"Hell yes, I'm Shaggy, I'd rather be the guy with the dog than be the dude who constantly tells the gang to split up, thus causing even more problems. And last I checked, you don't hunt Old Man Withers, the gardener. You're in for the real deal." He tied his hair into a ponytail and secured his hat more firmly into place. "It's an infrared camera, apparently." He said as he turned the thing on, looking through the viewfinder. "And I suppose that explains the digital recorder, the whole getting with the times thing. Still, I don't see how this shit will help us see a ghost." He shrugged and held the camera, turning it off for the time being.
"After you, fearless leader." He chided, waiting for Dean to lead the way into the building. The sun had drifted down beyond the horizon, and he knew this was likely to be an all-night thing.