Daphne's Bad Day

Daphne's Bad Day

Daphne Blake is always getting into trouble. Today is no different

Chapter 1 by SuperDave SuperDave

Jeepers! Could this day have been any worse!?

It all started when me and the gang where in the Mystery Machine heading to my Uncle Stanley's house for the weekend.

"Sure was nice of your Uncle Stanley to let us stay at his house, Daphne!" Fred said.

"Sure was Fred, when I metioned we were travelling through, he insisted!"

After the long drive we finally arrived at the house in the dead of night.

"I hope he's still awake." I said as we left the van.

"Like, I hope he has food!" Shaggy chimed in.

"Oh Shaggy!" Velma said, "Always thinking about your stomach."

I rang the doorbell. After a few seconds the door creeked open.

My Uncle Stanley was there in his robe. He wasn't really my uncle, just a close friend of my dad's. He's in his 40s, a little fat, and balding. His robe was loosened a little and everyone could see his hairy chest.

"Daphne!" He shouted and stretched out his arms to hug me. I hugged him in return. He hold on for quite some time. "I'm so glad you're hear. It's great to see you."

"It's great to see you too Stanley." I said.

We entered the house. "Thanks again for letting us stay Mr. Brown." Fred said.

"Oh don't mention it. Although I'm afraid the timing isn't great." His face took a serious turn.

"Why's that Mr. Brown." Velma asked.

"You see, the last few days, I've been having ghost problems!" He said.

"Rrrost Rrrobrrems!?" Scooby groaned.

"Like, what kinda ghost problems!?" Shaggy asked.

"I've been seeing a spectral figure, and there have been things going missing around the house." He explained.

"Don't worry, Mr. Brown. We'll solve this mystery!" Fred exclaimed.

"Like, we will!?" Shaggy moaned.

"Of course we will! Starting first thing tomorrow morning!" Velma joined in.

"Oh thank you. Now, you must be tired, my butler Thompson will show you to your rooms." Uncle Stanley said.

An old hunchbacked man in fancy clothes took our bags and took us upstairs.


My room was next door to Uncle Stanley's it had a large painting above the bed. It appeared to be of Uncle Stanley in his youth. I also had my own bathroom. I put my case down and sat on the bed for a minute to relax.

What next?

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