H.E.K. Files: Chapter 2~ The Case Of Crazy George

Heather and Krystal met up outside Evelyn's door.
"What the heck was that?" Heather squealed.
"I'm pretty sure it was Evelyn screaming," Krystal yawned.
They tried her door. Locked, as usual. Heather stood up on her tippy toes and got the key. Then, she pushed it in the lock.
"Password, please," a robotic voice demanded.
"Um..." Krystal thought about the choices.
"Correct,"the robotic voice ended, unlocking the door.
"Wow, very surprising," Krystal rolled her eyes.

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She pushed the door open, finding Evelyn sitting up, startled.
"Hey, Eve!" Heather welcomed as she came in,"Oh, by the way, clever password!"
Evelyn looked wildly around, her mouth still in an "o" just after she screamed.
"Wha... What are you two doing here?" she pointed at the two girls standing at her bedside.
"We heard you scream," Krystal sat down by Evelyn.
"I had a horrible memory..." Each time Evelyn blinked, she saw the twisted body of her friend.
"Well, I had a great one, and you had to break through it!" Heather pouted.

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Just then, the phone rang. Evelyn ran out of her bed and yanked the phone off of the receiver.
"Who's this?"Evelyn muttered in the phone sleepily.
"It's Drake, Eve," a voice answered.
Evelyn immediately brightened up at the sound of her boyfriend's voice.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Another mystery for you guys," Drake replied.
Evelyn had the phone on speaker.
"God, what is it now?" Heather spoke impatiently,"Didn't we just,like, solve one?"
"Yeah, three weeks ago,"Krystal said under her breath.
"Whatev," Heather snapped.
"It's a murder," Drake explained," Crazy George got killed yesterday, and the cops want you guys to figure it out."
"Can't they go on a spaceship and command aliens to do the frick'n work?" Evelyn laughed.
"Crazy George finally died? How old was he, like one hundred fifty?" Heather pointed out.
"Trust me, it was a murder. There was a gun and a bullet through his head." Drake stated.
"It might have been-"Heather started.
"No, it wasn't suicide either." Drake finished for her.
"Stop trying to get out of it. You agreed to become detectives with us!" Evelyn mumbled.
"So, when do we start?!" Krystal asked pulling a map of the neighborhood from Evelyn's clothes drawer.