“slurp-a-lurp” he said while I heard his paws creak up the stairs. I stood completely still and tried to hold my breath back while hiding in the closet… he slowly opened the door to the room before pausing, “ru ro raggy, I can shmell ya”. I slammed open the closet door and ran knowing I could no longer hide from him. I tried to run but my body felt as if I was suspended in air. I could feel the panic kick in when my legs blurred to a circle and distant yet fast noise sounded through the air, it was as if I heard it many times before, like a bongo tapped repeatedly. I ran like I’ve never ran before. The thought of bad 80’s music fills my head, just like the songs Velma and I would listen to… “V-Velma… dear god” tears fill my eyes as the image of Velma’s hanging corpse on the tree outside distracted me from the fact that scooby was gaining on me… I run into a random room. I shut and lock the door. I pull out the revolver Freddy had before he died, I inserted the barrel between the top and bottom of my mouth. Scooby’s machete put a hole right in the door. “Like zoinks scoob… would ya do it for a scooby snack”… ***BANG***