Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

The door closed behind him with a soft ‘click’. For some reason, that sound unsettled him. He turned around and took his time examining the door. It looked like any other door he encountered in this place, so why did entering this room feel different to him? He took a quick scan about the room. It looked like a typical kitchen. As typical as one could get considering everything here was made out of gingerbread.

Frank let out a nervous laugh. He must have been more spooked than he thought.

He headed towards the cooking area. Everything was still made out of gingerbread and sweets, as he expected. It would be interesting to see how the stove and the oven worked. The table top was dirty, as if someone else was here before and working on it. There was a recipe book on the table. It was a sweets and desserts recipe book. He had a feeling that all the ingredients and equipment for making all those sweets would be available in this kitchen.

It was not a good feeling.

But there are actually real things in this room not made of candies or gingerbread!

He investigated the larder, and found a container of cookies. Gingerbread Snaps. He screwed up his nose in disgust. But there was nothing else, so he helped himself to one. Then he washed it down with some tap water. It was then he noticed something carved into the wall behind the tap. He squinted and made out the crudely carved words.

Help each other

Read and leave

Message at table top

Frank Hardy stared at the words carved into the gingerbread wall before him. He rushed back to the table top. There was the recipe book, the cutleries, the knives, and the chopping board. That was one big flat wooden chopping board. He turned it around.

Yes!

There were words carved into the wood. It was barely legible. It was obvious that there were many messages there, left behind by many people. And it was clear most of them could not carve. He started to work out the individual messages.

I was here

I am Drusilla

John was here

Enrico here

Michelle – in from nursery

Arthur – came from library the middle door

Richard in through leftmost door from larder from billiards room and out from rightmost door.

Eleonora in first door right of painting from gym

Enrico Carlos – in from door left of painting was billiard room out same door hope it is still billiard room

The last message was the clearest and also the dearest to him.

Joe Hardy. Three doors in kitchen. Stand before table facing painting. Enter from second door right of painting from pink bedroom. Two doors in bedroom, the other door led to nursery. Exiting the only door left of painting.

Frank stared at the last message. His heart lifted a little.

Joe’s here!

Just as quickly, his joy deflated. It was clear they were all trapped here within these strange gingerbread walls. He returned his attention to the carvings. Two Enricos – were they the same person? Possibly, since he remembered waking up and not remembering who he was for a while. And even now he could not remember exactly what happened before.

Was it his first time in this kitchen?

He had no idea and had no way of knowing. Something was interfering with his short-term memory. Some sort of a drug, perhaps. Again he had no way of knowing. He sighed in frustration.

Okay, what did he know?

1. Someone had him and Joe and some other people.

2. They were all trapped in this gingerbread house. (Has anyone found a way out yet?)

3. There was something interfering with his short term memory.

4. There was no point in staying in a room for too long because if you do, somehow you get knocked out cold. (Yes, he just remembered that bit.)

5. So someone must be playing some sort of a game with them. (Yes, that must be it! But what are the rules?)

6. The entire thing was designed to look and feel strange and supernatural, but there must be a logical explanation, and he would figure it out eventually.

With that list, Frank felt much better.

His niggling doubts and fears reburied deep within himself, he set out to carve his message onto the chopping board.

Frank Hardy. Enter through middle door from playground. Joe this room was supposed to be nursery not kitchen. Possible hallucinogen involved. Be careful. Exit door left of painting.

Frank returned the board to its original location, and then headed towards the same door his brother had used. He ignored his own logical voice reminding him that it was highly likely that he would not be walking into the same room as his brother did.

He would find Joe.

There must be an exit somewhere, and he, Frank Hardy would find it.

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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.