The Sleepover Part 2

Hart House isn't a place for another sleepover. When Tracie Marks and her friends go there for the evening, they face another killer who is intent on mayhem.

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1. Tracie

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Tracie gazed outside the cold windows.

She was eager to deal with the news that Hart House had been closed since a killer had died there the previous evening. She didn't think that the house would be closed permanently. She was friends with Evelyn, Barbara, Jane, Christine, and the other girls in Lawrence, Kansas. "Mom, can I go now?", she asked her. "Yes". And she stared at the mirror, then she was glad to wait before she was taken to Hart House for the sleepover.

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The 2002 blue Mazda was in the driveway. Tracie grabbed her black luggage in her hands. She noticed Marge, her mother, was smiling at her daughter. "Hart House is haunted", she said. "I know that, Mom. Someone killed the killer on the path. The police took the body away". Tracie, who was fifteen, was a gymnast at Lawrence Athletics' Club. She was into sports since she was five years' old, a decade ago. By 7:30 PM, she put her seat belt on. Then Marge did the same. Then she drove to the house before it got too dark.

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Tracie saw Hart House for the first time since the other girls were frightened of it last night. She was eager to believe in the idea that evil had drew every teenager to the place since the Roaring Twenties was full of glamourous parties, and the rich and famous people were there to enjoy themselves. Sadly, by 1929, the Stock Market crash drained everyone's money from American banks, and The Great Depression of the 1930's, caused mass panic, as Al Capone and other criminals took over Chicago and ruled the city for a long time until Eliot Ness took him down in Illinois. The rumour was that Capone had a vast fortune left over to go to Lawrence, Kansas. And he was staying at Hart House in the cold winter of 1923 through to 1927 with his wife and children. Tracie, whose favourite subject was history, glanced at the marble statues that were near the house. By 7:45 PM, she saw six of her friends already there: Chandra Dennison, a African-American cheerleader, sixteen; Rita James, a member of the Lawrence, Kansas Republican Movement, fifteen; Kelli Roberts, fourteen; Marta Cress, fifteen; Sally Fletcher, a cheerleader, fifteen; and Lynne Anderson, the head cheerleader, seventeen. Tracie waved at them all. "See you tomorrow, Tracie. Good bye!", Marge said. "Good bye, Mom!". And she hugged her, as she opened the passenger-side door with her strong hands, and grabbed her luggage out of the boot. Once it was on the concrete pathway, she closed the boot. By 8:00 PM, fifteen minutes' later, she headed towards the white porch. Then she saw the front door was open...and she went inside.

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Chandra spoke. "Thank you all for coming. As you know Hart House has a bad reputation for crimes...and death; you should know that the killer who was here was arrested before ​​he could do anything. Now, let's settle down for the sleepover of a lifetime". And Tracie nodded, as the teenagers decided to search the house.

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The killer was armed with a hammer. He knew what happened to the last killer at Hart House. He vowed never to make that kind of mistake; he vowed not to have the Lawrence Kansas Police Department coming to the front door while the girls were having their sleepover. He checked his watch that was on his left hand. It read: 8:07 PM. He was twenty-three minutes' early from going into the house. He had short, black hair, bright, blue eyes, and was an average height. He wore a red shirt, black jeans, a black belt, red socks, and black, dirty shoes on her feet. He was six feet tall. Suddenly he saw several police men eating hamburgers, and drinking coffee. The bright lamp lights glowed in the darkened, black road; the shivering glass windows of Hart House loomed ominously like a nightmare that came from the cemetery nearby. The killer sensed a portent on doom as he moved forward. The police officers were too busy eating their late dinner to care about him. He breathed inward. Then he made his move just as the idea of murder took its eventual toll.

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Tracie stared out of the windows.

She saw the killer smashing the glass with his hammer. "​Someone's getting inside Hart House​", she yelled. And she grabbed a vase that was in the dim hallway, and hit the killer across the head with it. He fell through the sharp glass, and was unconscious from the savage blow. She grabbed her I-phone...and dialled 9-1-1. Then the girls waited for the police to arrive.

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Lawrence, Kansas police officers Earl Ives, Jr., thirty, and his partner Karl J. Baxter II, thirty-two, who were working in the city protecting the citizens from bank robbers, murderers, and other criminals, stopped eating. "​There's a report of glass breaking at Hart House...and a killer on the run. Can you take the call? Over!​". They nodded. "​We'll be there in three minutes' time. Over!​", Officer Earl Ives, Jr., said. He gazed at the food and coffee. "Let's dump the trash and drinks in the silver coloured trash bin. Then head to Hart House. I hear that it's haunted", Officer Karl Baxter II, answered. When they were finished, they headed towards the house to arrest a killer.

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