession with food. “I couldn’t eat another bite guys, I’m just really ex -”
“We know, you’re just really excited to see us.”
Daphne quickly straightened out her hair with her hands, as she realized it was messy from lying down. She was nearly exhausted to tears, but she realized Shaggy and Scooby were trying hard to make her feel special, so she finally gave in and decided to eat a piece of cake. Shaggy cut her a piece from the cake, and she began eating the slice.
“I thought you said there were three cakes, so where’s the other two?” Daphne questioned
“Scooby!” Shaggy yelled, as Scooby shoved both cakes in his mouth. “Now I don’t get any!”
“You can have mine,” Daphne offered, “I can never eat all this anyway.”
As fast as she offered, Shaggy shoved the rest of Daphne’s cake down his throat.
Daphne laughed out loud. “There are times like this where I miss solving mysteries.” She reminisced.


Daphne woke up the next morning to a loud buzzing in her room. It was strange, she felt exhausted, but yet excited to go to Transylvania today. She quickly finished packing and went into her car, heading towards the airport.


Daphne slept most of the plane ride, she only woke up when she heard the pilot loudly announce that they were arriving in Transylvania momentarily.

It was nine at night in Transylvania when she arrived, and the view as Daphne was leaving the airport was spectacular. Her bright red hair blew as the wind gusted, and she pulled her sweatshirt tightly around her body because of the chill. Her heels clicked all the way down the sidewalk as she hustled to the train station. Because she was a famous TV star, Daphne got the all-expenses paid VIP tour around Transylvania. The train was set to pick her up at 9:30 sharp, where she was then to go to Dracula’s castle.
Someone put their arm on Daphne’s shoulder, “Exxxcuse me miss!”
Daphne let out a high-pitched scream.
“Don’t be alarmed, it’s only me, Igor the conductor.” Igor cackled after he finished his sentence.
Igor was a short man, who had a hunched back, and a big, creepy-looking smile.
“Oh,” Daphne tried to catch her breath, “I thought you were something else.” She still felt a little uneasy about his sinister appearance. She hopped in the train, which was decorated for the Halloween season.
“So, what’s the itinerary for tonight?” Daphne asked curiously.
“I’ll show you to your room, and you have the night to unpack.” Igor informed.
Daphne was glad there was nothing to do tonight, she needed the night to unwind.
Igor quickly drove through the area up towards Dracula’s castle.
“Beautiful castle!” Daphne said in awe.
“You wouldn’t say that if you knew the legend…”
“What legend?”
“500 years ago tonight, Count Dracula fell into a deep sleep, and vowed to wake up tonight at the full moon.”
“You know that’s not real, right.”
“Oh, you’ll see.” Igor chuckled maniacally, making Daphne slightly nervous.

“Here’s your room, Ms. Blake” Igor said, in his nasally, unnerving voice.
“Thanks Igor!” Daphne said perkily.
“See you in the morning, that is, if you make it until then.” Igor walked down the hall, cackling to himself.
Daphne quickly unpacked her things and put on something to sleep in. She adjusted the covers rapidly and curled up into a cozy position in bed.

Daphne woke up near ten the next morning, taking the covers off of herself with a yawn. Stretching her arms back, she got out of bed and adjusted her hair so it was suitable for breakfast. She quick put on some makeup and put a grey sweatshirt given to her by the TV station over her tank top. As she groggily walked down the stairs, she said good morning to a few of her fellow tourists with a smile as she headed towards the breakfast table.

The day went quick, volunteering at the town’s Halloween Week celebration booths. It was funner than she expected, helping the kids carve pumpkins and other various activities to celebrate the holiday. She was more excited about the night, because she was going to get a chance to investigate some of the paranormal rumors of the famous Count Dracula in the castle. As the night at the Halloween Carnival went on, it got colder and colder, and Daphne thought she was going to freeze to death in the chill night air. Just as it got unbearable, the tour director, John Spilka, announced over the intercom system that the train was here to take Daphne back to the castle. Daphne shivered as she pulled her sweatshirt around her body walking onto the train. At that moment, she noticed Igor, who was driving the train yet again.
“Hey Igor, what’s up?” she asked cheerily.
“Your time is up, if you go back into that castle!” Igor yelled ominously.
“Look, I know they hired you to be all scary for the tourists, but can we please cut the crap and have a normal conversation?”
“I was serious! Dracula is awake from his 500 year slumber, I saw him roaming the castle halls last night!”
Daphne rolled her eyes.
Igor’s voice suddenly turned from raspy and scary into a normal man’s voice.
“Look, I’m not really Igor.”
“Aha, now we’re getting somewhere” Daphne smiled.
“I’m Agent Ethan Gorr, from the Transylvania Police Department. I was sent here on an assignment to investigate some eerie disappearances in that castle.”
“So you think there’s some weird axe-murderer down there killing people?”
“No, my research has led me to believe that there are supernatural creatures at work here. I’ve seen some weird things in there - secret passages, doors slamming by themselves, and some strange electrical noises in the basement at night.”
“So why dress up as Igor, why not just say you’re an agent investigating this case?”
“These are supernatural forces, not humans. We don’t know who to trust, one of them could be working for Dracula.”
“Wait, Dracula? You mean you really believe in that children’s nonsense?” Daphne asked.
“Like I’ve said, I’ve seen him, but he’s never seen me. Wait, aren’t you investigating because you think there’s some creature hiding in there?”
“I’ve met real ghosts, zombies, and even cat creatures before. This place just seems intentionally designed to scare children, not real scary. Everywhere I’ve investigated before has always had a weird, paranormal vibe. This just seems kiddy and ridiculous.”
“Look, if you want to go wandering that castle alone at night, be my guest. Don’t blame me if you die.”


Daphne went down into the cold, dark cellar by herself to investigate the claims made by the agent, even though she doubted the existence of the thing she was searching for. As she walked down the cold basement hallway, she saw and heard nothing out of the ordinary, until a loud electrical sound zapped down the hallway. As she inched closer to the door where the electrical surge came from, Daphne glanced above herself to see a light buzzing on and off. She made a sigh of relief that there was no danger, until she saw the tall dark figure under the light. As the light flashed on, it revealed a horrible, gruesome figure with a pale green face that had numerous scars. There were huge, grey bolts through his monstrous head. Daphne shouted in terror, and ran up the stairs as the horrible figure began chasing her. As she burst up the staircase, the huge figure slowly followed her. She attempted to pull on the door leading to upstairs, the lock wouldn’t budge as she frantically tugged at it. Feeling a sudden need to stop for a few seconds while she caught her breath, she leaned against the wall, causing the wall to spin around back into the hallway near her room. Daphne breathed heavily from tiredness and terror while walking back into her room. She was so freaked out by the giant monster, she jumped in her bed and pulled the covers over her head without getting ready for bed or changing into her sleep clothes. As she shivered in the bed, the realization hit her that the ghostly figure she had seen was Frankenstein. Aha, she thought in her head, that must have been what the electrical noise was. He must have been...brought back from the dead. The fact hit her like a rock, that there actually was a real monster running around the castle at night. And what if it found her in her room? Daphne had to push the thought out of her head if she was ever going to get any sleep for the long day ahead tomorrow.

Daphne couldn’t stay asleep for the full night, even reading, which usually immediately put her to sleep, wasn’t helping push away the thoughts that she may be harmed or even killed by the hideous creature, roaming somewhere in the castle halls.
“This vay, Frankenstein, let’s see if the snooper is in this room” said a creepy, raspy voice.
Her heart was pounding, and blood was rushing to her head, as she hid her body under the covers, trying to make it as flat as possible to avoid being seen.
Footsteps came into the room, followed by a deep voice saying, “not in here, master.”
“Good, then ve vill see vhere else the intruder may have vandered.”
The footsteps slowly got fainter and fainter, as Daphne let out a huge exhaling sigh. She knew she couldn’t just sit in that room waiting for the creatures to attack her, so she quickly changed into a green Coast to Coast t-shirt and some light grey yoga pants, and slipped out of the room to warn the other fellow tourists.

As she reached for the first door next to her room, she slowly opened it and peered around the door.
“Hello?” Daphne whispered.
No one was there.
Odd, Daphne thought, I heard them all come back an hour ago.
Daphne carefully checked the other rooms, finding no one, to her dismay.
How is that possible?, she thought.
Daphne knew the only thing left to do was to get out of the castle before she too disappeared like the rest of the tourists.

To avoid attracting unwanted attention to herself, Daphne slowly sneaked down to the main castle entrance, making her steps as carefully as possible. As she arrived at the front door, a quick pull of the knob let her know that there was no way out. About to turn around, she saw a large shadow clouding her view. Painfully, she spun around, only to find Count Dracula, who had his arms extended and fangs pointed towards her throat. She opened her mouth to scream, but she was so scared that all the sound seemed to disappear from her mouth. In the spur of the moment, she quickly shuffled around the corner and ran down the steps. As she ducked around numerous corners, she had to stop for a brief second to catch her breath. She put her hand up to her heart, and could feel the pounding of it through her thick sweatshirt. She was so frightened, she cupped her hands around her mouth to avoid letting the scream be heard. Although her immediate response was to curl up into a ball to shield herself from the terrifying surroundings, she knew she had to run as she heard footsteps coming down the dark hallway. The footsteps slowly got closer and closer, even though she was running as fast as humanly possible. Her heart nearly stopped when she felt a cold, clammy hand on her shoulder.
“Daphne!” the voice said.
Daphne turned around to see Agent Gorr, who looked almost as terrified as she did.
“Thank god you’re here!” she whispered.
“You’ve seen them too?” Ethan asked her.
“Yes, I nearly didn’t get away.”
“Well, follow me, I’ve been investigating here for a while, so I know all the secret passages that’ll get us out of here so you can get your film of Dracula back to your show safely.”
Daphne had been so scared, she had completely forgot to film anything past where Dracula nearly got her. She quickly turned it back on, and put her camera strap so the camera faced behind them, to catch whatever may be chasing them.
“Don’t look now, but I think we have company.” Ethan gulped.
Frankenstein let out a loud roar, as he reached his hands around the two humans. As he attempted to grab them, both of them ran as quick as they could around the hallway into a large room.
“Where are we?” Daphne whispered.
“In the ballroom. Now if we can get on the other side, there’s a secret passage that I found that will lead us out of this basement before..”
“You vill not escape!” Dracula shouted.
“Other way other way other way!” Daphne repeatedly yelled at Ethan.
“Oh, really? I was thinking about running up to Dracula and giving him a hug.” Agent Gorr said sarcastically.
Daphne rolled her eyes.
“Any other secret passages around?” she asked.
“Yes, but we’ll have to go back where we first met up and go the opposite direction.”
Daphne felt a tingling of fear inside her stomach as she heard loud footsteps behind her. Her instincts told her to look back to see what might be chasing her, but she immediately voided the idea, telling herself she would watch the film once she was back in the studio.


As they nearly made it to the other side of the basement, the footsteps behind them were getting louder.
“Here we are.” Ethan whispered quietly.
“But...this is just a statue.” Daphne pointed out.
Ethan quickly pressed a button and the statue split in half, revealing a secret staircase leading back upstairs. Daphne suddenly felt some relief, until she checked behind her and saw Dracula and Frankenstein nearly had caught up to them.
“Quick, up the stairs!” Daphne yelled, as Ethan pressed a button inside the staircase, closing the gap in the statue. She could hear what she presumed to be Frankenstein, pounding on the now-closed statue, trying to get in.
“Now, up the other staircase!” Ethan yelled.
“But...this will lead us back to our bedrooms. That’s not going to help us escape.”
“Yes, it will, just come on.” Ethan urged.
As they opened the door to Daphne’s room, clothes were thrown everywhere and the room was a complete mess.
“Someone must have been looking for something in your suitcase.” Ethan guessed.
“Umm...that was me” Daphne smiled sheepishly, as she picked up a pair of purple and pink striped socks off of a chair.
She began picking up all of the clothes off of the floor, when Ethan interjected “Shouldn’t we be trying to escape? You can buy new clothes at home.”
“Aww..but I love this shirt!” Daphne showed him a white cotton blouse with a pink peace sign in the middle.
“I think getting out alive is more important.” Ethan said, as he noticed an open window blowing a breeze into her room. “This is at least a fifty foot drop, but that long vine looks like it’s thick enough for you to crawl out on it. So let’s start….oh come on!” he shouted, as Daphne was thoughtfully folding up a pair of jeans into her suitcase. “Get out on that vine, unless you want Dracula to kill you!”
“Okay, okay, boys are so pushy when it comes to fashion.” Daphne snarked at him, causing Ethan to roll his eyes.


Daphne began to get closer to the ground, and she could begin to make out the surroundings.
“Up up!” Daphne suddenly yelled, unable to form a full sentence in the heat of the moment.
As Ethan pulled the vine up, he stared at Daphne, waiting for an explanation.
“There was a huge lake down there!”
“Well, why didn’t you swim?”
“I can’t swim very well...besides I can’t stand the feeling of water on my skin.”
Ethan rolled his eyes, “Well, can you stand the feeling of being brutally murdered by horrible monsters?” Daphne was about to come up with a comeback, when Frankenstein pounded down her bedroom door.
“Now, you are finished! No vay to escape!” Dracula grinned.
Ethan quick ran into the closet and pressed another button, revealing an opening with a huge pole. Daphne quick followed him down the pole.
“Where are we now?” Daphne groaned.
“Back in the basement.”
“Why’d you bring us back here? Now we’re back where we started!”
“Well, maybe if someone wouldn’t have been so worried about her luggage, we would have had more time to figure a way out!”
“I already said I’m sorry!”
“This is no time for an argument,” Ethan whispered, “Look, we’re in Dracula’s crypt.”
“Look, there’s a window over there! That’s our way out!”
“Your way out.” Ethan corrected.
“Wait, you’re not coming with me?” Daphne said, with a bit of sadness in her voice.
“No. I was hired to investigate what’s going on in the castle, and I haven’t finished my investigation yet.”
“But…”
“No time for idle conversation, if you don’t leave now, you may not be able to.”
“Well, thanks for everything Ethan. Good luck!” Daphne yelled as she was climbing out the window.
As she looked back, she saw Dracula sliding down the pole, and Ethan running down another hallway.”
Even though they had argued a lot, Daphne still felt a bit of emptiness since she was leaving the person who saved her behind to certain doom.
Daphne walked out of the castle gates, she looked behind her one last time at the castle, and then up at the moon, wondering what would become of Agent Ethan Gorr as she walked to the train station, hoping to find a train headed for home.