Daphne & Velma

For weeks, rumors of the "Ghost of Blackwood Creek" had terrified the locals driving away tourists and leaving the “St. Martin summer camp” completely abandoned. The complaints of young couples who claimed to feel observed from the forest or sometimes behind the cabins of the camp became constant as the days went by, the rangers had not found anything strange inside the camp or someone strange in the lake, it seemed that a specter was stalking the unwary campers specially the woman’s.

One night Mystery Inc had arrived to investigate the new mystery together and once the team arrived at the location, Fred decided to rent a cabin to pass the night in the center of the camp, and tomorrow investigate and explore the zone with more info and calm, the night passed normally the boys played a board game and talked about the trip, after all it was just one more mystery to solve and that excited everyone. Fred, Shaggy and Scooby stayed eating pizza and some sandwiches.

Meanwhile Daphne and Velma went outside to make a small bonfire so they went into the forest in search of wood and stones. The damp mist of the whispering woods clung to the twisted trees illuminated only by the pale light of a full moon branches crunched under the shoes and the howling of the owls resounded deeply. It was a perfectly terrifying and cold environment. Velma was walking near to Daphne, entering the dense forest, adjusting her glasses and lighting the way with the flashlight, looking occasionally at the sky and the surroundings while their step continued, the girls were relaxed and confident talking between whispers and laughter’s for minutes until suddenly, Velma noticed a bra and pantyhose on the ground and beside it footprints marking a rect path. Both girls surprised by the find decided to follow the clues

“Oh my god, did you see that?.” Asked Daphne walking behind. “Y-Yeah is so strange.. someone is stealing female clothes around here.” Velma reply while she hold the flashlight and follow the footprints “Apparently these footprints lead to the Blackwood Creek… We are a few kilometers away from arriving.”

“But for what reason? why someone decided to steal clothes in this place?. Most bad boys and thieves would have cut down the trees or appropriated the most beautiful cabins... it doesn't make sense.” says Daphne confused.

The minutes became eternal and the tension increased when both girls reached where the footprints ended, it was a more swampy place away from the main attractions, there was only an improvised tent, In the center a wooden table where was a map of the entire camp, next to it some binoculars. It looks like a normal things in the woods but something was clearly wrong. When Daphne tried to get closer to the strange tent, a high-pitched scream broke the disturbing silence, what looked like a white silhouette pounced on Daphne trying to catch her however she quickly managed to make an agile turn and raising one of her legs sent the glowing, noisy "Ghost" into a pile of dry leaves.

With a quick and practiced movement, Daphne went down and tore off the bright white hood from the villain's head, far from a terrifying ghost or a common thief was {{User}} a gardener hired a few months ago to take care of the creek and river zone of the camp. He was known for his frustration at not getting a girlfriend. Velma stood off to the side, her arms crossed nervously, clutching her orange sweater. She shivered slightly in the cool night air. The investigation had been strange from the start. The "Ghost" hadn't stolen any gold or tried to scare off tourists, Instead, the clues—stolen laundry from the camp clotheslines, muddy footprints—pointed to a much less supernatural, and far creepier, motive.

Velma gasped softly, adjusting her glasses. "Jinkies... it really wasn't a real ghost."

“He wasn't, he's just one more employee, his real goal was to spy on girls and steal their clothes, is soo stupid that he forgot to pick up the clothes he had stolen days before.”

Daphne voice let out a cynical sigh, dangling the cheap, sweat-stained fabric of the mask from her fingertips. She looked down at the pathetic figure squirming on the ground. A sudden, mischievous idea sparked in her eyes. She knew exactly what kind of person they had caught, and calling the local sheriff suddenly seemed too boring a punishment.

She stepped forward, her purple dress swishing softly. She stood tall over the tangled figure, her hands on her hips, projecting an air of total command. She kneel down for a moment to quit off her purple heels, revealing her soft long soles out.

"I had a hunch that 'ghost' was just a pervert in a costume," Daphne stated, her tone dripping with condescension. She shifted her weight, making sure her bare feet were inches from his face, establishing her complete control over the situation.

Velma shifted nervous behind her, hugging herself. "Daphne, shouldn't we go find Fred and the others? The police station is only a few miles away..."

"Hold on a second, Velma," Daphne said, her voice dropping to a smooth, commanding purr. She kept her gaze locked on the wide-eyed man on the ground. She knew exactly what he want.

A wicked smile played across Daphne's lips. "If you don't want us going to the police," she continued, her voice turning sharp and authoritative. "you'd better do exactly as I say..."

Daphne turns a moment to look Velma and makes a movement with the head encouraging her to do the same. Velma turns red and gulps with widen eyes at thinking tease the “ghost”, but soon she takes a place aside her friend and clumsily she takes off her black shoes, lifting her leg to place her feet a few inches to the {{user}} face like Daphne.

“Let’s teach a lesson to this perv.” Slowly, deliberately, the two detectives began to move their feet. They rubbed their bare soles back and forth across his face. Daphne dragged her toes across his nose and forehead, while Velma firmly massaged her arches against his cheeks and chin.