hardy boys fan fiction
THE OUIJA BOARD
hardy boys nancy drew fan fiction
by
Phoenix
Chapter
1
hardy boys fan fiction
THE CHAPTERS
The huge house was old and in a bad state of disrepair. Sitting on acres of an overgrown forest whose twisted limbs and sinister presence skewed shadows, throwing them against the road in a taunting forbiddance; it was at one time considered a castle…a castle built by a madman.
Every stone was brought over by a clipper ship from the old country, and placed by the blood of the slaves so cruelly recruited for its grotesque construction. Every stone, including two very special pieces – twin monstrous-sized granite slabs laid side by side in the middle of a dwarfing library; a room long forgotten and eerily still in the husk of the house.
They were rumored to have been part of the original stonework of the most accursed house of all time – the castle at Tirgoviste; home of Vlad III, Dracul, or Tepes…forever known to all as ‘Vlad the Impaler.’
And it was to this house that a dark blue van pulled up and stopped…
“This is so stupid,” eighteen-year-old Joe Hardy grumbled as he shoved the van’s gear into Park and turned to look at his pretty blond girlfriend, Vanessa Bender, sitting beside him in the passenger seat.
The girl smiled at him. “Oh come on, Joe! This’ll be fun! Where is your sense of adventure?”
“At home wondering how the heck I let myself be talked into coming out to this creepy old dive on a Friday night, when I was supposed to be taking my best girl somewhere a lot more social,” the teenager groused as he turned the van off and shook his head. “I still can’t believe I’m going to do this!”
“Oh stop your whining and complaining!” Callie Shaw chastised from behind them as she unlocked the sliding door on the side of the van and shoved it open. “This place is absolutely perfect!”
Joe got out of the van and looked up at the old house, shaking his head at his brother’s girlfriend as he did so. ‘Perfection is definitely in the eye of the beholder,’ he mentally grumbled, deciding that of everything he’d ever call this place, ‘perfect’ was not one of them!
A bright moon in the black cloudless sky overhead, lit the ominous entranceway, but Joe still leaned back in across the van seats and fished out a flashlight.
It was a very still October night – not a breeze stirred around them, but a chill still cut through the teenager as he turned on the light, startling slightly at the soft click, amplified in the quiet around them. Pulling up his coat collar, the boy suppressed a shudder…he really hated this house.
“Deathe House,” he muttered, “this is a big mistake.”
“You sound like you believe in all this – what were you calling it earlier – oh yeah ‘twaddle…baloney…nonsense’.” Vanessa came to stand beside Joe and stared up at the house. Her mouth dropped open in awe as she just shook her head. “Wow.” She had never been here before. “Amityville look out!”
Joe glanced at her as he slipped an arm around her shoulders, giving her a brief hug, as much for affection as to stay the nights chill. “I don’t…. But that doesn’t mean to say I’m crazy about this idea at all. And this old house? Don’t even get me started! Look—” he gazed into Vanessa’s warm gray eyes, almost lost in the moonlight reflected in them, “let’s just go home. We can pick up some pizzas, a movie… pry Frank away from the computer—”
“Spoil sport!” Callie interrupted, brushing past them and heading towards the large front door; an oversized bag slung over her shoulder and a heavy duty flashlight in her hand. She glanced back at them, her brown eyes brimming with excitement. “You guys coming or what?”
“It’ll be fun. You’ll see!” Vanessa assured Joe as she gave him a quick peck on the cheek, slipped out from under his arm, and hurried to catch up with her friend. “Right behind you!” she called out enthusiastically; her melodious voice echoed around them from the bowels of the forest.
The blond boy hesitated a bit longer as a heavy sense of foreboding settled over him. He had not been here in almost two years and the last time had been with Iola…swallowing painfully, he hurried to catch up with the girls.
Joe’s older brother, Frank, in his first year of University, was at home tonight, working on a paper that was due in on Monday. Joe, himself, was supposed to be taking Vanessa to a movie, when he got shanghaied by her and Callie into going here instead.
Callie had gotten a gag gift from her father – an Ouija board – and she was bound and determined to try it out…right away! Ever since last Halloween, the girl had become obsessed with the paranormal, and immediately infected Vanessa with her passion. So now, instead of sitting through the opening credits of a movie, Joe was chaperoning the two girls through Bayport’s most famous haunted house!
He shook his head and muttered, “Frank’s going to kill me when he finds out!” and he was probably right. The last time the brothers had had a run-in with this old house, Joe ended up with an unexplainable broken arm and Frank a suspiciously knife-like wound; both brothers had sworn to stay away from this place. There was just something not right about it at all….
The worst thing was, neither Hardy, nor any of their friends who had also been in the house that night, remembered anything that happened!
And now, here he was again, going back into the belly of the beast…but he had no choice. When he found out that Vanessa was dumping their date to go with Callie and ‘play’ with her new board game, Joe had to go. There was no way in hell he’d let them go by themselves! And since he couldn’t convince, coerce or otherwise get them to change their minds – although he had tried – he swallowed his own unvoiced fear and agreed to go with them.
‘You’re being paranoid,’ he tried to tell himself, ‘It’s just a creepy old house…nothing more!’ but even as he thought it, Joe knew better. Unconsciously he reached up and rubbed his neck…
* * *
“This place is absolutely perfect!” Callie repeated as she stood inside the run-down, decrepit grand entranceway and panned the area with her flashlight. “Come on, this way!” She started down a darkened hallway on the left.
“Whoa!” Joe rushed forward, and grabbed her arm, stopping her, “What do you think you’re doing?! We’re inside the house – this is far enough. You can set up your game right here!”
Callie shook her arm free and glared in disbelief at the blond boy. “What’s this I hear? Is the fearless Joe Hardy afraid of a little old spooky house? Get real, Joe – and come on. I am not going to set this up in a doorway!”
Joe scowled, but before he could say anything, Callie marched off down the hallway. Vanessa shot him an apologetic look and then continued on after her friend – she was just as excited about all this!
“Give me patience,” the younger Hardy muttered, and then casting his light around the darkened hallways, hurried to catch up.
He was having some serious thoughts about physically removing the girls from this mausoleum, when he heard Callie’s excited cry as she stood in an open doorway a couple yards ahead: “It’s absolutely—”
“Perfect,” Joe finished for her, inwardly relieved that she wasn’t going any further into the house. ‘This is more than far enough,’ he thought, and then as the hair rose on the back of his neck, a voice whispered around him…too far… you’ve gone too far…. He whirled around, his heart leaping up into his throat. “What?”
“What, what?” Vanessa asked, pausing at the doorway to look at him.
Joe shook his head, “Never mind.” He wasn’t ready to have them teasing him for being so jumpy…yet.
Vanessa waited for him and then looped her arm through his and smiled. “There’s nothing to be afraid of, sweetie. It’s just an old house, remember?”
He gave her a wan look. ‘Yeah’, he thought, ‘but I wonder if the house knows that!’ Sighing heavily, he stepped into Callie’s ‘perfect place’ and shone the flashlight around the room, whistling in morbid appreciation as he did so.
The room was huge and very obviously a library, as three of the four walls were lined from floor to cathedral ceiling with bookshelves – the fourth wall was an equally impressive fireplace. Vanessa dropped her hand from his arm as he walked open-mouthed towards one of the bookshelves – they all still contained books! Musty, moth-eaten and dusty, but still books nonetheless! Running his hand along a row of spines, Joe just shook his head – his heart pounding just a little faster.
Picking out a book, he opened it and then dropped it with a yell as a large black spider crawled out from between the pages! “Ahhh!”
“Joe! What’s wrong?” Vanessa demanded, hurrying to his side as Callie looked up from where she was kneeling in the center of the library and taking things out of her bag. But the boy never answered; instead he made a huge spectacle out of stomping on the spider!
“I. Hate. Spiders!” he growled, emphasizing each word as he made sure the arachnid was dead, and then shot his brother’s girlfriend a nasty look. That was it! Callie was off his Christmas list!
Vanessa shivered as she saw the size of her boyfriend’s ‘assailant.’ She wasn’t too fond of them either!
“Callie, let’s just get out of here, okay?” Joe said, moving purposefully towards the girl – he’d had more than enough of this house and wanted out… now! “I’ll find you another spooky old house to play Ouija board in.”
“Joe. It’s just a house,” Callie said patiently, as she continued setting up her candles; one on each corner of the huge granite slab in the center of the room. “Look at this floor – its actual stone! But not like the rest of the flooring in the room! It’s different. And perfect!”
“I am really beginning to hate that word,” Joe muttered irritably as he shone his flashlight around the flooring and had to admit that that one section was different. It was actually two big pieces placed side by side, and Callie had chosen the middle of the join to set up the game. But there was something else different about them – other than the obvious texture and coloring – and it took him a moment to figure out what that was….
There was no dust! Not even a speck. In fact the stone seemed to gleam in the feeble light of the flashlights!
Joe felt all the blood drain from his face as he quickly moved around the room, shining his light as he went. Dust. Everywhere else there was dust! Except for that section of flooring! It was as if someone had just gone through the room and cleaned that one spot before the teens had gotten there. But that was impossible! If someone had been here, Joe would have seen something – footprints for sure! But the only prints he saw were the ones made by himself, Vanessa and Callie!
“Cal—” whatever Joe was about to say was lost when suddenly he was shoved – hard – and fell, hitting his head on the corner of the heavy wooden Ouija board!
The last thing he saw before passing out were Callie and Vanessa’s anxious faces hovering just above him! He tried to say something – anything – but he couldn’t!
And then the darkness came.
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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.