A/N Hello, my lovely Hardy Boy fans. I have finally returned with a continuation of this story. Do not fear for I promise never to allow you to wait this long for an update again. Updates will take place once a week.
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"Maybe we should split up and take a look around, maybe there's a working phone here somewhere." Joe mused.
"Alright, there's eight of us, so that's either four groups of two, or two groups of four." Frank calculated.
"We can cover more ground if we split into smaller groups." Biff pointed out. "Plus, with the way this weather is going, we're going to want to get out of here as quickly as possible."
"Also, it's kind of creepy out here." Callie said with a shudder. Frank squeezed his girl friend's shoulder in comfort.
"Alright, let's split up into groups of two then, Iola you come with me, Callie with Frank, Tony and Biff, Phil and Chet." Joe suggested.
"When are we meeting back here?" Tony questioned.
"How about a half an hour?" Phil questioned the group.
"Sounds good." Frank agreed, while the others nodded their assent. He offered his hand to Callie, and the two went off together in a general North-west direction, giving the carousel a wide berth. The others split off in their groups, each pairing headed off to explore a different part of the abandoned carnival ground.
Callie's gym-shoes squelched loudly in the mud, and she was grateful that she had worn practical shoes, considering the sad state of affairs that was the ground after the recent rain.
Frank trained the beam of the flashlight on the area in front of them, in search of a likely looking building. He could just make out the image of a small building of some sort a little way past the abandoned tilt-a-whirl.
They reached the building after a short walk, and Frank tapped lightly on the door, waiting for an answer. After receiving none he grasped the doorknob and attempted to turn it. The door swung open soundlessly, on well-oiled hinges.
Callie groped along the wall for a light, she found a switch and flicked it on and off, byt the room remained as dimly lit as before. Frank illuminated the room with his flashlight, the beam shone on a phone resting on a desk in the corner of the room.
They stepped further inside and made their way across the room, just as they reached the desk the door shut with a decisive click behind them.
Callie flinched slightly and tightened her hold on the older Hardy brother's hand. When she glanced over her shoulder she saw that the room was mercifully empty of any other occupants, "It must have just been the wind," she murmured more to herself than to her boyfriend.
Frank pressed the phone to his ear, listening for a dial tone. The phone was dead. He sighed and placed it back on the receiver. Just as he was about to suggest going somewhere else a high-pitched scream reverberated through the abandoned carnival ground.
"That sounded like Iola." Callie said her face paling dramatically.
"We better go see what's going on." Frank affirmed. He reached the door in three strides, pulling his girlfriend after him and yanked on the door attempting to pull it open to no avail. "Uh, Cal?"
"Yeah?" She asked her thoughts centered primarily on locating her best friend and making sure she was alright.
"Don't panic, but the door is kind of stuck." Frank replied, this was getting creepier by the second, although he was sure there was a perfectly rational explanation for all this.
Joe and Iola...
Joe and Iola had headed north-east through the carnival-ground, in search of a phone, or perhaps a proprietor that may be looking over the abandoned theme park.
Joe hoped that they would be able to get out of here soon, he had a weird feeling about this place, plus he really did want to make it to that convention.
They spied an old ticket booth, and headed toward it, hoping that there would be a phone inside. Several feet away from the booth, their flashlight flickered and then went out.
"Frank has the extra batteries." Joe stated sheepishly rubbing the back of his head. "We'll get some more when we meet up with the others.
"No big deal, the carousel is providing enough light, anyway." Iola pointed out. Shortly after she made this statement the lights in the fairground momentarily brightened before switching off, the entire area plunging into darkness.
"Iola?" Joe called. She had been standing several feet to his left. A scream resounded through the park, and then as abruptly it stopped. The lights flashed back on and Joe turned to where his girlfriend had been standing to find nothing but one of her flip-flops, which she had insisted on wearing despite their tendency to fall off. "Iola?" He repeated in panicked voice.
There was no answer. The carnival ground remained ominously silent other than the background song of the carousel.
I've no time to wait and sigh.
I've no time to wheedle.
Kiss me quick. I'm off, good bye
Pop goes the weasel!
A/N Review! This story will be updated every Thursday in compliance with my new updating schedule.