So I am a huge fan of mystery novels and movies and I just felt the need to write something. This is what I came up with lol. I've been reading One Tree Hill stories on here for a while now and haven't come across anything like this. Maybe that was a good thing 0o. So I'm going to try to write it channeling Agatha Christie, but I'm sure it will only be like 1/10 channeling, if that. I really hope you like it.

It was only supposed to be a house warming party. Little did they know they would begin to die one by one...Can Haley solve the mystery before death finds all her friends?

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It was about mid-evening as he sat in his recliner, relieved about hearing from his friend. Or would she be his girlfriend now? He shook his head and smiled, grabbing the near-by remote. Suddenly his heart jumped into his throat and he began to shake uncontrollably. He dug himself further into his seat, too horrified at the sight to run. There, in front of him, was a raven-haired girl, slowly coming out of his TV. She gripped either side of the TV, curling her face in anger as she inched closer to her victim. Thoughts began running through his head, and he was hoping it was just a dream. But he knew it wasn't. She had crawled about 2 feet from him, and stopped, just staring. Suddenly his world went black.

Brooke screamed, and dug her chestnut-haired head into her husband's shoulder, immediately covering her ears with her hands. "Oh my god! What the hell was that? What the hell was that pale, anorexic chick doing climbing out of a damn TV?" She shuddered, remembering the scene from The Ring she had just witnessed.

Her husband just laughed, rubbing his hand up and down her arm, trying to comfort her. Her put his other arm around her, drawing her closer to him. "Brooke, it was just a movie. He died because he watched the video, or something like that," he tried to soothe her, chuckling.

"Lucas Scott this is not funny. Turn that off right now. I'm not watching anymore," she crossed her arms defiantly over her chest, sitting up and looking away from him.

"Brooke, I'm sorry. I wasn't laughing at you. I just found the whole thing a little ridiculous. I mean, first off, it's not even humanly- or or ghostly- possible to climb through a TV. There's glass covering it. She didn't even break the glass," he complained, gesturing towards the TV, trying to prove his point.

Outside the evening grew dark, and a heavy rain began to fall, signaling the beginning of a storm.

"Well it doesn't matter because she did, and she killed him," Brooke whispered, making a slicing motion across her slender neck.

"Come here baby, it's ok. I wouldn't let some psycho girl come out of our TV. I promise," he said, trying to comfort her, drawing her close once more.

"Oh god! You think she could actually come out of the TV?" Brooke shrieked, her emerald green eyes going wide with the thought. She hugged herself and stepped into the kitchen, looking out the window, just as a huge clap of thunder resounded through the house.

Lucas turned off the movie, and turned on the radio in the hopes of bringing Brooke back to a clam state. He rubbed a hand over his chin, getting scratched by his late-night stubble, deep in thought. "Well no, I don't think she could. Like I said before, it's just not possible."

A distraction suddenly came from the radio.

Dancin' out on 7th street
Dancin' through the underground
Dancin' little marionette
Are you happy now?

Where do you go when you're lonely
Where do you go when you're blue
Where do you go when you're lonely
I'll follow you
When the stars go blue

Brooke jumped and clapped her hands. "Ooooo that's right! I have to call Haley!" She padded in her slippers, from her new hit clothing line, Hoes & Bros, over to the phone, and quickly dialed.

Lucas just chuckled, admiring his wife in her white tank top and jet-black sweat pants. She was the only person he knew who could go from terrified, to angry, to excited in under 1 minute. He heard her voice from the kitchen as he was putting away the movie.

"Oh come on Singer Girl. It will be lots of fun. I promise!" Brooke squealed into the phone as she tried to convince her stubborn friend. She sat down on a bar stool in the enormous kitchen, tucking stray strands of dark brown hair behind her ear. Her foot was lightly tapping the smooth floor in anticipation, the scene from the movie obviously forgotten.

"Brooke, I don't know. I'm tired after being on tour for 3 months and I'd really just like to have some down time…. by myself," Haley sighed from the other end of the line, as she absently twirled her dirty blonde hair. She sat outside on her balcony, enjoying the crisp, somewhat cool, night. Her pen still in her hand, poised over the song she was trying to jot down before Brooke had called, breaking her from her thoughts.

"Well there won't be that many people there, and the house is pretty secluded," Brooke lulled, as she drummed her manicured fingernails on the marble counter. She knew Haley was close to giving in; her friend just needed some coaxing.

Haley snorted, sitting up in her lounge chair, shifting her guitar onto the empty chair beside her. "Yeah and I know what 'that many'" she enunciated with air quotes, even though Brooke couldn't see her, "means by Brooke Scott standards. I do remember the high school graduation party you threw at your parents' house, with, and I quote, 'Just a few people'"

"I did just invite a few people" Brooke whined.

"Brooke, half of our school showed up, not to mention the kids from 4 other high schools."

"Well the few people I invited had other friends they wanted to invite. Who am I to turn them down?"

"The other schools were over 2 hours away."

"Well, I guess they had long-distance friendships." Brooke quickly answered, waving her hands wildly, signaling to her husband she needed some backup. "Ok, so that time it was a little more than a few. But seriously, I did only ask our group of friends to join us at our very private house."

Well, a secluded house might be nice." Haley sighed, still trying to shake that feeling she had in the pit of her stomach. Something just didn't seem right about this trip, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Maybe it was that burrito I shouldn't have eaten at lunch…she told herself, trying to dismiss the feeling. A cold breeze blew around her and she shuddered, pulling her light Juicy Couture sweater tighter around her shoulders.

"Did I mention a big, no humungous house, on it's own private little island was waiting for you? Broody and I miss you and we want to show you our new house." Lucas raised an eyebrow. "Well ok, I miss you and want to show you our new fantabulous house, and Broody just misses you" she admitted.

He grabbed the phone from his stunning wife.

"Hales"

"Luke! How are you?"

"I'm great, thanks. We just finished watching this movie about some girl who kills people after watching a movie," he scoffed, still thinking the movie was stupid. "And I can actually do that now that basketball season is over. I can finally rest. Well not really. You know Brooke" Brooke's big emerald green eyes went wide with shock. "Lucas Scott!" She mouthed as she hit him playfully in the arm.

"Ok, ewwwww." Haley groaned. "I do not need to hear about my friend and my best friend doing that.

"Haley that's not what I meant" Lucas protested. "I meant to add with all the arranging of furniture I've had to do and the hanging of those giant paintings she just had to have. It's like she doesn't even acknowledge I have a whole other career than being her personal mover. Ummm, did I mention how beautiful and amazing the house looks with those paintings she picked out?" He quickly added as Brooke threw him a look.

Haley rolled her big chocolate brown eyes, moving the phone to her other ear. "So back to basketball. Sorry I missed the big game. I had a concert that night that I just couldn't cancel. I'm so sorry Luke."

"It's really ok Hales."

"I watched the highlights on ESPL, or whatever it's called. You had a lot of goals and very nice free-shots. And congrats on being named MVP. I'm proud of you Luke." Haley beamed as she collected the papers containing her attempt at a new song. She laid them in a neat pile, putting her Agatha Christie novel on top.

Lucas grinned, not bothering to correct her. "Thanks, that means so much to me. I still can't believe it. We had the most wins in Celtics history. It's amazing." Lucas raked his hand through his short blonde hair, still amazed at what an awesome season his brother and him had had. Of course, Lucas had scored more points, and he would remind Nathan of that any chance he got. "So back to the task at hand, I haven't seen you since you've been on tour, and going to a few of your concerts does not count as seeing you by best friends status. Just say you'll come so Brooke will stop asking me every 5 seconds when I'm going to get Singer Girl to come over" Lucas stage-whispered the last part into the phone, joking as he smiled over at Brooke.

Brooke yanked the phone away from Lucas and strode into the living room where he couldn't get at her. She plopped onto the couch, suddenly feeling a slight chill. She grabbed at a blanket and draped it over herself.

"Haley, pretty please just say yes. It will only be for a week, ok, maybe a week and a half, hardly a 3-month national tour. And some how Rach-ho," she huffed angrily, "was invited, and I still think she somehow managed to invite herself, and I need you to be here to prevent me from strangling her skanky ass, and all our friends will here, and even Lucas' half-brother will be here," she puffed out, rambling. She knew she had peaked Haley's interest with that last part.

"Brooke you know I don't care if what's-his-name will be there" Haley lied through her wide smile, twirling her pen through her fingers.

"Whatever you say. You know you two were all cozy before you took off on tour with The Jerk."

"Well he does have a very nice body. And ugh, don't remind me of that."

"I heard through some friends that he hasn't been seeing anyone since you went on tour. Maybe he's waiting for the right woman to come along……" her voice trailed off as she hinted at Haley.

Haley felt a blush creep across her face, glad her friends couldn't see her. She and Nathan had agreed to not start anything since she was leaving on tour. But if he was single and she sure as hell was…..maybe…..She snapped out of her thoughts. "Anyway…. I'm just glad the tour is finished. Well kinda-glad because it was freaking awesome, minus 'it'".

Brooke chuckled. "So do 'Brooke Scott' a favour and get your singer ass over here for my, I mean, our, house-warming party. I promise it will be a week you'll never forget."

Haley rolled her eyes at the imitation her friend had done of The Jerk. "Hmmmm well when you put it that way… I'll go!" She hurriedly moved the phone away from her ear, waiting for Brooke's shrieks. She was shocked to note she once again felt nervous about the weeklong trip. In the distance lighting crackled and a light rain began to fall, cooling the night quickly.

Brooke shrieked with excitement and Lucas laughed knowing Haley had agreed. He knew she would acquiesce; no one could turn Brooke down. He only knew too well.

"Oh Singer Girl you are going to have a bitchin' time at the best home-warming house party thingy ever in the history of house warming things!"

"But only on one condition"

"Name it."

"No more talking in the third person."

A/N: So what do you think about that? Is it good? Bad? Should I write more? Review please :)