Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

“What?” Frank was beginning to be even more afraid for his brother. “Joe, I’m not Iola. This is Frank.” Inside, he thought, ‘What did that meat pie do to you?’

“No.” His brother’s voice was hollow, terrified. “Over there.” He pointed a wavering finger toward the corner of the room. “She’s there, Frank.”

Frank turned his head, but saw nothing. Joe looked at him, pleading. “You don’t see her, do you Frank? But she’s there…She said I got what I deserved.”

Frank thought for a minute. “Wait. The creature—whatever it was—that was supposed to be you, it said something about ‘she deserved what she got’, and now you hear…um, Iola…say that you got what you deserved. Do you see a pattern here?”

But Joe was in no condition to answer, he was sitting on the floor, whimpering, a tear running down his face. “She hates me, Frank,” he groaned, clutching his head in shaking hands. “And I didn’t get nearly what I deserved. I let her die.” At these words, the girl in the corner let out an ear-splitting screech as she was instantly devoured by the flames that surrounded her.

Joe screamed and jumped up, shoving his brother out of the way. “Iola—no!” But she was gone. Hysterical, Joe fell to the ground. “Frank…I’m afraid.”

Frank nodded. “I’m a bit scared myself. We need to get out of here. These people are crazy.” He started to walk toward the exit, but Joe grabbed his wrist.

“No! We can’t. Listen, someone is out there, Frank.” His eyes were wide and beseeching, but at least he had seemed to regain a bit of his composure since his ordeal. “Even though Betty and her family may be a little nuts, there’s still someone—a killer, by the sound of it—out there, waiting for us. You heard him outside. Right now, we’re safest in here with these creeps.”

Frank nodded. His eyes roamed to the door that had been barred shut. “I wonder where that goes.”

Before Joe could supply an answer, there was a shuffling above them, a wooshing sound, and a loud clunk as something fell down the chimney and landed in the fireplace.

“Someone was on the roof,” Joe whispered, and ran to see what they had dropped. Frank followed.

It was a large stone. It had two lines painted on it, in a dark red color. This time, Frank read them. “‘Where ghosts of the past, and things yet come to pass.’” He thought for a moment, then said, “Joe, give me the paper. Joe did as he was told, and Frank held the two inscriptions side-by-side and began to read once more. “‘Where nightmares thrive, where your fears come alive. Where ghosts of the past, and things yet come to pass.’ Joe, if you notice, all these rhyme. And together, they make a full stanza. Joe, I think this is a part of a poem.”

A heartless, eerie voice rang through the house. “Very good. And here is another riddle for you. ‘When all the lines are said, I will come for you. When all the poem is through, you will all be dead.’”

He frowned. They were tougher than he thought. They may be unnerved, but they were not terrified. Not yet. But they would be.

They thought they were invincible. They thought they were strong and tough and smart. They thought they could survive. They thought they were good enough to survive. But they were not. And they would not. No one had ever been strong enough…or good enouh…or tough or smart enough…

And when they were gone, he wouldn’t think another thing about it.

They were only getting what they deserved.

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The Hardy Boys belong to Simon and Schuster and the Stratemeyer Foundation. The Hardy Boys Fan Fiction authors of the Hardy Detective Agency 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.