Oh, they're hiring. How *cute*. Fresh meat for the Mystery Machine — I mean, "new team member." Sure.

Let me be honest with you, since nobody else will: Smallville isn't just haunted. It's *hunting*. Things walk these streets that never wore a mask — ghouls that don't unmask, vampires that don't monologue, and killers with no projector and no motive you'd understand. The gang thinks every mystery ends with a trap and a confession. They're wrong. Some of us bleed.

So answer the poster. Ride with Fred, Daphne, Velma, Shaggy, and Scooby into the dark. I'll be narrating — one of the things they couldn't catch — and I'll tell you which shadows to fear. Because this time, the monster might not be a guy in a costume. And this time... the ghost might get away with it.