hardy boys fan fiction
MANSION MYSTERY
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by
CQB
Chapter 6
hardy boys fan fiction
THE CHAPTERS
Fenton Hardy came out of his office to find his wife looking
out the kitchen window.
“It’s not like them, Fenton,” Mrs. Hardy stated in a
worried tone. “They know to
come home and change into play clothes after school.
Joe will surely have holes in the knees of those new school jeans I
just bought him!”
Mr. Hardy knew her real concern had nothing to do with
Joe’s pants. “Have the
other boys come back around yet?” He asked.
“No,” she answered softly.
“See there, Laura?” Fenton smiled.
“They probably met up with Frank and Joe and are all playing
together. They’ve just lost
track of time.”
“Alan Hooper, too,” Laura added.
“Biff never got home?”
“Right. Artie
called while you were on the other line with Ezra.”
Fenton rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
“Think I’ll grab my sweater and go for a little walk.”
Laura reached for the brown sweater on the back of the kitchen
chair and handed it to her husband.
“I was hoping you would,” she said.
*
* *
“I w-wanna g-go home.” A small voice came from the depths
of the basement.
Biff stared into the darkness.
“Joe?”
Another sound. A
moan. “Ow! I feel like a got
hit by a truck!”
“Frank!” Biff cried, making his way carefully down the
steps. “I thought you guys
were dead!”
“No, just banged up,” Frank replied, crawling over to the
flashlight. He picked it up
and got to his feet. He walked
back to the stairs.
“Frank? I think Joe’s hurt,” Biff said, looking up at
his friend.
Joe was lying on his back.
He was holding onto his left arm and crying.
“Joey?” Frank asked tenderly.
“Where are you hurt?”
“A-arm,” the smaller boy managed to say.
“I want t-to go h-home!”
Frank carefully helped his brother sit up after making sure
nothing else hurt but his arm.
“We gotta find another way out,” Frank told Biff.
“Let’s start looking around.”
Frank set the flashlight up-right in the center of the small table
where the crooks had typed. It
cast enough light that the two boys could explore the area a bit.
“There are no windows down here,” Biff noted, “and if
there are doors, it looks like they’re all blocked by all this junk
that’s fallen through the floor.”
Frank knew Biff was probably right, but he wasn’t ready to
give up yet. Joe needed help
and he was determined to get it for him.
Joe clutched his arm and held it close to his chest.
It didn’t hurt too much if he didn’t move it.
He watched Frank and Biff for awhile, but then looked back to the
table and the light.
He saw a funny tube coming out of the ceiling and reaching a
few feet above the table. The
end looked like the old-fashion telephone he’d seen on the black and
white “Lassie” re-runs on TV.
“Frank?” he finally asked, “What’s that telephone
thingy above the table for?”
Frank glanced at Joe, and then focused on the space above the
table. He smiled.
“I think you just found our way out of here!”
Biff looked at the tube and frowned.
“Sorry Frank, but none of us could fit in that little tube to
crawl outta here.”
Frank shook his head. “This
is a ‘speak tube’. You
know how Principal Quill says the announcements and the pledge every
morning over the loudspeaker? This
is kinda the same thing, but with out electronics.
“You could talk into it and your voice would carry to
somewhere else in the house,” He explained.
“That’s how I heard the tapping!” Joe cried,
understanding.
“Probably,” Frank agreed.
“It’s how you guys heard those voices last night, too.”
“So how will it help us now?” Biff asked.
“We start yelling for help,” Frank said.
“Hopefully, someone will be passing by and hear us.”
“W-what if the bad g-guys hear us?” Joe asked.
“We’ll just yell for a while,” Frank suggested.
“They said they’d be back after dark.
I don’t think it’s that late yet.”
“’Kay,” Joe agreed, feeling a bit better about it.
“Well,” Frank grinned, “here goes nothing.”
He and Biff began yelling as loud as they could below the ‘speak
tube’, hoping their voices would carry through the old house to the
outside.
*
* *
“Where in the world could they be?” Tony Prito asked as
he and his friends walked along
“I don’t know, but I can’t believe I wasted the whole
afternoon looking for them,” Chet Morton sighed.
“I’ve got to go. I’m
supposed to meet my dad at his real estate office for a ride home.”
He bid his pals goodbye, and ran off toward ‘downtown’ Bayport.
“Let’s hurry and meet Artie,” Jerry Gilroy suggested.
“Maybe he’s already found them.”
The two boys hurried along
“There’s Artie down on the corner,” Tony said, pointing
to the teenager that stood a block away.
He was about to run, when he heard a strange sound coming
from the old house. Tony
looked at Jerry and saw that Jerry’s hazel eyes were wide as saucers.
“D-did you h-hear that?” Tony asked.
Jerry just nodded.
“It w-was the g-ghost!” Tony exclaimed.
Both boys dashed down the street toward Artie Hooper.
“The ghost! The ghost!” Both boys cried as they
approached the teenager.
“What are you yelling about?”
“We both heard it! Joe
Hardy was right,” Jerry explained, “there’s a ghost in that old
house!”
“I’m outta here,” Tony said, and ran away toward his
own house with Jerry close behind.
Artie watched the two ten-year-olds run down the street.
He looked up the hill to the Hoffman House and thought about his
brother and the other two missing boys.
“Naw. It
couldn’t be.” Yet, even as
he tried to talk himself out of it, Artie started jogging up the incline
toward the mansion.
*
* *
“My throat is sore,” Biff complained after they’d
yelled for several minutes.
Frank sighed. His
throat was hoarse and sore, too. He
just wanted to lie down and go to sleep.
Frank looked at his brother. Joe
was staring up at the ‘speak tube’, but tears were silently sliding
down his pale cheeks.
“I’m gonna try a little while longer,” Frank declared,
started yelling again. Biff
shrugged his shoulders and started yelling again, too.
*
* *
Fenton Hardy saw Artie Hooper about the same time Artie
reached the front gate of the Hoffman House.
“Artie!”
Artie looked up and saw the detective.
“Mr. Hardy!” the teenager exclaimed, “am I glad to see
you! Some of Biff’s friends
said they heard…”
“H…e…l…p!”
Both Artie and Mr. Hardy turned toward the old house.
Someone was trapped inside and they both had a pretty good idea who
it was.
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The Hardy Boys belong to Simon and Schuster and the Stratemeyer Foundation. The authors have just borrowed them for an adventure or two. The authors promise to put the boys back when they are done with them. The authors do claim copyright to the original characters in this story. Please do not borrow original characters without express permission of the authors.