Well, happily ever after, hardly ever happens. And in Phil, Keely, and Dana's case, it didn't happen either. Well, that's what I thought. I had never heard of Phil, Keely, and Dana, until about five months ago, when I was fetching a needle and thread for my grandmother, and I- Well, you probably want to hear the whole story right? Yes? O.K.,

I live with my grandmother in a small city in Massachusetts. I am a massive Sherlock Homes fan, and have dreamed of one day solving a great mystery like he does. But, no such luck.

I sat reading Sherlock Holmes in my den, when my grandmother called me.

"Selene, could you come here please,"

"Yes, Grandmother," I replied. As I am always afraid to disobey my grandmother, she is a very refined woman, she always acts as though she's a queen, she reminds me very much of Julie Andrews in the princess diaries., and can be quiet frightening when she's angry. When I walked into the living room, my knee-high black boots made a squeaking sound on the hardwood floor. My Grandmother nearly jumped.

"Selene, can't you keep your shoes quiet? They nearly gave me a heart attack."

"Sorry Grandmother,"

"Now that your shoes are quiet, can you please go upstairs and get my needle and thread, I need to hem your Grandfather's suit."

"Yes Grandmother,"

I walked up the hardwood stairs, very carefully, so my shoes didn't squeak. When I reached the top of the stairs, I turned and walked into my grandparent's room. I can never remember where my Grandmother keeps her needle and thread, it was in a new place each time, I searched, and searched, until I went into the closet, I saw the bag with the needle and thread in it. But, it was underneath a stack of books, so I tried to pull it out, but the books fell with it, and I jumped out of the way with a, "Yyeee!" A weird form of "Yikes", but like five hundred pounds of books where about to fall on me, give me a break. Anyway, my Grandmother then said, "Selene? Are you alright!"

"Yes, Grandmother," I said, relived that I was alright.

I began picking up the books, when I picked up Pride and Prejudice; a newspaper article fell out of it.

"What's this?" I said to myself, picking it up, and unfolding it.

It read: "Local family pursued by a crazed stalker, is dead today. The family, Phil Diffy, Keely Teslow, and Dana Teslow-Diffy, were a happy family living in Manhattan, and had to relocate to Bel-Air, they were reportedly dead in their mansion this morning, no bodies were found, but an indication that the bodies were decapitated, but no one is certain, More on this story as it develops."

"Oh my God," I said to myself, "This is it, this is my chance to be Sherlock Holmes, or Selene Holmes, this is fabulous, all I have to do, is find out what killed this family, and I'm there,"

I ran down the stairs and practically threw the sewing bag at my grandmother, and ran back into the den. I opened my laptop, and began researching the family.

I had researched the family so many times, that when I would type in the letter "T", the Teslow-Diffy's would come up automatically, it was insanity, I wasn't finding anything. I had nearly given up, when I decided to give it one last try, and I got the address to the house that they died in. I jumped up, and started dancing to "Everybody dance now," when my cell phone rang to the tune of "Alla Turca",

"Hello?" I said.

"Hey Sel, it's me." My best friend, Spencer, said.

"Hey, Guess what, guess what!" I said, semi jumping.

"What?" Spencer said.

"I found the address to the house that they died in,"

"Who?"

"Spencer, where have you been? The family I've been researching for the past six hours, I e-mailed you, about it six hours ago,"

"Oh, my computer's broken."

"Bummer, well, you called me, what did you want?"

"Oh, to tell you that a classical music concert is on today, at 5."

"Spencer Whitfield, why don't you tell me these things in advance!" I said sitting down on the couch in the den.

"Sorry, you had your phone off."
"Well, my house phone is never off."

"Right, sorry, I'll remember to stop at nothing to inform you about classical music concerts,"

I just laughed; Spencer never fails to make me laugh,

Spencer and I are such geeks, we both can't stand pop stars, American Music Awards shows, and stuff like that, we prefer classical music, computers, technology, and classical musical interments, such as violins, pianos, cellos, etc. we both play all the classical interments also. Spencer and I have been best friends since we were practically born, he and will probably end up getting married, but we're only 14. And I don't want to marry him when I'm 14 anyway.

Anyway, back to the story, after he and I finished talking, I was already y determined to find this house, so I would have to tell my Grandmother I was going to Spencer's house, and then go to the house from there.

"Grandmother," I started,

"Yes Selene." she replied

"Can I go to Spencer's residence; I left my C drive there." I stared down at the floor, as I couldn't believe I had just said something that stupid, and unlikely.
"Of course, but it's freezing outside, you're not going in that skirt."

I looked down at my denim skirt, and said, "I'm wearing a long sleeved shirt…"

"Selene, if you're going to argue, you won't go,"

"Yes, Grandmother."

I looked down at my periwinkle blue thermal long sleeved shirt, my denim above the knee skirt, and was way to afraid to disobey her, so I went up the stairs and changed into jeans. I put on my below the waist leather coat, and left the house.

Spencer didn't live very far from my house, only about a boulevard away, I live on Harmony lane, and her lives on Peace court. I could walk there in a matter of minutes, and I always timed myself, 1.27, 1 minute, 27 seconds.

When I arrived at Spencer's house, his tall frightening butler answered the door.

"Hello," his deep booming voice said.

"Hi, I'm here to see Spencer," I said

"Name,"

"Sebastian, I've been here a million times, you know my name,"

"Just a pre-caution."

"Selene Hunnington," I said.

"Ah, go right in."

Sebastian moved to the side, and let me in; Spencer was waiting very close to the door, in his clove green sweater vest, khaki dockers, and a white long sleeved oxford shirt, and his usual expensive black Bali loafers.

"Good day, Selene." Spencer said

"Good day, Spencer," I said, confused, because I always used, "good day," as a good-bye instead of a hello.

"May I ask what brings you here, Sel?"

"Well, I have to check out this house, and I can't go alone," I said, lowering my voice to a whisper

"What?"

"Spen, you heard me, you have to come, pleeeease," I said giving him my best sad eyes.

"Fine,"

"Yay! You're the best," I said, hugging him.

Spencer and I left his house, and bribed the chauffer with a hundred dollar bill, to drive us there without saying anything to my Grandmother or his parents.

When we arrived at 1414 Elm street, Spencer reluctantly got out of the limo, and followed me, who had jumped out, and was practically at the door.

We knocked on the door, and this strange old man answered it.

"Hi, I'm Selene Hunnington, and this is Spencer Whitfield, do you know anything about Phil Diffy, Keely Teslow, or Dana Teslow-Diffy?"

"Yes, they lived here, and the spiders killed them." the strange old man said.

"Um, could you excuse us for just one second?" I said to the strange old man.

"Sure." he said.

I pulled Spencer off to the side, as I said, "Conference."

"Spen, do you believe him?"

"No, do you?"

"No. All the research I did, and this is what I get,"

"We'll just have to do more then, we won't give up."

"O.K."

"Sir, if we come back in a few days, will that be too much trouble?"

"No, not at all."