Can't sleep. Fred's note doesn't make much sense to me. All I can figure is that he needs me to go investigate some graveyards in a ghost town around three hours away from here. I'll have to leave this Friday-- I have work during the week. I'll be preparing camping supplies, meals, and ghost traps in the meantime.
P.S. A photo slipped out of one of the books-- labeled as one of the old cemetery entrances. Doesn't look too spooky, does it?
Packing camping gear and reading up on the local legends. Charged my portable power bank, too. Friday is coming up quick! I called Daphne, Shaggy, and Velma with no answer. I'm getting worried that the whole gang could be in trouble. All I have to go off of is Fred's note... sadly, there's not much else I can do for now. My car sales job is going well-- sold three cars today! Just can't wait until I'm on the road and can follow these clues Fred left. I'm off to bed now.
Feel asleep but awoke to a horrible, inhuman screech. My car and tent were covered in blue ectoplasm. I went out around my campsite with a flashlight, but I didn't find anything. I think whatever the gang was after may have caught them.
After a lot of searching, I found a local of Old Coolsville who unlocked the gate to this old cemetery for me! It looked like the gate had been redone, but it was the same one as in Fred's picture. Nothing out of the ordinary, but afterward I found fresh blue slime on the top of my car. It's safe to say that whatever I'm looking for... it found me. It'll probably follow me back home. Hopefully that's what Fred wanted and not the other way around.