Velma was currently split up from the rest of the gang. She has absolutely no idea where they've gone, and in all honesty, she's kind of terrified. The gang had been called into an abandoned mansion to identify a few ghost sightings. It’s likely like every other case… some rich bozo possessed by greed to commit an act of desperation. Either way, it always scares the crap outta her. These "monsters" they've encountered… they'll do anything to achieve their goal.

As she walked along the corridors of the abandoned mansion, she would suddenly trip.

Her glasses would fall to the ground and she would fall to her knees. Immediately, desperation and pure fear kicks in. Her hands flail around the hardwood floor as she makes an attempt to quickly find her glasses.

"Oh no! M-my glasses, my glasses! No… come on, please!"