A/N: Okay, so here's the sequel to Pretty Little Halloween. It will be a lot longer than that story, that I promise. So leave reviews and I hope you enjoy it!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Pretty Little Liars or any of the characters. If you read it in the book, then it belongs to their author and creator Sara Shepard, Alloy Entertainment, and HarperTeen. I am not doing this for money, just for fun and practice. So please don't sue me.

Pretty Little Suspects

Chapter 1: The Morning After

The sun rose early on that crisp November morning. The small, exclusive town of Rosewood was bathed in a golden light, creating a heaven-like illusion.

But, as everyone knows, it was only that. An illusion.

Spencer Hastings was the first to wake up that morning. After having been awake half the night, the rest of her friends were still sleeping. And of course, she couldn't blame them. She wasn't sure why she was awake herself.

Last night on October 31, Halloween, they had received a note from none other than A. The vicious stalker had left a mock-newspaper headline on Spencer's doorstep.

LOCAL GIRLS ARRESTED FOR MURDER OF TABATHA CLARK

Along with the headline, A had left them a note, happily informing them that they were stuck with them for a long time, and if they wanted the headline to stay secret, they had better do as A told them to.

But A was supposed to be dead. They had gotten rid of her that fateful night in the Poconos. Or so they thought.

Right before the doorbell had rung last night, Emily had informed the girls that she had left the door to the porch open at the Poconos house, allowing an escape route for Alison DiLaurentis, their former (or so they thought) best friend they thought was dead. As it turned out, Ali had a twin sister named Courtney who had taken over her life, and Courtney was the person they were friends with. Alison killed Courtney for stealing her life, and then Alison tried to kill them. Emily said her feelings for Ali were still so strong, she couldn't bear to not give her a chance to escape. The firefighters had never found her body, saying it must have vaporized with the explosion. But if there was an escape route, Ali could be very much alive. Which means that Ali could still be A, watching their every move, recording and taunting every secret.

Spencer headed into her family's state-of-the-art kitchen, intending on making a nice, strong cup of coffee to cool her nerves. As she was getting a mug out of the cupboard, she heard footsteps in the hallway.

Aria Montgomery, Hanna Marin, and Emily Fields entered the kitchen, taking a seat at the center island. Spencer removed three more mugs from the cupboard and set them in front of her friends. Neither of them said a word for a very long time.

"Do you really think it's her?" Hanna finally spoke up, referring to Alison.

"Who else could it be? Mona is dead, Ian is dead, and Toby is dead. No one else could possibly know about everything," Spencer replied, referring to Mona Vanderwaal, Ian Thomas, and Toby Cavanaugh, all who had been suspects of being A, or, in Mona's case, was A. Mona had been Hanna's best friend after Ali disappeared, and then tried to kill Spencer when she had found out Mona's secret. After Mona, Alison had taken over as A, with easy access to their secrets from her sister's old diary.

Emily fingered the scalloped edge of her coffee mug. "I'm really sorry guys. I didn't think this would happen."

Aria put a hand on Emily's arm. "Don't beat yourself up, Em. Even if you didn't leave the door open, this is Alison we're talking about. She would have found her own way." Emily tried to smile, but it didn't make her feel any better.

"So what do we do?" Hanna asked.

"We do what A tells us," Spencer replied almost immediately.

"What?" Hanna exclaimed. Spencer turned away from the coffee maker and faced her friends.

"You heard me. We do what A says. I don't care if we have to move to Alaska, Han, I will not go to jail for murder, accident or not." Everyone was quiet for a few moments.

"I wish we'd never gone to Jamaica," Aria whispered. At that moment, no one could disagree with her.

Bleep.

Spencer jumped at the sound of her cell phone. With a shaking hand, she reached for it and pressed READ.

FINALLY you girls are getting smart. Better be on your toes, darlings, you never know what I'm gonna throw at you.

-A

A/N: So I hoped you liked this chapter. This one will hopefully be the shortest chapter in the story. The rest should be longer, if all goes as planned. R/R! Thanks!

-LP99