Here it is, chapter 2! This time we've got a creepy memory from one of the chipettes appearing in this chapter. R&R!

~Whodunit~
~by ChipetteGirl10~
~Nobody Freak Out Yet~

Shaken and terrified, the six chipmunks slid down against a wall, far away from where they found the body. Theodore was hyperventilating with Eleanor trying to calm him down. Jeanette was visibly shaking and being held in the arms of Simon. Brittany had her arms crossed and propped up on her drawn-up knees. Alvin was thinking.

"Guys," he said out loud, "maybe it was a worker in here trying to scare us. I mean, for the shows in here, they probably have to use tons of fake corpses…right?" "Or the actors or actresses fake being dead," Simon said quietly. "Or they are dead," Brittany muttered flatly. Everyone turned to look at her, while her expression remained calm and neutral. "What sicko kills people just to make a movie or a play or something?" Jeanette piped up. Brittany shrugged, "I don't know. It's possible." "They would get sued!" Eleanor said. "Okay, everyone shut up! I didn't mean to start this conversation, so let's drop it. Now, we're going to split up again and—" Another bang cut Alvin off. "Go with who you were with before!" he shouted, running off with Brittany. Theodore and Eleanor darted away, as did Simon and Jeanette.

"This is terrifying," Jeanette murmured as the pair ran as fast as their small bodies could go. Another bang came – this time from right above them. Simon stopped for a minute, sending Jeanette crashing into his back. They both fell to the floor, Jeanette on top of Simon. "Oh my gosh, sorry Si," the brunette chipette squeaked. "It's alright," Simon responded. Jeanette quickly got up and uneasily brushed her skirt with her paw. Simon looked up to the ceiling where another bang sounded. Jeanette latched onto Simon's arm as they both looked up. They only saw the ceiling, the chandelier shaking. "We need to investigate," Simon muttered, running off. Jeanette watched him go with her cobalt eyes wide. "YOU'RE CRAZY!" she called after him. She shivered for a minute. She was completely alone. "SIMON!" But her counterpart was gone. "Great," the chipette muttered.

~Theodore and Eleanor~

Theodore and Eleanor pushed open the door to what looked like a kitchen inside of the theater. Eleanor's eyebrow arched. She looked to Theodore, who was already darting toward the fridge. The chipette shook her head and stepped in to wait for her counter. She knew this would be a long wait, knowing him. Besides, what food could be in here at this time of night, much less for a theater that was long past its glory days? Eleanor kept these thoughts to herself as she watched Theodore desperately try to pry open the door on the refrigerator that mocked him. The chubby chipmunk's eyes were narrowed in determination as he gripped the stainless steel handle on the door. He yanked once, yanked twice, and threw all of his might back. But his feverish attempts proved futile. The door wouldn't budge. Eleanor sighed, got down from her spot on the counter next to the fridge, and helped him pull on the door.

"It's open!" Theodore cried out jovially. His face fell when he noticed the fridge was empty, just like his stomach. "Come on, all of that hard work for nothing?" Theodore shouted. Eleanor rolled her eyes and grinned a bit. "Well, come on Theodore, we need to keep going," she said. The sound of metal falling was suddenly heard. Eleanor and Theodore snapped their heads toward the counter, where a knife was sitting there; shaking like it had fallen down. Theodore looked to Eleanor. Eleanor kept her gaze fixed on the sharp object and dared to take a step toward it. A pan fell from the rack behind the knife. Theodore grabbed Eleanor's wrist. "Don't take another step! We're turning around and leaving!" he said to her firmly, turning to dart out. But his words went in one ear and out the other with the blonde chipette. She took a few more steps and three more pans clanged onto the counter. "Eleanor! We're LEAVING!" Theodore said perilously, tugging on the chipette's sleeve. Eleanor still didn't break from her trance. Instead, she leapt onto the counter with the falling objects. "ELEANOR, ARE YOU INSANE? GET DOWN FROM THERE!" Theodore shouted at her. A falling knife just missed Eleanor. Theodore gulped and instead of leaving like he initially intended, he turned around and bolted toward the counter, many cooking tools falling and smashing against the counters or the floors.

"Ellie! Come on!" he called to Eleanor. He hurled himself toward the counter where Eleanor was. A pot clattered on top of Eleanor. Theodore let out a yelp of fright. Eleanor screamed, snapped out of her trance. Theodore carefully made his way to the pot and used all of his strength to get it off of his crush. Eleanor was pale and shivering. "We need to leave!" Theodore said, grasping her hand and tugging her forward. The chipmunks jumped down from the counter and scurried out of the kitchen.

~Alvin and Brittany~

Brittany and Alvin walked along, irritation driving a wedge between the two of them. "Come on, a dead body can't mean it's haunted," Brittany said. "It's real," Alvin muttered. "Seriously? Just earlier you were trying to insist it was a fake," Brittany retorted. Alvin scowled at Brittany and ran ahead. "Fine then, Mrs. It's Real," he said. Brittany glared at him. "Where do you think you're going?" she snapped quizzically. "Away from you. If you think it's not haunted then I guess you can be alone then, huh?" Alvin responded, before turning around and bolting off. Brittany gawked at him as he ran. "Alvin! Don't leave me!" she shouted. But like her sister Jeanette, she was also all alone, cold, scared, and way too far in over her head. I don't need him, I'm perfectly fine by myself. Just relax, there is nothing to be afraid of. So what if he left you alone? You'll be fine, Britt, Brittany told herself in her head. She walked down the hallway trying to act confident.

As she walked, she entered a hallway lined with pictures of famous people who had worked at the theater almost all of their lives. One of the photos looked eerily familiar to Brittany. She stared at the picture of a lady in a sparkly red evening gown, white gloves, and red stiletto heels. The lady had bright red lipstick on and a somewhat pale complexion. Her dark brown hair was down, curls tumbling down her shoulders. Her vibrant green eyes were looking into the camera mysteriously, somewhat glaring at Brittany. Her lips were tight and serious. Brittany continued to stare at the picture when reality set in. This woman in the painting was a murderer. Brittany knew her from her time with her sisters wandering about New York City when she had tried to murder her. Perfect detail was etched into Brittany's brain from the ordeal. She could remember the way the silver knife came down right next to her, the way she could only scream as she was being gripped, and especially how deathly cold the knife felt pressed against her fur. Reliving the event, Brittany screamed at the top of her tiny lungs. The harsh memory seemed like reality. Tears trickled from Brittany's eyes.

"Brittany, where are you?" Alvin's voice came panicked. Brittany screamed again and the tears continued to flow. Alvin bolted into the room to see Brittany crumbled to her knees sobbing in front of the framed picture of a lady. "Brittany, what's wrong?" Alvin asked. Brittany choked on each word. "T-T-That is n-n-n-not just a n-n-normal a-actress! She is a murderer! S-She tried t-t-to kill me in New York City w-w-when my sisters and I were there, before we c-c-came to California!"Alvin's amber eyes shot wide open. "What? Britt, if I had known you would have come here and seen that, I wouldn't have left you…Britt it's alright she's long dead!" he told the distraught chipette. Brittany continued crying. She suddenly grasped for her throat. She was choking. "Brittany!" Alvin screeched, grasping the chipette's frail body as she passed out into his arms. The chipmunk's eyes wandered up to the photo of the lady. Her green eyes were cast down at him; they weren't that way before. Alvin, still holding Brittany, took a few steps back as mad laughter filled the room. Oh…my…goodness. Alvin grabbed Brittany bridal style and went as fast as he could on his two hind paws out of that hallway, the laughter etched into his mind. Right then Alvin tripped and went crashing to the floor, as was Brittany.

Alvin looked to his unconscious counterpart, eyes glazed over with worry. He got up and went over to her and leaned her against him. "Don't worry, Brittany…I won't let anything in this theater get near you, I swear it. Just hang strong. The night can get any worse, can it?" he murmured to her. He instantaneously regretted saying that. "Great…now things are going to go more downhill from here. Alvin Seville, you are truly an IDIOT."

Bangs coming from above Simon and Jeanette…an evil presence briefly entrancing Eleanor...Brittany reliving a horrible memory and then being choked by an invisible force? Can you believe it? Review and I'll see you next time, people! First one to guess which movie I referenced with the hanging body in the shaft correctly gets ten awesome points (Hint: old movie)