hardy boys fan fiction
THE OUIJA BOARD
hardy boys nancy drew fan fiction
by
Phoenix
Chapter
5
hardy boys fan fiction
THE CHAPTERS
Frank screeched to a halt in front of Deathe House, cursing when he saw his and Joe’s dark blue van parked outside. “Damn, sometimes I really hate being right!”
Grabbing the flashlight from his mother’s glove compartment, the teen jumped out of the car and hurried towards the large door. He swallowed back the huge wave of foreboding that hit him as he pushed the door open. He really hated this place!
“JOE!” he yelled out at the top of his lungs as he stepped into the huge entranceway, “CALLIE! VANESSA!” He heard nothing, not even an echo. That was perhaps one of the most unnerving things about this old house – there was no echo. The walls seemed to just absorb all sound!
Casting the light along the floor, Frank saw the tell-tale footprints in the dust and hurried along, following them, confused when they seemed to go, come back and then go again. “Joe?” he yelled out again and this time was rewarded by the sound of coughing!
Throwing all caution to the wind, the older Hardy brother raced down the hallway, his flashlight’s light weaving along the floor until the footprints stopped abruptly at a closed door! The coughing was coming from right behind it and he reached out to push it open, gasping in shock and pain when his hand was burned by the searing heat of the door!
Fire, he realized immediately, everything falling into place. His brother and the girls were trapped inside and the room was on fire!
“JOE!” Dropping the flashlight to the ground, Frank took off his coat, bundled it around his hand and reached for the handle again. “Hang on little brother – I’m coming in!”
The door was locked! Muttering angrily he slid the deadbolt back – someone had locked Joe, Callie and Vanessa in that room!
Pushing the door open, Frank coughed as a huge billow of smoke assaulted him! Wasting no time, he crouched down and crawled as quickly as he could towards the sounds of coughing.
There – just ahead, towards the back of the room, he found them!
“V-Vanessa?” he coughed, trying to rouse the unconscious girl, but he got no response. ‘Damn’, he thought knowing he’d need to pull her out! “Joe? C-Callie?” he coughed to the two other prone figures lying a little closer to the wall, “Come o-on guys – I could…r-really use a hand right h-here!” There was no way in hell he could drag all three, and himself, out of here!
A weak moan was all the response he got. It came from Callie. Encouraged, he quickly knelt by his girlfriend and shook her. “C-come on…C-Callie!” he tried to rouse her, “I – I…n-need your help!” His eyes were watering and his lungs burned painfully as he blinked to keep things in focus. They were running out of time!
“Fr-Frank?” Callie’s brown eyes flickered open, and she was immediately assaulted by a hard bout of coughing.
“Atta girl,” Frank managed, patting her back and helping her to sit up, “I n-need…your…h-help!” The girl nodded that she understood and slowly crawled towards her friend.
The dark-haired teen moved to check on his brother, his mind racing. ‘How are we going to do this?’ he racked his brains, relieved when he felt a pulse – Joe was alive but unresponsive. ‘Damn,’ he glanced at Callie who was half slumped over Vanessa, ‘there’s no way in hell she can get Van out of here and I can’t carry them both!’ Glancing up, he saw the window and frowned – why didn’t they just break it?
Seeing the brass bookend on the floor, Frank picked it up, drew back his arm and let it fly right at the window! With a resounding crash, the glass broke and as shards cascaded down on top of them, a gust of cold air blasted in. Hastily the boy cleared the broken glass from around the rims before hauling his brother up and dumping him out the window! Joe landed unceremoniously on the ground outside!
With no time for apologizes or gentleness, Frank picked up Vanessa, put her over his shoulder and then grabbed Callie’s arm with his other hand. The smoke was so thick it was almost impossible to see!
Coughing, and eyes blurring from smoke tears, he did the same thing to them as he had done with Joe and then clambered out of the window himself, into the bright night, and sat down on the cold grass.
Still hacking harshly, he took a moment to recover.
Relief coursed through Frank as he heard Vanessa and Joe starting to revive in the fresh air. Callie sat next to him on the ground, still coughing roughly.
“You…g-guys…okay?” he barked, sitting up and taking deep lungfuls of fresh air.
Callie gave him a weak smile as Vanessa rolled over and started to sit up. She nodded slightly and doubled over, still coughing.
“Fr-ank?” Joe groaned, not opening his eyes yet, lying supine under the unblinking moon.
“Yeah…it’s me,” the older boy confirmed, letting out a relieved sigh at hearing his brother’s voice.
“What you—” coughing, “doing…h-here?”
“Saving your butts,” Frank replied as he took out his cell phone to call 9-1-1 and report the fire.
“No ambulance,” Joe interrupted, opening his eyes and carefully sitting up as he heard his brother talking. “We’re okay.” His voice was rough from the smoke, but the coughing was slowly abating, and both he and the girls really were no worse for wear.
Frank eyed him skeptically, his eyebrows rising in question when he saw the gash on his brother’s head, but he went ahead and said no to the request for medical help, anyway. Even he could tell they were fine. Shook up – definitely – if the paleness of the three faces were any testimony, but mostly fine.
“What happened to your head?” he demanded as soon as he finished his call, slowly getting to his feet and helping Callie and then Vanessa stand up.
“Uh—” Joe reached up and touched the gash, wincing as he did so, “it’s a long story.” Frank extended his hand to his brother and pulled him up off the ground.
“Well, why don’t you guys enlighten me on the ride back?” the older boy offered, as he ushered the other three teens towards the front of the house where the car and van were still parked. He eyed his brother appraisingly. “Are you fit to drive?”
“Try stopping me.” Joe flashed him a smile – not as cocky as usual. “I’ll drop Van off and see you at home?”
Frank frowned, not as sure as Joe was about his driving ability, but hesitant to leave either his mom’s car or their van behind. In the distance they could hear the sound of sirens as the fire department bore down on Deathe House.
“I’m fine, Frank. Really,” Joe assured him, correctly assessing the uncertainty on his brother’s face.
“Well, okay. But you call me if you—” Frank paused and the uncertain look turned puzzled. “What is up with your cell phone, anyway? I tried calling you guys but got nothing.” He glared at his brother. “Except for you. And what was up with that? You could have at least spoken to me!”
“What are you talking about?” Joe demanded, taking out his phone and checking it – it seemed just fine. Callie and Vanessa did the same thing, and their phones were okay as well. “I haven’t spoken to you since I left the house. My phone never rang.”
“But—” Frank paused as a cold shiver raced down his back.
“Honest, Frank,” Joe said, “you never called.”
“Maybe you mis-dialed?” Callie offered helpfully, but Frank shook his head:
“Four times? I tried Joe’s cell twice, and then yours and Vanessa’s.”
“I dunno, bro,” Joe admitted, moving just a bit further away from the house, “but can we just get out of here?!”
“Okay,” Frank agreed, feeling the same way as his brother. He fixed Joe with a stern look. “No messing around. Drop Van off and get your butt home.”
“Yes Mom,” the younger boy grinned, and then fished out his keys, relieved that they were in his pants pocket, as he’d left his singed jacket behind in the house.
“I’ll wait until his head is better and then I’ll smack him,” Frank muttered, not quite under his breath, as he unlocked the car doors and slid into the driver’s seat. A subdued looking Callie hesitated briefly; took a deep breath and then got into the passenger side.
“I’m glad I’m not riding home with them,” Vanessa admitted honestly as she got into the van. “Somehow I don’t think Frank is very impressed about all this.”
Joe glanced over his shoulder as he got into the van. Frank had started the car but was waiting for them to leave first. “I don’t have to think Frank isn’t going to be impressed; I know he isn’t! But save your sympathy for me – I’m sure I’m going to get blasted when I get home!”
“Well it wasn’t really your fault,” Vanessa said as Joe started the van and pulled away from the God-forsaken house, “you didn’t want to go, and you tried to stop us.”
“Yeah but I’m bigger than the both of you,” Joe shrugged casually, “and I knew better.”
Vanessa glanced across at him questioningly.
The boy sighed and then admitted, “The last time I was in that house something weird happened—”
“Weird? L-like tonight?” Her voice trembled despite her resolve not to show how scared she still was.
Joe shook his head. “I don’t know. I can’t really remember much. But I left this place with a broken arm.”
Vanessa shuddered as she glanced back at the house; Frank was following closely behind them. “I think—” she admitted softly, “I think I hate that house…”
* * *
The firemen stood outside Deathe House and watched their boss. The man had his hat pushed up and was scratching his head angrily, “I hate pranks. Why some people think it’s funny to call in false alarms, I’ll never understand!” He looked back at his men. “Come on boys; let’s get back to the station. There’s no fire here.”
And as they left, a sinister stillness seemed to settle over the old place, while in the library, the bloodied spot on the accursed stone grew just a little larger….
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