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.

H.E.K. Files: Chapter one~ Dreams At 2:05 am

Janey Lee Quart pulled herself up the pulley at the Monstrous Ski Lodge. Higher and Higher... When she was 45 feet in the air, SNAP! The pulley broke and sent Janey Lee catapulting down to the icy rock. Her head landed first with a sickening crack. Janey Lee's body was twisted like a pretzel. Blood gushed everywhere. The gruesome horror video played in Evelyn's mind. It wasn't fake, it was real. No matter what. Evelyn woke up and screamed from the memory.



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Down the runway she went, blinging off her girly flair. Heather posed with grace, her smile as white as can be. She knew she was one of the best models out there. At the end of the show, the judges tallied up the results. Heather still wore her runway clothes. A short, hot pink, frilly tube top dress with black high heels that went further than Pittsburgh. The judges called out," Trisha Benket, Sarah Langini, Kristin Per, and Heather Fachin." Heather couldn't believe her luck. Everyone ran up to her with congratulations except Evelyn and Krystal. Evelyn was at the Monstrous Ski Lodge, and Krystal was at their mansion, working on a story. A blood curdling scream rang out, and Heather jumped out of her bed.


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Krystal typed furiously away on a key board. She was writing a novel about a man that kept breaking into houses and left everything a mess. She got thirsty and went into the kitchen for a latte. In the room, it was just like how her story described it. Tables turned over, food thrown to the ground... Was she imagining it? Krystal pinched herself, took off her glasses, cleaned them, and put them back on. Just as Krystal saw the image, a scream broke through her thoughts, and she toppled out of bed to investigate.