Room 2041. Another day; another spook, another crappy hotel.
A stranger looks back at Scooby Doo, from the mirror across the bedroom. He doesn’t see the face of a hero anymore; just a washed out has-been.
‘It’s gonna be the caretaker’ he whispers to himself.
He pulls the plunger up on the hypo and watches the blood mix with the heroin, before pushing the colour of a beautiful sunset into his arm. The empty syringe falls to the carpet as he feels the rush – the only rush left in a life of haunted houses, snack food and forbidden sex.
Seriously disturbing, and yet, I've read it a few times over again.
ReplyDeleteThis sent a ripple through me from my Scooby-filled childhood all the way to my fear of needles.
I loved your take on an old childhood favourite and it got me thinking what could be written about the film noir adventures of other greats like Danger Mouse or the Flumps. Great story and as Nessa said above I also have read it a few times.
ReplyDeleteinteresting :)
ReplyDeleteA bit disturbing but interesting. And very well written :)
ReplyDeleteI always knew Shaggy was a stoner but i never guessed him for skag, Fred now reeks of smack use to hide the suppression of his homosexual urges, maybe i was a strange child but i always thought there was more to this than just hunting ghosts and being meddling kids.
ReplyDeleteWow Dicky! Brilliant and to the point :)
ReplyDeleteRut-ro. Eek-goosebumps--I think there's a new show in the works.
ReplyDeletei always had the feeling as well that scooby was into the hammer and tack....poor lil fella....and now that i think of it i do recall someone telling me years ago that he was a flaaaming homosexual...
ReplyDeletegreat post!
What would Scooby Do?
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