This chapters quite short so I apologise. We find out some interesting things about what happened to Carly. I'm not sure if this chapter gets a bit dramatic towards the end. Warning: There is some sensitive subjects.
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"I'm going to go look for clues" Sam stated before leaving the apartment.
"Sam, we're not in Scooby Doo" Freddie yelled after her.
"Shut your trap, Velma"
"We should probably go after her. It's not safe for her to be down there on her own" Spencer said responsibly and Freddie nodded his head in agreement as they left the apartment.
When they got to the alley, Sam was standing where they had stood just an hour before, besides Carly's backpack. She was about to reach out and grab it but Spencer stopped her.
"Sam don't move it, the police may need it" Sam jumped, not expecting to hear his voice. She turned around her hand on her chest and breathing heavy.
"Aww, did Samantha Puckett get a bit scared" Freddie mocked, a grin on his face. Sam grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him face to face with her.
"Never call me Samantha" she threw him back down and he backed away, putting his hands up to surrender. "Aww , did Fredward Benson get a bit scared"
"You guys" Spencer butted in. This wasn't the time for arguing. They stepped apart and looked at Spencer, going back to the original subject.
"I need the backpack for clues, besides within the 24 hours that the police aren't doing their job, there's a great possibility that the bag will get stolen." Sam said, responding to Spencer original statement.
"You're not a detective Sam" Freddie groaned.
"And you're not relevant Fredward" and despite the guys determination to stop her she picked Carly's backpack up and swung it over her shoulder.
"Hey, what's that?" Freddie asked as Sam lifted the bag to reveal an object underneath. Sam followed Freddie's eyes to where he was looking and spotted what looked like a phone on the floor. She walked over and picked it up, wiping the dust of it.
"It's not Carly's" Sam whispered softly as she turned on the phone to reveal a plain black home screen. A surge of fear washed over her as she realised who the item may belong to and by the look on the others faces they had realised to.
"Sam just put it back" Spencer commanded and went to grab the phone out of her hand. Sam shook her head no.
"Yo Fredhead, you know how to hack into someone's phone, right?"
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"Would you hurry." Sam commanded as she paced round the living room.
"Oh sorry for not being experienced enough to hack into a criminals phone" Freddie responded sarcastically.
"I don't except your apology"
"You guys, I really don't agree with this" Spencer said as he made his way over to Freddie and watched him press a load of buttons.
"What, you feel bad for looking through a criminals phone? It's the least revenge we could get on them taking Carly"
"We don't even know that it's their phone" Spencer replied. "And still I don't really know if I want to see what that sickos got on his phone"
"It'll be fine Spence, besides we can use it as evidence to give to the police"
"And what. Get me sent to prison for hacking into someone's phone without permission" Freddie ushered quickly as panic overtook him.
"Nah, that's just the bright side"
"I'm serious Sam. I will stop if-"
"Dude chill you're undies, that's not gonna happen" Sam said with a chuckle as Freddie freaked out. She loved watching people panic. He sighed partly in relief.
"I-I've done it" he said with a hint of happiness in his voice but mainly fear.
"Move" Sam pushed him off the chair he was sitting at aggressively and took his seat. She turned the phone on without hesitation.
"Woah, what kind of boring person has no apps" she thought out loud as she swiped from screen to screen. Freddie groaned in pain and stood up from the floor, holding his head.
"Sam give it here" Spencer said as he held out his hand, she hesitated but gave it to him anyway. Sam and Freddie watched intensely as he looked through the phone. All of sudden he let out a shocked gasp and they saw his hands begin to tremble.
"W-what?" Sam asked carefully, scared of what he was about to say. She cursed herself for the stutter in her words.
Spencer shook his head and held the phone out of their view.
"Spencer just show us"
"You guys don't need to see it. I don't want you to see it" his voice trembled and Sam felt herself become very afraid. Something she didn't feel very often. Seeing Spencer like this just scared her.
"Spencer" she groaned and before he could stop her, she hit the phone out of his hands and into hers. She smirked at her successful skills.
"Sam I really don't think it's something you should see-" he was interrupted by Sam gasping, similar to how he had earlier on. Her hands began to shake and she swallowed hard, squeezing her eyes shut tightly, trying to erase whatever she had just seen. Freddie gently took the phone out of her hands, also seeing what she was looking at.
There were pictures, many pictures. Of people. Girls. They were sleeping, in the comfort of their own bedrooms. These pictures were took by window view. It was obvious that the people were not aware of this strange person taking photos of them as they slept. A stalker.
As Freddie scrolled down one picture caught his eye. It was Carly. She was sleeping in the studio on one of the beanbags, her hair spread around her, covering most of her face. He felt like he was about to throw up, his own hands trembled with fear. Spencer and Sam could also see this picture from over his shoulder.
Spencer stepped back reality sinking in and he place a hand on his chest in fear, taking a step back.
"I'm calling the police" Spencer stated shakily as he grabbed his phone from his pocket, almost dropping it and began to leave the room until-
"SPENCER!"
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Ooo left on a cliffy. So Carly's really in trouble. Once again I don't know if it's getting to angsty, feel free to review if you feel this way. Also tell me what you want to happen in this story, you never know, I might use your idea. :)