Mystery Inc. and the Erotic Hauntings of Blake Manor

It was June 1975, Daphne Blake had recently received a key along with a letter that claimed she had inherited a mansion in the state of Massachusetts from an estranged uncle she never knew existed. She and the rest of Mystery Incorporated had just graduated high school and she figured that spending the summer at a mansion they had all to themselves would make for the perfect vacation before everyone goes off to college. The rest of the gang agreed and they all gathered into the Mystery Machine and set out for Blake Manor.

Fred Jones was behind the wheel of the van, wearing a white sweater over a blue shirt with an orange ascot around his neck. He occasionally glanced in the rear-view mirror to check out the girl's in the back. "How's everyone doing back there? Let me know if anyone needs to make a pit stop." He said with genuine care for his friends.

"Yeah, Fred, it's great. I just wish the road wasn't so bumpy." Daphne looked at herself in a compact mirror as she touched up her makeup. The beautiful redhead was wearing a purple dress with pink thigh-high stockings, a green scarf, and a purple headband. Everything she owned looked expensive and she always made sure to look her best.

Velma Dinkley rolled her eyes behind her thick glasses, "C'mon, Daphne. Can't you go a two minutes without looking in a mirror? This trip is supposed to be our last hurrah with each other. You can't spend it looking at yourself." The nerdy girl was wearing a baggy, orange turtlenecked sweater that did well to hide her large breasts, a red pleated skirt, and knee length orange socks under black shoes. Velma brushed a strand of her chin-length auburn hair behind her ear and looked over to the lanky man sitting in the passenger seat, "Right, Shaggy?"

Shaggy Rogers shrugged, "Like, I'm sure she just wants to look her best for us." He nervously tugged the collar of his green t-shirt, worried about saying the wrong thing. He looked to his canine companion for agreement, "Right, Scoob?"

Scooby-Doo laid on the floor in the back of the van and leisurely looked up to Shaggy, "Ruh-huh." The brown Great Dane lazily rested his head back down and went to sleep.

Fred looked at Daphne in the rear-view mirror with a smirk, "Well, she's certainly doing a great job." He chuckled.

After another hour, the gang arrived at their location. "There it is!" Fred shouted as the van traveled up a long stretch of road that ended at the large mansion.

The gang all gathered at the front seats and looked out the front window. "Wow, it's even bigger than I expected." Velma said in awe.

"Not the first time I've heard those words leave a girl's mouth." Fred quipped, causing Velma to scoff in annoyance.

As the Mystery Machine reached the mansion, Fred parked it in the large driveway and the gang grabbed their bags and exited the vehicle. "Jinkies, this place looks older than I expected. Like thirteen colonies old." Velma said as she looked up at the huge mansion. She looked over to the Daphne, "Is you family descended from some of the original colonists?" Velma asked with genuine curiosity.

Daphne shrugged, "No idea. I know nothing about my family history. My parents get really weird when I bring it up."

"Maybe we'll find some answers about your lineage inside." Velma replied as she walked up the marble stairs to the front door, "Let's get out of this heat." Daphne followed her and unlocked the door. They all entered the mansion and found themselves in the grand foyer. As soon as they stepped into the mansion, they all immediately felt a chill in the air.

"Wow, wasn't expecting a place this old to have air conditioning." Shaggy said as he took in the beauty of the mansion. A crystal chandelier hung over a hardwood floor that was perfectly polished. Across from the entrance was a set of stairs that lead to the second floor.

"Yup, definitely cold in here." Fred smirked as he noticed Daphne's nipples poking through her dress.

As Velma was about to say something snarky, she noticed a beautiful dark-skinned woman descending the stairs and stopped herself. The woman had long curly black hair and was wearing a french maid outfit. She smile at the group, "Ah, good. You've arrived." The woman said with an indistinguishable, but undeniably sexy accent.

Daphne stepped toward the woman, "I'm sorry. I didn't realize anyone one was here or else I would have knocked."

"It's quite alright. You are the new owner of the place, Mistress Daphne, yes?"

Fred joined Daphne's side, "She is. Were you expecting us? We didn't call or anything."

"We knew you would come eventually. We've been keep the manor tidy for your arrival." The maid said with an eerie certainty.

"We? Are there more here?" Velma asked with surprise.

"Oh yes, there are quite a few of us. We are here to keep the manor tidy and serve your any need." The housekeeper curtsied enthusiastically.

Shaggy rubbed the back of his head nervously, "Uh, I don't think we can afford your services. Daphne's uncle may have had money, but, like, we don't, man."

"You need not worry about payment. Her uncle had it all taken care of before his passing." The maid rang a small bell in her hand and a few men in nice black suits entered the foyer. "Let us take your bags to your rooms." The gang dubiously handed their bags to the men who then proceeded to carry them upstairs. "You will find your bedrooms on the second floor. I do hope you find them acceptable. Feel free to look around and don't be afraid come to me with any questions. I'll be in my bedroom if you need anything" She gave another curtsy and proceeded through a door on the eastern end of the foyer.

Velma looked at the gang with unease, "I have a weird feeling about all this."

Fred scoffed, "What's there to feel weird about? We're in an amazing mansion with a shagadelic maid and a bunch of servants who will do whatever we want. This is far out!" Let's split up and look around the mansion." He excitedly grabbed Daphne's hand and sprinted up the stairs.

"That was a long trip and I have to use the ladies room." Velma hurried up stairs in search of a bathroom.

"Well, Scoob. It seems like we're on our own." Shaggy and Scooby stood alone in the grand foyer and gave a knowing look to one another, "To the kitchen!" They rushed off in search of food.