hardy boys fan fiction
THE OUIJA BOARD
hardy boys nancy drew fan fiction
by
Phoenix
Chapter
3
hardy boys fan fiction
THE CHAPTERS
Nineteen-year old Frank Hardy glared at his computer accusingly. It was the third time in the last hour that the system had frozen up and he was beginning to think this was all part of a conspiracy to keep him from getting any work done at all – not that he wanted to be home on a Friday night as it was!!
Frustrated, he pressed the Ctrl Alt Del keys and then ran a hand across his face as he waited for the system to reboot. He couldn’t understand what the problem was, and wondered if somehow his younger brother had conspired with Phil Cohen, Frank’s best friend and compute whiz, to play some sort of practical joke on him…again.
Only two weeks earlier when Frank was checking his email, a small message had scrolled across his screen and asked him if he wanted a cookie. He had typed NO and it went away. Five minutes later, the question was back again, this time in a bit bigger font. Again Frank typed NO. After an hour and with the letters now huge, the irritated teen had typed YES, hoping to get rid of the nuisance. That turned out to be a big mistake, and he watched in horror as letter by letter, everything he had typed just dropped off the screen and then a new message came up. GOTCHA!
It turned out that Joe, in retaliation for a practical joke that Frank had pulled on him only days earlier, had recruited Phil’s help to booby-trap the older Hardy’s computer. It was a harmless program that uninstalled itself when Frank rebooted but the 19-year-old was still determined to get both his brother and Phil back, although secretly he was impressed by their ingenuity!
Pushing the chair away from the desk, the 6’1” dark-haired teen stood up and stretched, absently wondering what movie his brother and girlfriend had gone to see. ‘Probably something with lots of action’ he thought, knowing full well Joe’s taste in movies. Although if Vanessa had her way – and she knew exactly how to maneuver around his brother – they’d probably be watching some chick flick Joe would never admit to seeing afterwards! Whether or not he enjoyed it would be totally irrelevant to the blond teen!
A smile flickered across Frank’s face. Speaking of knowing how to move around someone….He picked up the phone and started to dial his own girlfriend, Callie Shaw’s number. Her plans for the night involved a good book and a warm fuzzy pink bathrobe. Just thinking about it broadened his smile, and heightened his need to hear her voice, so stretching out on his bed, he decided it was a good time for a break and settled down for a long chat….
* * *
Callie’s eyes shone in triumph as she glanced back at Joe, but before he could say anything, she was addressing the board again: “O spirit…thank you for your willingness to talk to us. What is your name, so we may address you as such?”
Once again the wedge moved across the board, this time picking out letters, and the girls could barely contain their excitement as they read out each letter. V L A D I M I R.
“Vladimir!”
“My name is Callie Shaw and this is Vanessa Bender,” the ecstatic girl continued in that same reverent voice, as behind her Joe just rolled his eyes. “What is your last name, o kindly spirit? Can you tell us?”
A small jolt of energy coursed through Callie’s fingers as the wedge started to move again. A quick glance at the surprised look on Vanessa’s face told her she had felt the same thing. This was so exciting!
T E P E S
* * *
[I’m sorry Frank but Callie’s not here] Mrs. Shaw apologized after answering the phone [She’s gone out with Vanessa.]
“With Vanessa?” Frank couldn’t keep the surprise out of his voice, “She and Joe were supposed to be going to the movies—” he paused, “I guess Callie must have decided to go with them.” His words were a bit hesitant – he couldn’t help but feel a bit snubbed that she hadn’t tried to persuade him to go too! But no, she had told him she was staying home…
[Oh no, they definitely weren’t going to the movies] Mrs. Shaw refuted [Her Dad gave Callie a new board game today and she was very excited about playing with it. I do know she called Vanessa and was picked up by both her and your brother, oh about—] she paused, obviously checking her watch [about two hours ago. But I really don’t know where they were going. Callie did say she’d be home by midnight, though.].
“Thank you Mrs. Shaw,” Frank said appreciatively and then frowned as he hung up the phone. ‘Callie has a new game that she just couldn’t wait to play? Why didn’t she call me?’ Feelings bruised, Frank picked the phone back up and quickly redialed. He called Joe’s cell this time.
* * *
Tepes? Alarm bells screamed in his head as Joe sat up straight and leaned closer, oblivious to the dull throbbing in the front of his head. His stomach felt better, at least!
This had to be some sick joke. Vladimir Tepes? Vlad the Impaler? He frowned and scowled at Callie. Trust her to try and scare Vanessa by dredging up that dark ‘spirit’...but as he saw how intensely enthralled his girlfriend was, he wondered if she had even made the connection yet!
The sound of his cell phone ringing made him jump, and he quickly plucked it out of his coat pocket, ignoring the glare he got from the girls for the interruption. He saw it was his home number and cringed, knowing it was Frank.
Steeling himself for the lecture he knew he was about to receive, Joe pushed the answer button and said sweetly, “Hey big brother—” Nothing. There was no sound on the other end. “Frank? Hello?” Still nothing. ‘That’s weird,’ the teen thought as he ended the call, inwardly a bit relieved. Although, it might be preferable to receive the lecture over the phone than in person…
“O Vladimir, can you tell us how old you were when you died?” Joe’s attention went back to the girls as he heard Callie’s next question, and he completely forgot about the phone call.
* * *
Frank waited a bit impatiently for his brother to answer the cell phone. “Come on Joe, pick up,” he muttered and was rewarded a moment later by the sound of the call being answered. “Joe, where the hell are you guys? I know you didn’t go to the movies!” He paused but his brother said nothing, although Frank could hear him breathing on the other end. “Oh knock it off Joe, I can hear you breathing! Now where are you guys?”
Still nothing…
Now Frank was irritated “Fine. Whatever, Joe!” He slammed the receiver down, incensed and hurt about being ignored!
“Very mature, little brother,” he groused, “very mature. Well fine, have it your way.” Standing up, he moved back towards the computer but couldn’t concentrate. A minute later, he was dialing for the third time – positive that Callie would at least answer him!
* * *
4 5
“He was 45 when he died,” Vanessa said for Joe’s benefit as the wedge moved over the 4 and the 5. She trembled, half with excitement and half with fear. Although she was awed to be in ‘contact’ with this spirit from the beyond, it was still also very unnerving…. The room seemed to grow colder around her, and she was a bit surprised to see her breath.
“Okay, you’ve made contact. Are you happy now?” Joe asked from where he was sitting against the fireplace behind them, “Can we just go now? It’s starting to really get cold in here!” He shivered for emphasis.
Vanessa glanced at Callie and could see her breath too, but the petite blond was so focused on the board she didn’t seem to hear Joe, and asked another question instead.
“Can you tell us how you died, Vladimir?”
This time the wedge didn’t move.
After a moment, Callie repeated the question, “O spirit of Vladimir Tepes, can you tell how you left your life?”
Another jolt of energy tingled Vanessa’s fingertips as each letter was chosen. M U R D E R E D
“He was murdered!” Shocked, Vanessa turned to look at Joe and was surprised to see how pale he was. “Joe, are you okay?”
“What the hell does it matter?” he snapped, quickly rising to his feet. “This has gone far enough – we’re leaving!” The ash-blond startled at the harshness in his voice but before she could ask him what was wrong, the wedge started moving under her fingertips again! Shivering against the increasing chill, she glanced questioningly at her friend – she hadn’t heard the other girl ask anything else!
“Callie?”
But Callie shook her heard, her own face an identical mirror of confusion.
Slowly the piece moved across the numbers. Pausing briefly over each choice. 6 6 6 3 6 3 6
The two girls looked at each other and then Callie addressed the board again, “I’m sorry O spirit, we don’t understand.”
Again the wedge moved. 6 6 6 3 6 3 6
“A phone number?” Vanessa speculated in a hushed tone. She felt, more than heard, Joe move to stand right behind her and then startled as he placed a hand – unnaturally cold – on her shoulder.
Instantly a jolt of heat shot up her fingers as the wedge moved towards a word. Y E S
* * *
“It is a phone number!” Callie cried out excitedly as she fumbled for her cell phone.
“I don’t think this is a good—” Joe started, but the girl cut him off quickly.
“Idea! We know! We know!” Callie said, rolling her eyes in exasperation, her patience obviously stretched to the end with Joe’s attitude. “Give it a rest, will you Joe? You’re being a damp rag!” She finished dialing the number and then waited in suspenseful anticipation!
* * *
Frank scowled at the phone, wondering if it was Friday the 13th or something! Three times he had tried to dial Callie’s cell phone and each time nothing happened. No rings, no busy signal, no ‘the customer you are looking for is unavailable’, absolutely nothing.
With one final exasperated attempt, and trying to ignore the growing twinge of anxiety in the pit of his stomach, he tried calling Vanessa.
His fingers punched the last digit – he waited. And then. Nothing.
* * *
“It’s ringing!” Callie cried out in excitement.
Vanessa started towards her friend; intent on hearing as well, when suddenly from somewhere deep inside the house, she heard a noise! Whipping her head around, the girl looked at Joe – he had heard it too!
Joe held his finger to his lips, silencing the unasked question as he focused on the sound; his head cocked to the side and his eyes narrowed in concentration….And then what little color was left in his face completely drained! It was a phone – a ringing phone!
Somewhere in Deathe House a phone was ringing!
And then Callie’s cell phone was answered….
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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.