When I was little, like, 5, I had an obsession with Scooby Doo. I bought stuffed animals, knew every show by heart, and only ate the gummies. My favorite character was Shaggy, which I now realized had a cool name for a dog owner, because he shared my love for food and dog treats. (I thought they were delicious.)

I also liked Velma because she was like my sister Kenna. Kenna, like Velma, was a bit nerdy and couldn’t see anything without her glasses.

Anyway, I liked Scooby Doo because I loved the mystery, the adventure, and the bad catchphrases, everything a bored 5-year old would want. I also liked trying to guess the culprit, which I was terrible at. But I tried. And failed of course.

I hate the cartoon Scooby Doo today though, the new version. Their eyes look weird, compared to the old version. I would watch a minute and scream, “THIS IS ALL WRONG.” And run to the next room.

“Nothing is impossible! The word itself says, “I’m possible!””

Audrey Hepburn, a beloved British actress said this inspirational quote. She was ranked by the American Film Institute as the third greatest female screen legend in the history of American cinema and has been placed in the International Best Dressed. One of her best acts was in Wait Until Dark in which she received Academy Award, Golden Globe, and BAFTA nominations. She was also the first woman to win an Oscar. She remains one of the few people who has received an Academy, Emmy, Grammy, and Tony Awards.

All you can hear is the echo of an organ and the faint dripping of the water falling from the ceiling. You can see things, thing you wouldn’t expect to see, in an underground cave, that is. Candles, flickering to dance with the cold wind, rushing from the lake. A blood-red cape, hangs from the deep purple bed. On top of the bed, it seemed as though someone dressed a life-sized manikin in a gorgeous wedding dress. The veil that obviously goes with the dress, seems to had be taken off, and now in a lump on the floor.

Where did that music come from? The grand organ answers that in a heartbeat. The sheet music, that was all over the organ and floor, seems to flutter back into their places, rising so their master can play.

But is most interesting, is the pure white mask, almost hidden by the blankets on the bed. Up close, you can see that its not pure white, but has small splashes of reddish-brown, almost like blood. You start to hear the echo of footsteps, so many feet herding this way. You can start to hear the voices, mangled with one another. And you realizes it’s time to go.