Harper's Island 2 , Episode 6!

[Amanda.]

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Click Here (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harpers_Island)
For the explanation, since I'm a lazy *****, not willing to explain.
So I'm bored. And I've just finished watching Harper's Island so I'm gonna write this =)

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[Harry!]

oooh sounds interesting!

[Amanda.]

Oh and on the leaderboard, some of the people might be a little blurry because photoshop was being a slut >:O

[Amanda.]

While I write the first episode, I'll slowly post about each suspect and you can judge them etc. =)


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AMANDA MATHIS
"THE LONER"

AGE
32

WEDDING SIDE
Bride

PORTRAYED BY
Malin Akerman

BIOGRAPHY
Despite being attractive and very flirtatious, Amanda has never had a boyfriend. Growing up, she was always jealous of her younger sister, Julie, which prevented the two from becoming close. As a result, Amanda was not even asked to be included in her own sister's bridal party, which deeply upset Amanda. Though her feelings are hurt, Amanda has no problem with using her sister's wedding as a means to hook up with any men she can find.

[Shaun]

Milo Ventimiglia, Jesse Metcalfe, Andrew from DH, the boy from Little Miss Sunshine...interesting cast :p

[Amanda.]

Milo Ventimiglia, Jesse Metcalfe, Andrew from DH, the boy from Little Miss Sunshine...interesting cast :p

Thank You :hugesmile:

[DrunkerThanMoses]

:0 Amanda seems to suspicious to be the killer, im ruleing he rout all ready.

Julie the sister is my top suspect! I suspect shes the bitch!

[Ross]

Fxcking love Harper's Island! This will be fun!

[Amanda.]

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ANDREA NORTHCOTT
"THE BRAT"

AGE
24

WEDDING SIDE
Bride

PORTRAYED BY
Shantel VanSanten

BIOGRAPHY
Growing up, Andrea was always close with her cousin, Julie, so it was no surprise that she was asked to be a bridesmaid. After Andrea's mother was killed in a skiing accident, her father was quickly remarried to Laurie, a wealthy country singer, and as a result of this newfound wealth, Andrea became pampered and spoiled. Since then, Andrea has become almost obsessed with money and is willing to do almost anything she can to get her hands on more.

[Amanda.]

Fxcking love Harper's Island! This will be fun!


I hope so <3

[DrunkerThanMoses]

:0 we have our bitch!

[Amanda.]

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ANDREW McCAFFREY
"THE BEST MAN"

AGE
31

WEDDING SIDE
Groom

PORTRAYED BY
Milo Ventimiglia

BIOGRAPHY
One of the locals of Harper's Island, Andrew became best friends with Graham when the two were growing up, and was chosen to be his best man at the wedding. Though he's thrilled that Graham chose the island as the place to have his wedding, Andrew can't help but feel opposed to it, as he doesn't approve of the Mathis family

[Amanda.]

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BRIANNA "BRI" BINGHAM
"THE FLOWER GIRL"

AGE
13

WEDDING SIDE
Groom

PORTRAYED BY
AnnaSophia Robb

BIOGRAPHY
Bri is Graham's niece and was chosen to be the flower girl at the wedding. Growing up in a home where her mother was abused and her father was often in jail, Bri dealt with her emotional struggles by turning to witchcraft and has since taken an interest in the Wicca religion, despite much protest from her parents. Bri also claims she has the ability to predict the future and continuously warns her family that this wedding will end in disaster.

[Amanda.]

:0 we have our bitch!


No, just a money grabbing *****.

I'm surprised no one thinks Yulissa who's "THE DIVA" is going to be the bitch :O

[Beastie]

Is Brianna Dakota Fanning? I never saw the first Harper's Island!

[Amanda.]

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BRONSON DEELEY
"THE FATHER OF THE GROOM"

AGE
63

WEDDING SIDE
Groom

PORTRAYED BY
David Canary

BIOGRAPHY
Shortly after Graham was born, Bronson's wife died of breast cancer, forcing him to raise his two children by himself. Being a single father took quite a toll on Bronson, and in his old age he now suffers from a slight case of dementia. While he often has trouble remembering things and can sometimes lash out at the people around him, Bronson can't be happier about his son's wedding.

[Tom4784]

Oooh sounds intriguing, I'll be keeping on eye on this sicne I loved Harper's Island.

[Amanda.]

Is Brianna Dakota Fanning? I never saw the first Harper's Island!


AnnaSophia Robb

Also Brianna = Madison 2.0 :shocked:

[Amanda.]

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CALEB SPENCE
"THE BRAIN"

AGE
30

WEDDING SIDE
Groom

PORTRAYED BY
Dave Annable

BIOGRAPHY
In Graham's group of college friends, Caleb was labeled the "smart one". Despite his perfect GPA and countless honors, he always had a wild sense of humor, and through Graham he met and fell in love with Julie's friend, Stacy. Caleb often combines his intelligence and his sense of humor to create outlandish projects and experiments, and plans to unleash a few surprises on the wedding guests.

[Amanda.]

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DALE MOONEY
"THE OUTCAST"

AGE
25

WEDDING SIDE
Groom

PORTRAYED BY
Jim Verraros

BIOGRAPHY
Dale is Ryan's younger boyfriend and was a little hesitant about attending the week-long destination wedding, as he doesn't know any of the guests and he often feels very uncomfortable in large group settings in which he feels left out. However, Dale's love for Ryan was enough reason for him to go, and he plans to use the romantic vibes of the week to ask Ryan to marry him.

[Amanda.]

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DIDI PHELPS
"THE WEDDING PLANNER"

AGE
44

WEDDING SIDE
Groom

PORTRAYED BY
Audra McDonald

BIOGRAPHY
Didi is the new owner of the Candlewick Inn and was the Deeleys' friend and neighbor while they lived on Harper's Island, so it was no question that she would serve as the planner for the Deeley-Mathis wedding. Didi is very spiritual and is well informed on what happened on the island ten years ago. She feels the island is haunted by the spirits of those who were killed, and wonders if these spirits will be welcoming to the wedding party or not.

[Amanda.]

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FRANKLIN BINGHAM
"THE CONVICT"

AGE
42

WEDDING SIDE
Groom

PORTRAYED BY
David Boreanaz

BIOGRAPHY
Franklin is the husband of Rachael and is strongly disliked by the rest of the Deeley family, as he has been abusive towards her for years and has been charged with domestic violence on several occasions, along with serving jail time for other various crimes. In spite of his poor criminal record, Franklin claims to love his family and is happy to attend the wedding, despite numerous objections from Graham.

[Amanda.]

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GAIL MATHIS
"THE MOTHER OF THE BRIDE"

AGE
58

WEDDING SIDE
Bride

PORTRAYED BY
Mary Steenburgen

BIOGRAPHY
Gail is the wealthy owner of a successful lingerie company and, as a result, is a very materialistic woman. Although she never married and has raised three daughters on her own, she has spoiled her children rotten. Because of this, she's pulled out all the stops and promised to give her daughter Julie the elaborate wedding she had always dreamed of, though she admittedly is not very happy about Julie's more financially deprived fiance.

[GypsyGoth]

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This looks good.

[DrunkerThanMoses]

I think the flower girl is the killer!

[Amanda.]

Thank you Claudia.

And Jon, okay :laugh2:

Anyway I've finished the first episode and will post it shortly after posting all the bios today. I'll make like 3 bios per post so the first episode should be up by the end of the day. =)

[Amanda.]

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GRAHAM DEELEY
"THE GROOM"

AGE
30

WEDDING SIDE
Groom

PORTRAYED BY
Jesse Metcalfe

BIOGRAPHY
Graham grew up on Harper's Island and, despite the dozens of murders that have taken place in the past couple decades, he wants nothing more than to marry the woman of his dreams on the beautiful island where he grew up. Because he is currently unemployed and not very financially well off, he has not gotten a very positive response from Julie's family, but he wants nothing to stand in his way of marrying the love of his life.





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HALEY MATHIS
"THE MAID OF HONOR"

AGE
27

WEDDING SIDE
Bride

PORTRAYED BY
Missy Peregrym

BIOGRAPHY
Haley was always a tomboy growing up and was not as materialistic as the rest of her family, and thus was ignored by her mother as a child. However, she always had a very close bond with her older sister, Julie, and therefore was selected as her maid of honor. Living on her own in New York, a couple thousand miles away from Seattle, this is Haley's first time seeing her family in 9 years, and she's still feeling bitter about being treated as the black sheep of the family for so long.









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JETHRO WALTON
"THE PROFESSOR"

AGE
50

WEDDING SIDE
Bride

PORTRAYED BY
Christian Clemenson

BIOGRAPHY
During her college years, Julie always saw Jethro as her favorite biology professor. Being 50 years old and never married, Jethro had developed a secret infatuation with Julie while he had her as a student and gave her above-average grades because of it. He was thrilled when he was asked to attend her wedding, although he worries that his feelings for her may resurface once he arrives.

[Amanda.]

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JOSH WEEKS
"THE INTROVERT"

AGE
23

WEDDING SIDE
Bride

PORTRAYED BY
Paul Dano

BIOGRAPHY
Josh is a very quiet, shy individual, so people often don't believe it when they hear he is dating the sociable, outgoing, and wealthy Haley Mathis. He has never met the rest of the Mathis family but has heard countless stories from his girlfriend Haley, and as a result has formed rather negative opinions about them. Beneath his introverted exterior he has been known to hide a raging temper, and he hopes to keep that under control at the wedding of his girlfriend's sister.







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JULIE MATHIS
"THE BRIDE"

AGE
30

WEDDING SIDE
Bride

PORTRAYED BY
Claire Danes

BIOGRAPHY
Growing up, Julie was always the most spoiled of the three Mathis sisters and was essentially Gail's "favorite". Julie has never been to Harper's Island but has heard the stories of what has gone on there. She firmly believes that the killings are in the past, however, and she wants nothing more than to fulfill Graham's wish of having the wedding on his home island. Julie has not been very well-received by the Deeley family due to her wealth and "brattiness", but nothing will stop her from marrying the man of her dreams.







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LAURIE NORTHCOTT
"THE SINGER"

AGE
48

WEDDING SIDE
Bride

PORTRAYED BY
Kassie DePaiva

BIOGRAPHY
Over the years, country singer Laurie Northcott has become a local celebrity and plans to someday climb the ranks and achieve national stardom. For several years she had been having an affair with Gail's brother, Matthew, and as soon as his wife died, she took her place. She has since become very close with her stepdaughter, Andrea - who had been completely unaware of the affair - although she is strongly disliked by the rest of the Mathis family.

[Amanda.]

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LUKE BINGHAM
"THE REBEL"

AGE
18

WEDDING SIDE
Groom

PORTRAYED BY
Shawn Pyfrom

BIOGRAPHY
Luke is the older child of Rachael and Franklin, and, like his sister Bri, he became emotionally scarred during his childhood. He dealt with his sorrows in a different way, by experimenting with drugs, alcohol, and sex. For years, he has hated his family and is dreading the wedding of his uncle, but was forced by his mother to attend. However, he doesn't plan to go unnoticed during this wedding and has a few tricks up his sleeve to make the lives of his family a living hell.








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MARIA DOMINGUEZ
"THE VIXEN"

AGE
29

WEDDING SIDE
Bride

PORTRAYED BY
Michelle Rodriguez

BIOGRAPHY
Maria was one of Julie's closest friends during college, though she never really fit in with Julie's close-knit group of rich friends. She is known to her friends as the "spicy Latina", as she has a very sharp tongue and short fuse, but she is also extremely attractive and practically irresistable to any man that lays eyes on her. She plans to use this to her advantage during the wedding, as she has been longing for a man in her life.







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MICHAEL "MIKEY" McCAFFERY
"THE SIDEKICK"

AGE
22

WEDDING SIDE
Groom

PORTRAYED BY
Penn Badgley

BIOGRAPHY
As Andrew's younger brother, Mikey has always had to live in his brother's shadow. As a child on Harper's Island, he would often tag along with his brother and Graham, but grew tired of constantly being viewed as the sidekick to the two best friends. Mikey feels as though he was only asked to be a groomsman as a formality, and that Graham really doesn't care much about him.

[Amanda.]

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RACHAEL BINGHAM
"THE HOUSEWIFE"

AGE
39

WEDDING SIDE
Groom

PORTRAYED BY
Heather Graham

BIOGRAPHY
Graham's sister Rachael has had a tough life. She has been married to her husband Franklin for 20 years; although he constantly abuses her, she has stayed married to him out of fear of falling apart financially and out of fear that it would tear her family apart, but she admits that she feels trapped. Rachael is one of the many that is not overly enthused about the wedding.







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RODOLFO DiLORENZO
"THE DOCTOR"

AGE
43

WEDDING SIDE
Bride

PORTRAYED BY
Michael Imperioli

BIOGRAPHY
Dr. Rodolfo DiLorenzo has served as the doctor for the Mathis family ever since Gail gave birth to her first child, Amanda. Although he's married with children, he has been having a secret affair with Gail Mathis for the past two years, unbeknownst to her children, and she insisted that he be invited to the wedding. He is still employed as a doctor, but he recently has been accused of having connections with the mafia.








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RYAN MacPHERSON
"THE ROOMMATE"

AGE
30

WEDDING SIDE
Groom

PORTRAYED BY
Jensen Ackles

BIOGRAPHY
Ryan was Graham's roommate for all four years of college and ultimately became his closest friend at school, and he is now one of Graham's groomsmen. Ryan is gay and is dating Dale, and he is a hopeless romantic who hopes to take advantage of this wedding getaway. He has done lots of research on the history of Harper's Island, but unlike many guests who feel uneasy, Ryan is quite fascinated by the island's past and looks forward to spending time there.

[Amanda.]

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SHEA ALLEN
"THE SURVIVOR"

AGE
44

WEDDING SIDE
Bride

PORTRAYED BY
Gina Holden

BIOGRAPHY
Ten years after surviving the terrible Harper's Island murders, Shea is going back to the island due to her close friendship with the Mathis family, though she is very hesitant about returning and insisted her daughter Madison stay at home. Since losing nearly her entire family on the island, Shea has been suffering from depression and even a mild case of insanity, but she felt it was a good idea to go back, pay her respects to those who were killed, and enjoy the happiness of the occasion.







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STACY STONE
"THE PRANKSTER"

AGE
31

WEDDING SIDE
Bride

PORTRAYED BY
Rashida Jones

BIOGRAPHY
All her life, Stacy has loved pulling practical jokes on people. She became friends with Julie in college but was never the most popular person in her circle of friends due to her childish behavior. Julie and Graham introduced her to Caleb, whom she is now dating, and she's come up with plenty of ideas for pranks to pull on the wedding guests throughout the week.









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VANCE WHITE
"THE GODFATHER"

AGE
49

WEDDING SIDE
Groom

PORTRAYED BY
Isaiah Washington

BIOGRAPHY
Vance is a local of Harper's Island and was the Deeleys' neighbor for several years. Bronson chose him as Graham's godfather when he was born, which was an honor to Vance, who became like a second father to Graham. He is extremely happy for Graham but knows very well the history of Harper's Island, and feels slightly unnerved by the fact that another extravagant wedding is being held there.






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YULISSA WHITE
"THE DIVA"

AGE
30

WEDDING SIDE
Bride

PORTRAYED BY
Rosario Dawson

BIOGRAPHY
Yulissa is Vance's daughter and would often hang out with Graham and Andrew when they were growing up. She was also a close friend of Henry Dunn, who ended up becoming one of the notorious Harper's Island killers. After graduating high school, she moved away and became close friends with Julie, and it was ultimately Yulissa who introduced the two. Having a very big personality and a diva-like attitude, she often likes to brag that this whole wedding is taking place because of her

[Amanda.]

After reading all of the suspects biographies feel free to fill out this optional questionnaire:

1. Who is/are the killer(s) ?:
2. Who will die in Episode 1? :
3. Who will excape Harper's Island (if anyone)? :

[GypsyGoth]

1. Who is/are the killer(s) ?:
Josh Weeks is like soo a killer, or some type of creep.



2. Who will die in Episode 1? :
Shea Allen, killed for the shock factor, like Drew Barrymore in Scream.


3. Who will excape Harper's Island (if anyone)? :
Haley Mathis, because I like her :blush:

[DrunkerThanMoses]

1. Who is/are the killer(s) ?: Flower Girl
2. Who will die in Episode 1? :JETHRO WALTON
3. Who will excape Harper's Island (if anyone)? : They will all die!

[Amanda.]

1. Who is/are the killer(s) ?: Flower Girl
2. Who will die in Episode 1? :JETHRO WALTON
3. Who will excape Harper's Island (if anyone)? : They will all die!

You're so positive.


First Episode has just been proofread and is bieng posted. =) xox

[Amanda.]

HARPER'S ISLAND 2:
EPISODE 01: "HACK"
Note: The following contains graphic content. Viewer discretion is advised.


The skies could not have been bluer, the sun could not have been brighter, and the day could not have been clearer on the beautiful Friday afternoon in the Seattle harbor. A two-story yacht was pulled up at the dock, roses and wreaths decorating its exterior, creating a beautiful effect in the sunlight.

Over a dozen people were on board, chatting, laughing, and enjoying themselves. It was clearly a special occasion, and quite an elaborate one at that. A young, pretty blond woman stood at the balcony of the second floor, holding a glass of champagne and gazing out at the wide blue ocean in front of her. In a matter of minutes, this boat would set sail to Harper's Island. 'The next time I come back to the mainland, I'll be a married woman!' she thought excitedly to herself as a smirk spread across her face and she took a sip of the bubbly liquid.

Julie Mathis came from a very wealthy family; she wouldn't be standing on this fabulous yacht right now if she didn't. Growing up, she had always been rather spoiled by her mother, and right now was no exception: this wedding event was being paid almost entirely by Gail Mathis alone. Though even as a 30-year-old woman she shamefully relied quite a bit financially on her mother, Julie couldn't help but feel grateful for being able to have the wedding she had always dreamed of.

As Julie stared thoughtfully out at the water, Gail sat on a chair on the first floor deck, looking up at her daughter and sipping her own glass of champagne. As much as she felt happy for Julie to finally be getting married, Gail admittedly was not overly enthused about the upcoming wedding. Julie's fiance, Graham Deeley, was not nearly as wealthy as Gail had imagined Julie's future husband to be, and that rather upset her. Money was everything to Gail; one could tell by just looking at the extravagant sparkling red dress she was wearing, accompanied with the endless amount of jewelry that beamed in the sunlight.

Back on the second floor deck, the handsome Graham sneaked up behind his fiance and quickly wrapped his arms around her waist, which startled her and caused her to spill a bit of her champagne. She whirled around and laughed, playfully punching Graham in the shoulder.

"Don't scare me like that!" she giggled, and Graham smiled and leaned in to smooch her on the neck, unaware that his future mother-in-law was below, eying him like a hawk.



A tall, dark-haired woman stood on the road, staring at the marina in front of her, clutching the handle of her large suitcase. A chill went down her spine; she kept having flashbacks of ten years ago. It all started this exact same way: a seemingly perfect day in Seattle, everyone excited and ready for a destination wedding on Harper's Island, blissfully unaware of the dangers that were lurking ahead. Shea Allen had lost so many loved ones during that cursed week: her sister, Trish; her husband, Richard; her father, Thomas; even her stepmother, Katherine. But that was ten years ago. History couldn't possibly repeat itself. It was all in the past.

As she convinced herself one last time that things would be fine, Shea took a deep breath and began walking to the yacht.

"Shea! I'm so glad you could make it!" Gail called out after spotting her good friend Shea. The older woman set her champagne down on the glass table and stood up, approaching Shea and embracing her in a hug.

"It's good to see you, Gail," Shea said quietly, faking a smile.

"How is Madison doing?" asked Gail after pulling away from the hug.

"Oh, she's doing great. Just started her first year at college," replied Shea.

As the two women continued their chat, maid of honor Haley Mathis sat at a nearby table, joined by her quiet boyfriend, Josh, and Graham's 18-year-old nephew, Luke. As Haley rapidly pressed the keys on her phone, texting a friend, Luke and Josh watched Gail and Shea.

"Dude, I would so bang her," said Luke with a grin, staring at Shea.

Haley immediately looked up from her phone with a disgusted look on her face. "Ew! I hope you know that Shea's old enough to be your mom," she snapped.

"Who cares? She's not," laughed Luke.

Josh did nothing but chuckle and shake his head at Luke's comment. Haley glared at her boyfriend. "Don't encourage him, Joshy," she quipped before her eyes once again became transfixed on the screen of her phone.

Suddenly, a young blond girl dressed entirely in black walked up to the table. Her arms were crossed and she had almost a scowl on her face.

"What do you want, Bri?" said Luke, his eyes still glued on Shea's backside.

"Mom wants to talk to you," the girl replied in a monotonous voice.

Luke scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Tell her to go **** herself."

Bri noticed her older brother staring at something. She followed his line of vision, then looked back to him. "Are you thinking about banging her?"

"Duh. She's ****ing hot. Now go away, kid. I'm busy." The smile returned to Luke's face as Josh once again made a chuckling sound, which was met with a punch in the arm from Haley, as her other hand continued to text.

"Fine. But don't blame me when Mom acts all bitchy to you later," Bri said before walking away.



On the upper level of the yacht, a three-person band consisting of a violinist, a guitarist, and a pianist began to play a tune as a woman stepped up to a microphone stand perched on the wooden floor of the deck. Everyone seated around her began to cheer, the loudest coming from an attractive redhead.

"You go, Mom!" shouted Andrea Northcott as she let out another loud cheer for her famous stepmother, local celebrity Laurie Northcott, who began to sing.

"She loved him like he was
The last man on Earth
Gave him everything she ever had"

As the beautiful country star sang the words, Julie and Graham giggled and danced on the deck in front of her, and she smiled as she watched them and continued to sing. Sitting at a nearby table, Andrea leaned in towards Maria Dominguez, a fellow bridesmaid.

"They are such a cute couple!" said Andrea, to which Maria smiled and nodded.

Sitting at a nearby table was the oldest wedding guest, Graham's 63-year-old father, Bronson Deeley. After his wife passed away about 30 years ago, he was forced to raise his two children on his own, and it had taken quite a mental strain on the man. He currently sat at the table, staring into space, not even paying much attention to his son dancing to the music with his future bride. The years had chipped away at his sanity, especially with all the emotional strife that his daughter, Rachael, was having to deal with.

"Bronson! It's so good to see you again!" came a voice from behind him, causing him to jump and whirl around. Gail Mathis towered over him, holding her champagne, her jewelry glistening in the sun, a wide smile across her face.

"Ah. Hello Gail," stuttered Bronson, clearing his throat. Gail pulled a chair up and sat down beside him, looking at the young couple swaying back and forth on the dance floor.

"You must be so proud of your boy," she said sweetly. "They make such a fantastic couple."

Bronson was too dazed to notice the obvious fake tone of Gail's voice. He simply mumbled something and nodded; Gail eyed him suspiciously before returning her gaze to her daughter and future son-in-law.

"And I'm sure Graham must be a happy man, marrying into such a fantastic fortune..." said Gail, but she was interrupted by Bronson, who suddenly snapped back to reality and furiously slammed his fist on the table, causing everyone around him, including the band, to stop what they were doing and focus their attention on the scene.

"What is it with you and money, you greedy little wench?!" yelled Bronson, who suddenly stood up and stormed away, leaving Gail to sit by herself. She showed no reaction to what had just happened; she simply smiled, chuckled a bit, and took a sip of her champagne.

"Well, what are you all waiting for? Continue with the music, please!"



"I just don't want him starting up trouble, Frank. This is an important week and I don't want him to embarrass us," said Rachael Bingham, standing next to her husband in a small cabin in the yacht, her arms crossed, a distressed look on her face.

Rachael's muscular husband Franklin moved in closer to her and placed his arms on her shoulders. "Don't worry about Luke, baby. He knows what the consequences are if he starts acting up."

The door of the cabin suddenly slid open, and Rachael and Franklin's daughter Bri stood at the threshold. "Luke said to go **** yourself." Without waiting for a response, Bri slid the door shut again. Rachael sighed, rolled her eyes, and glared at her husband.

"See what I mean?" she groaned.

"Relax, Rach. Everything will be fine. This is your brother's wedding. Enjoy it," said Franklin smoothly. He leaned forward and began to passionately kiss his wife. Franklin began to take the jacket of his business suit off, and he reached over to turn the light switch off as the couple pushed themselves against a wall.



A tall blond woman stood at the bow of the yacht, which finally began to set sail to its destination of Harper's Island. Amanda Mathis was actually dreading the wedding of her younger sister. Julie had always stolen the spotlight from her, stolen the attention of their mother Gail, and, worst of all, was always able to get whatever men she wanted. Amanda was 32 years old and still single, having never had a boyfriend of her own. She hated weddings. Always the bridesmaid, never the bride. But in this case, she wasn't even a bridesmaid. At her own sister's wedding.

Amanda sighed heavily as she folded her arms across her chest, gazing absently at the horizon. She didn't even notice the hairy, rubber spider that had suddenly perched itself on her bare shoulder. It wasn't until it began to move that she let out a scream and threw it off herself. The loud scream was immediately followed by the sounds of two voices laughing hysterically. Standing directly behind Amanda was Stacy Stone and her boyfriend Caleb Spence.

"Works every time! I love it!" bellowed Caleb, holding his stomach and roaring with laughter.

"Are you guys ****ing kidding me?!" Amanda yelled furiously, and she stormed off, away from the laughing couple. Hatred and bitterness was surging through her body; Julie had selected Stacy Stone, the most immature 31-year-old Amanda had ever known, to be a bridesmaid instead of her own sister.

Stacy watched Amanda stomp away, still laughing. "What's her deal? She needs to lighten up!"

"Don't worry about it, babe, she'll get over it. I'll admit though, she's still my favorite person to prank," he added with a laugh, and he leaned in to hug Stacy and pecked her on the cheek.


The voyage took approximately an hour, but within that short sixty-minute period, the weather eerily shifted from cloudless, bright skies to dreary, foggy dankness. A cold shiver ran down Shea Allen's spine. Part of her wanted to turn back and return home; she was getting terrible vibes about this whole trip. But the Mathis family had become her closest friends since the original Harper's Island murders, and they helped her immensely with the grieving process. She owed this to them.

"Graham! C'mere for the good stuff, buddy!" shouted a tall man standing on the dock, reaching his arms out as the yacht pulled up and Graham disembarked. Graham embraced his best man Andrew McCaffrey in a giant bear hug.

"I've missed you, dude! It's so great to see you again!" said Graham, patting his best friend on the back.

A shorter, younger man stood beside Andrew, his arms crossed, a slight smirk on his face as he watched the two friends hugging. Graham finally pulled away from the hug and walked over to Mikey McCaffrey, Andrew's younger brother, and gave him a hug as well, albeit much shorter than the first.

"I missed you too, Mikey! It's been way too long, seriously," Graham said after pulling away from the hug. Julie suddenly appeared behind Graham with a toothy grin on her face, and Andrew's happy expression almost instantly dissipated the moment he laid eyes on her. This was that rich snob that was marrying his best friend; he had never quite approved of Graham's decision to marry her.

"Hi guys! Good to see you again! Andrew, right? And you're Mikey?" she said as cheerfully as possible. Andrew nodded quickly, then returned his attention to Graham.

"Well, come on, bud. The trolleys are all here to take everyone to the Candlewick! Didi's been dying to see you." And Graham, Andrew, Mikey, and Julie all made their way off the docks, followed by all the other wedding guests.

The trolleys transported all the guests and their luggage to the middle of the island, where a massive, mansion-like hotel loomed amongst the trees and the mountains. It was a truly beautiful sight, but somewhat foreboding at the same time due to the dark clouds above and the unusual amount of fog.

Shea Allen shuddered again at the sight of the hotel, the place where it all began for her ten years ago. Bri Bingham, who sat in the seat right behind her on the trolley, leaned forward and whispered something into Shea's ear.

"You probably shouldn't have come here. I'd go back home if I were you."



Didi Phelps had taken over management duties of the Candlewick Inn after the death of the previous owner, Maggie Krell. The inn had been shut down for five years following the Harper's Island murders, but Didi had reopened its doors. She was a very spiritual woman and believed very much in ghosts; she had no doubts that the Candlewick itself was often vacated by the spirits of those who had died ten years ago. As she gave the wedding guests a brief tour of the inn, she would casually bring up the names of some of the spirits that occupied the rooms.

"This is where Cal Vandeusen and Chloe Carter can sometimes be seen dancing together," she said nonchalantly when showing the guests the extravagant ballroom. Hearing those two names brought back terrible memories for Shea, and she loudly cleared her throat to get Didi's attention.

"Excuse me, but can you please not mention any of their names? Please?" snapped Shea, and Didi, looking slightly offended, simply nodded and continued the tour.

The guests were eventually shown to their rooms. Julie and Graham received the key to the honeymoon suite, and Julie immediately ran and threw herself onto the king-sized bed topped with golden, silk sheets.

"This is total paradise, babe. I am so excited for this week!" she said. Graham plopped himself down next to his fiance and leaned in towards her.

"I can't wait to call you my wife." He grinned and kissed her on the lips. The couple broke away from the kiss and stared longingly at the ceiling for a few seconds before Julie spoke up again.

"Graham, do your friends hate me?" she asked suddenly.

"What? Who do you mean? Andrew and Mikey?" Graham asked, to which Julie nodded. "No, of course not! What makes you think that?"

"They were really standoffish to me when we got here. I just got the vibe that... I dunno. That they don't want me here."

Graham rolled over to face his fiance and kissed her again. "Don't be stupid, Jules. They couldn't be happier about this wedding. Trust me. Hey, listen. I love you. My friends love you. Everyone loves you, Jules. I don't want you thinking otherwise, okay?"

They began kissing again, but this time did not break away as they began to slowly remove their clothes.


Ryan MacPherson was Graham's roommate during all four years of college, and during those four years formed a very close bond with him. Nothing made Ryan happier than to see his roommate getting married, and it made him even happier to be spending the week-long destination wedding with his boyfriend of eight years, Dale Mooney. The two began dating during Ryan and Graham's senior year of college, when Dale was only 17 years old. Graham himself had not really approved of the considerable age difference between the two, but Ryan was in love. There was no question about that.

"Look at this view! God, this room is so nice!" said Dale excitedly, setting his bag down and looking out the window. Ryan walked up behind him and wrapped his arms around Dale's waist.

"This room is even nicer with you in here with me." Ryan kissed Dale on the cheek.

Dale was not very familiar with any of the other guests. He had briefly met Graham during Ryan's last year of college, but otherwise had not been formerly introduced to anyone currently on Harper's Island. But it didn't matter at all to him; all that mattered was that he was here with his man, and he knew this week would be the perfect time to propose and begin making wedding plans of his own. He had dreamed for years of being married to Ryan, and now was as good a time as any for his dream to come true.

After all, weddings were all about love and happiness.



Night fell on Harper's Island, and the younger guests had all agreed to spend their first night at the popular Harper's Island bar, the Cannery. Granted, it was the site of a few of the murders from a decade ago, but the young population of the island helped to bring the place back to life.

It was there that Graham was reunited with another one of his childhood friends from growing up on the island, the beautiful Yulissa White. Yulissa was also a good friend of Julie's, as the two women had attended school together in Washington.

"Oh my god, Graham! You're here!" she shouted when she saw Graham and the other wedding guests walk into the bar, music blasting from the jukebox. Graham approached the bar and Yulissa leaned over it, wrapping her arms around Graham and giving him a hug. "It's been way too long, Grahammy! Drinks on the house for you and all your guests!"

Caleb let out a whoop and pumped his fist when he heard this, as Stacy giggled and patted him on the stomach. The wedding guests dispersed and went to sit down at various tables, as Graham and Julie sat down on two bar stools.

"So how have you guys been? You here to give me some more credit for hooking you two up?" said Yulissa with a smile and a wink. "You guys know this wedding wouldn't be happening without me."

"Yeah, yeah, flatter yourself a little bit more, Yulie," joked Julie as Yulissa handed the couple each a large drink.

"So how's Andrew been? Still in a slump?" said Yulissa in a quieter voice, her eyes wandering over to Andrew, who sat silently at a small table with his brother Mikey. Graham looked over his shoulder at his best friend, then turned back to face Yulissa.

"I think he's still kinda edgy about the whole wedding. Maybe it's a jealousy thing?"

"I know why. He doesn't like me. He's made that pretty obvious," said Julie. Graham shot her a look.

"Jules, I told you, he likes you. I don't see why you think he doesn't."

Over at the small table, Mikey stared at his older brother, who stared absently at the floor. "Dude. What's wrong?" His brother's comment made Andrew snap out of his hypnosis.

"What? Oh, nothing. Just tired, I guess."

"Look, Andrew, I know what your deal is. You don't want Graham to marry Julie. I get it. You just gotta get past it, man. He loves her, why won't you just let it go and be happy for him?"

"I'm just worried about him. The Mathises... I dunno. I just don't trust them, man. They're a shady family," said Andrew with a sigh.

"How do you know? You barely even know them," replied Mikey. In response to this, Andrew reached into the pocket of his black hoodie and pulled out a folded up piece of paper. He began to unfold it and set it down on the table for his brother to see.

"Yeah, but I found this online the other day. About Julie's mom."

It was a newspaper article from the Seattle Times, with the headline reading, in large bold letters, "Intimate Apparel Designer Charged with Embezzlement." Beneath the headline was a dated, black-and-white photo of Gail Mathis. Mikey scrunched up his face when he looked at the date.

"This article is from twenty years ago...." he began, but Andrew quickly cut him off.

"That's not the point. She stole over a million dollars from the company she worked for. Then she probably bribed the media to not mention it, because this is the only information about it I could find."

Mikey raised an eyebrow and looked up at his brother. "Dude... don't you think you're taking this a little too far?"

Andrew exhaled deeply and shook his head. "I'm worried about Graham. That's all."


Gail sat alone in her large bedroom, laying on her bed in a red, silky nightgown and reading a book, when suddenly a knock came at her door. When she opened it, a tall man of Italian descent stood leaning against the threshold, grinning at her.

"Hey there, hot stuff. Lookin' good in that nightie."

Gail blushed and smiled. "Oh, doctor..."

Dr. Rodolfo DiLorenzo entered the room, wrapping his arms around the woman's waist, and began kissing her neck. He was a married man, his wife and three kids left back home in Seattle, and had been having a secret affair with Gail Mathis, a long-time patient of his, for the last two years.

As the two of them began to make out, a short, plump, balding man walked into the room next door: the honeymoon suite. Apparently the couple had forgotten to lock the door before going out to enjoy the night scene, allowing Professor Jethro Walton to enter.

Professor Walton had always been Julie's favorite teacher all throughout college, and ultimately chose to invite him to the wedding; little did she know, however, that Jethro had had a hidden infatuation with Julie ever since she first step foot into his classroom. He walked over to the king-size bed and noticed Julie's suitcase laying wide open on the mattress. His heart began to beat heavily when he saw a pair of silk underwear lying at the top of the pile. Jethro picked up the garment and shoved it up to his nostrils, inhaling deeply and savoring the beautiful aroma of Julie Mathis.

A plaid, collared shirt suddenly caught Jethro's eyes, and he turned his gaze to a nearby chair, on top of which Graham's clothes had been thrown. Jethro suddenly felt a hole in his stomach; as much as he enjoyed being at this wedding with Julie, he loathed the idea that she was getting married. Having been a single man all his life, Professor Walton longed for a woman in his life.

And he wanted no one but Julie Mathis.


The moon was full and bright in the sky, though it was masked slightly by a few wispy gray clouds. Rachael Bingham sat out on the balcony of her bedroom, sipping a glass of champagne and looking out at the scenery. Tears were welling up in her eyes, and a single drop trickled down her cheek.

Rachael never had an easy life, at least not for the past 20 years. Franklin was, at times, a wonderful husband indeed, but he was also quite abusive towards her. She could no longer keep track of the number of times he had attacked her both physically and verbally. Most of the time it was fueled by alcohol, but then there were times when he would just lash out at her. Coupled with the fact that both her children were very rambunctious and rebellious, it took a heavy emotional toll on Rachael.

A gentle knock was heard on the sliding glass door leading out to the balcony. Rachael frantically wiped her tears away and whirled around to see Shea Allen standing in the doorway.

"Mind if I join you?" asked Shea.

"Oh! No problem at all, have a seat," replied Rachael as cheerily as she could, trying her hardest to hide the fact she had just been crying. Shea sat down on the chair next to Rachael and joined her in looking out at the trees.

"It feels like just yesterday that I was here for my sister's wedding," Shea said thoughtfully after several seconds of silence between the two women.

"It must be so hard for you to be back here after all that tragedy," said Rachael.

Shea nodded. "It is. It's so hard. But it's also a good way for me to pay my respects. Not just to my family, but to everyone else who died here."

Several more silent seconds passed before Shea once again broke it.

"Your daughter said something to me earlier today. She warned me... she said I shouldn't have come here, and that I should go back home. I wanted to ask you about that."

Rachael suddenly looked over at Shea, her eyes wide. "She... she said that?" Rachael sighed and pressed her hand to her forehead. "Bri claims she can see the future. I don't buy a word of it. She's gotten really into witchcraft or Wicca or whatever it's called these days... it's gotten me really concerned. I don't believe in any of that stuff though, so I would take what she says with a grain of salt."

"My daughter Madison had similar... premonitions, I guess you could call them. Ten years ago, on this island," Shea said quietly, her voice quivering slightly out of fear. "I'm worried, Rachael. I'm worried that history might repeat itself."


3 A.M. approached, and darkness and silence quickly began to engulf the island. The wedding guests left the Cannery, several of them stumbling drunkenly after their eventful outing. Caleb and Stacy, arguably the drunkest out of everyone, broke apart from the group and wandered off alone into the woods. Caleb couldn't stop laughing, and Stacy was starting to become very curious about what could possibly have been so funny.

"Come on, come on, tell me!" she slurred after the two of them stopped in a small clearing in the dark woods. "This better be good, Caleb, 'cause this forest is creepin' me out!"

"Shh, shh, listen. I just thought of the perfect prank to pull on these people. You know how so many of them are all freaked out by the murders that happened here. So let's pretend that we're getting murdered! It'll be so funny! They'll all bug out!" Caleb said, still laughing uncontrollably.

Stacy burst into laughter herself. "Oh my god, Caleb, you are so evil, but I love it!"

The two of them suddenly quieted down and stared each other in the eyes. Caleb leaned in to peck his girlfriend on the lips, then the two of them began to count in unison.

"One... two... three."

Caleb and Stacy both began to scream at the top of their lungs at the same time. "Help! Help us! Somebody help!"

Laughing, Caleb turned around, cupping his hands to his mouth to amplify the sound of his fake cries for help. Meanwhile, Stacy stood behind him, covering her mouth to hide the sounds of laughter escaping her mouth. All the while, she was totally unaware of the rustling in the bushes just behind her.

Caleb's final cries echoed amongst the trees, but he came to a dead stop when he heard the terrifying sound of metal slicing through something, followed immediately by a loud thud. Caleb slowly turned his head around to look over his shoulder, and his stomach lurched when he saw the bloody head of his girlfriend Stacy Stone still rolling on the grass, her headless body still standing upright for a few seconds before it crumpled to the ground as well.

This time a genuine scream of fear echoed through the island, as Caleb stood absolutely still, trying to comprehend what had just happened. His eyes kept darting back and forth between the beheaded corpse and the bloodied head of his girlfriend. Tears immediately filled his eyes, blurring his already impaired vision due to the alcohol surging through his bloodstream.

Caleb was far too distracted with what was on the ground in front of him to notice the shadowy figure slowly approaching him, unable to be distinguished in the darkness of the forest. Caleb did, however, see the brief glistening of metal in the moonlight, a mere fraction of a second before a sharp knife was plunged into his stomach.

The breath immediately escaped him and he gasped, desperately trying to inhale, but finding himself incapable. Someone had done this to him and Stacy. Someone was here to kill them. As he felt the life quickly being sucked out of him, he tried with all his strength to look up at his murderer, but between the alcohol, the tears, and the fact he had just been brutally stabbed, he simply could not make out the killer's identity.

He did, however, hear five distinct words before everything went black.

"This is just the beginning."

[Amanda.]

MUSIC FROM EPISODE 1:
Immediate Music - "Dark Side of Power" [Harper's Island 2 theme]
Matt White - "Best Days" [played during beginning of the yacht scene]
Martina McBride - "A Broken Wing" [sung by Laurie Northcott on the yacht]
Ray Barretto - "Acid" [played as Julie and Graham begin to have sex]
311 - "Hey You" [song playing in the Cannery]


EPISODE 1 QUESTIONNAIRE:

Please fill out this quick survey along with additional comments about the episode:

1. Who is/are the killer(s)?
2. Who will die in Episode 2?
3. Who will survive and escape from Harper's Island (if anyone)?

[GypsyGoth]

It was stunning. I like Gail a lot more than I thought I would.

And Bri whispering in Shea's ear was spooky. Plus very good death scenes.

Will do questionnaire, when I'm more awake.

[Tom4784]

That was very fun and well written Amanda, I'm definately looking foward to more. I'm surprised that those two characters died so quickly as I expected them to be the 'Chloe and Cal' of the story.

1. Who is/are the killer(s)? I'm thinking Josh at the moment.
2. Who will die in Episode 2? Jethro
3. Who will survive and escape from Harper's Island (if anyone)? Bri and her mother I think.

Once again well done Amanda I love it.

[Shaun]

Great writing, Amanda! :)

1) I think possibly...Jethro. :o It can't be Graham surely :p
2) I think Andrew and maybe Rodolfo too.
3) Shea has to! And Bri...maybe Julie too.

[GypsyGoth]

1. Who is/are the killer(s) ?:
Josh Weeks, I'm still suspicious of him but Jethro Walton is well dodgy.

2. Who will die in Episode 2 ?:
Luke.

3. Who will excape Harper's Island (if anyone)? :
Haley Mathis and Bri
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[Rob]

wow, that's really good, you've got talent, have you considered doing this for a career?

[Amanda.]

Thank you everyone =)

[Amanda.]

EPISODE TWO: "Tumble"
*Gail's past comes back to haunt her in several ways.
*Shea visits the graves of her loved ones, and Didi uses her spiritual connections to bring closure to Shea.
*Both Graham and Julie begin to have second thoughts about the wedding based on the concerns of their guests.
*Two more people bite the dust, and the wedding guests are still blissfully unaware of the murders taking place.

[Jords]

This was actually awesome! Well done!

1. Josh.
2. No idea? Maybe Jethro.
3. Shea, I hope so anyway. Maybe Bri...

[Amanda.]

Thank You =D

[Dolphin-and-Whale]

I'm a bit later so I'll do this now. Good IDea Amanda, I'll follow it for sure.

1. Who is/are the killer(s) ?: The Professor
2. Who will die in Episode 1? : Hmm, everyone already knows this so I'll seem stupid. Stacy Stone is my guess.
3. Who will excape Harper's Island (if anyone)? : Hmm, FlowerGirl.

Nice casting aswell. Heather Graham is delicious:)

[Amanda.]

I have the 2nd and 3rd episodes written, but as of right now, I've lost the motivation to write past it much, I'll probably pick it up after Elimination so I have more time to write it.

I'll post the 2nd episode tomorrow and the 3rd next week, then I'll slowly write them.

[GypsyGoth]

No problem Amanda, I've really enjoyed the first episode. Whenever you get to the other episodes is fine with me. This girl is hooked.

[Amanda.]

Proofreading Episode 2. Sorry for the delay. Should be posted shortly.

[GypsyGoth]

:amazed:

[Amanda.]

HARPER'S ISLAND 2:
Episode 2: "Tumble"
Note: The following contains graphic content.



Julie Mathis sat in the main lobby of the Candlewick, where a complementary breakfast was being served. She sat alone at a table; it was still early in the morning, and everyone else must have still been asleep. Didi suddenly entered the room and immediately noticed the blond woman sitting alone.

"Good morning, ma'am," Didi said politely, walking over to Julie and smiling at her.

Julie looked up at Didi and grinned slightly. "You can call me Julie, Didi."

"Of course, Julie. How was your night? You're up early."

Julie sighed. "Yeah... I wasn't able to get much sleep last night. Just thinking about this whole wedding."

Didi suddenly pulled up a chair and sat down beside Julie, looking concerned. "You're not having second thoughts...?"

"Oh, no no," said Julie quickly. "No, I love Graham and I absolutely want to marry him. But our families and friends... well, they all clash. My family's not so crazy about Graham, and his friends don't seem to like me much either."

Didi reached out and placed her hand on Julie's. "Honey, you can't let what other people think get you down. You love Graham, and that's all that matters. As for everyone else... well, pardon my french, but screw 'em! If they really didn't want to see this wedding happen, do you really think they all would've bothered to take time off work and come all the way out here just for you two?"

Julie paused, then nodded. She looked up at Didi and smiled. "You're right, Didi. Thanks."

Didi smiled at Julie, who then leaned in to hug Didi.



Amanda Mathis lay in her bed, staring across the room at her roommate for the week, Maria Dominguez, a million thoughts rushing through her mind. Maria was another woman Julie had chosen as a bridesmaid over her; it made her feel even more resentful of her sister. Why had Amanda been so neglected? Despite being the oldest Mathis daughter, Gail had practically tossed her aside and focused all her attention on Julie as soon as she was born. She hated her family. She didn't even know why she was here.

Maria suddenly shuffled in her bed, then opened her eyes and looked over at Amanda. She grinned. "Good morning."

Amanda grinned back at her, but anger and contempt surged through her bloodstream. 'I need to stick it out,' Amanda thought to herself. She figured that leaving the island would only make things worse between her and her family. Why not endure this week and enjoy it as much as she could?

Plus, there were a lot of attractive guys here. Plenty of opportunities to hook up.

"So you have fun last night?" said Maria in her thick Latina accent, breaking the seemingly endless silence between them.

Amanda said nothing, but simply nodded.

"I noticed that one guy, Andrew I think his name is? The best man? He was really hitting on you, girl," said Maria.

For the first time since she arrived on the island, a genuine smile spread across Amanda's lips, and she lifted her head off her pillow. "Really?" she asked, intrigued.

Maybe things would start to improve after all for Amanda Mathis.




Yulissa White unlocked the large, heavy door of the Cannery and flipped over the "CLOSED" sign so that it read "OPEN" from the outside. She snatched a white rag from a nearby bucket, wrung it out, and began to wipe down the old mahogany bar.

After only a couple minutes, she was startled by a sudden rapping on the door. Setting the rag down, Yulissa walked to the door and yanked it open to find a tall, African American man standing at the threshold, smiling at her. As soon as she saw the man's face she returned the smile.

"Hi Dad," she said in a welcoming tone.

Vance White was a long-time local of Harper's Island. He was around during both sets of murders that plagued the place, but managed to survive with both his life and his sanity intact, while several other locals had not been so lucky. He had his family; he had his daughter. That was all that mattered to him.

It was also Vance White that would be marrying Graham Deeley, his godson, to the lovely Julie Mathis.

"What's up?" asked Yulissa after a few seconds of no response from her father.

"Does something need to be 'up' for a father to come visit his daughter?" he asked, still smiling. "I hardly ever get to see you anymore, Yulie."

"Well, Dad, I've been busy with the bar..."

"I know, I know. I just want to check up and make sure you're okay..."

Yulissa cut him off. "Dad, really? Why wouldn't I be okay? I'm a grown woman."

Vance sighed. "I know, Yulie. Forget I even came here." There was a long pause as Vance frowned. "So, uh... I guess I'll see you tomorrow at the wedding rehearsal then?"

Yulissa nodded, and Vance turned and began to walk away. He loved his daughter more than anything in the world, but more often than not he felt as though that love was unrequited. He began to look over his shoulder, hoping to see his daughter still standing there, feeling guilty about giving him attitude. But before he could even look back, he heard the door slam shut.

Upon returning to the bar to continue her cleaning, Yulissa caught a glimpse of the two framed pictures propped up on one of the shelves behind the bar. She examined the first: it was a photo of herself at the age of about 5 or 6, with her closest childhood friends, Graham Deeley and Andrew McCaffrey, on either side of her. Yulissa smiled, then turned her attention to the picture standing directly beside it. It was another childhood photo of herself, but this time she was accompanied by a different young boy, grinning ear-to-ear. It was the boy that would one day grow up to become the infamous Harper's Island killer. It was her other best friend growing up on the island: Henry Dunn.




Several of the wedding guests took a small day trip to the Harper's Island cemetery, which had once been a rather empty site. But ten years ago, the number of tombstones in the small field almost doubled. A section of the cemetery had been reserved for the gravestones of the 30 or so people that had lost their lives to the savage John Wakefield and Henry Dunn.

Shea Allen was among the guests that had gone to the cemetery. She could not hold back the tears; they poured down her face as she stood among the tombstones bearing the names of her loved ones. This was essentially the prime reason she had decided to come back to the island: she needed to pay respects to her family, her friends, and all the other innocent lives that were lost because of the senseless murders.

It was literally silent as a tomb in the open clearing of the forest. Shea stood in front of the largest tombstone of them all, which was almost pure white in color. It was the grave of her sister, Trish Wellington, the woman who had come here to marry the man of her dreams, only to watch her loved ones die one by one, and then get murdered herself, at the very hands of the man she loved. Shea sobbed uncontrollably; she was eventually brought to her knees and buried her face in her hands, the tears flowing into her palms as she knelt at her sister's grave.

Rachael Bingham came up behind her and sympathetically placed a hand on Shea's shoulder. The two had grown close in just the past couple of days, and Rachael almost saw Shea as the best friend she never had. Various wedding guests started leaving the cemetery, until Rachael and Shea were two of the only ones remaining. Behind the two women stood Rachael's two children, Luke and Bri, both of whom looked bored and uninterested. Bri twirled her long dirty blond hair around her finger, while Luke stood stiffly with his arms folded across his chest. He then let out a heavy sigh and glanced at his watch.

"So... are we done here?" he grumbled impatiently.

Rachael looked over her shoulder and shot Luke an angry look. "Luke. Have some god damn respect," she snapped angrily, and she returned her attention to Shea.

Luke looked over at his sister, who looked back at him and rolled her eyes.



In a more secluded area of the cemetery - one that was crowded with trees and, as a result, was much darker - Ryan MacPherson stared at the only two graves in the area: the graves of the two people responsible for all the deaths that occurred on this island. The larger tombstone belonged to John Wakefield, while the smaller one next to it represented his son, Henry Dunn. Ryan's boyfriend, Dale, stood a few feet behind him, his hands in his pockets, staring at the back of Ryan's head.

"It's so fascinating, isn't it?" Ryan asked suddenly, breaking the intense silence in the small, enclosed area.

"What is?" asked Dale, as if snapping out of a trance.

"The fact that these two guys killed almost three dozen people on this island. Probably even more. It just blows me mind that anyone could be so sick and twisted to kill that many people, for practically no reason." Ryan shook his head in disgust, and yet his eyes remained glued on the two graves.

Dale slowly approached his boyfriend and placed his hands on Ryan's shoulders. He began to massage them.

"Try not to think about it too much, babe. They're both dead; they're done killing people," he said soothingly. Ryan whirled around suddenly and began to passionately kiss Dale. In the heat of the moment, Dale began to take Ryan's shirt off, and Ryan himself began to undo his belt.

[MUSIC FROM THE EPISODE: Santogold - "Shove It"]

The two men began to further undress themselves and each other as they went to the ground, continuing to kiss and embrace each other.

And all the while, the gravestones of John Wakefield and Henry Dunn eerily loomed over them, casting their shadows upon the couple.



"You better call me back, Howard. I'm expecting to hear back from you," snapped Laurie Northcott before suddenly clicking her cell phone off.

The beautiful country singer began to pace back and forth across her room, as her stepdaughter, the equally beautiful, redheaded Andrea Northcott, sat on her king-sized bed and watched her.

"Well? What did he say?" asked Andrea after a few seconds of silence.

"Just... take my advice, doll: don't get a lawyer. They're totally worthless," said Laurie before she angrily threw her cell phone onto her own bed.

The Northcott family had been going through some major legal issues in recent months. Laurie's husband (and Andrea's biological father), Matthew Northcott, had recently been sentenced to two months in prison for forgery, but Laurie had every reason to believe that Matthew was innocent. She had plenty more evidence of her husband's innocence than her incompetent lawyer had, anyway.

Matthew Northcott was also the brother of Gail Mathis, who was once known as Gail Northcott. However, she changed her name at the age of 19 when she got into some legal issues of her own with her parents, and deciding afterward that she wanted nothing more to do with them. Matthew loved his sister and kept in touch with her, although Gail hardly ever contacted Matthew unless it was for financial reasons.

Laurie Northcott was convinced that Gail Mathis was responsible for Matthew being in prison.

"She wrote a bad check, it bounced, she panicked, and then she blamed your father for forging her name..." Laurie began to ramble, but Andrea cut her off.

"Laurie, Laurie.... I know," she said, holding up a hand. "You need to stop convincing yourself that that's the truth. You don't know for sure that Aunt Gail did this to Dad..."

"Andrea, think about it! Why would your father forge a check? You know he would never do a thing like that! And who's the one who pressed charges? Your bitchy, sneaky, manipulative Aunt Gail," said Laurie, her face turning red with anger.

Andrea sighed and rubbed her hand through her long silky hair. "So what are you gonna do, then?"

"Well, Howard's obviously no help," said Laurie, shooting an evil glare at the phone she had thrown onto the bed. "The next best thing I can think of is to get Gail to confess that she framed him and is falsely accusing your father. There's no reason why he should be in prison right now. He should be here for his niece's wedding, dammit!"

Laurie stomped her foot in frustration. Andrea got out of her chair and approached her stepmother.

"Listen, Laurie. We'll get Dad out of this. We will get our revenge on Gail." She grinned at Laurie, who looked into her bright eyes and smiled back.



Bronson Deeley sat in his large room alone, a hot, damp washcloth laid across his wrinkly forehead. The father of the groom was not that old; in 2009, 63 was still considered young. But the years had taken quite a toll on him both physically and mentally, and lately he had been having terrible headaches that were often brought on by stress.

The fact that his only son was about to marry into an incredibly materialistic, snobbish, and egotistical family worried him. He had nothing but love for both of his children, but with all of the strife that Rachael had been going through in recent years, the added stress of this upcoming wedding was the last thing he needed.

Bronson was startled by a knock on his door. When he answered it, Andrew McCaffrey stood in the doorway. Frankly, it was one of the last people Bronson was expecting to see.

"Andrew? What can I do for you?" he stuttered.

"Do you mind if I come in?"

"No, certainly not. Come in," said Bronson, stepping aside welcomingly, allowing Andrew to enter.

The two men sat down on two of the plush chairs in the bedroom. Andrew took a piece of paper out of his pocket and set it down on the coffee table located between the two chairs.

"What's this?" Bronson asked, looking at the paper, the picture of a young Gail Mathis immediately catching his eye.

"I didn't want to show this to Graham because I knew he'd just get pissed, and I don't want to upset him days before his wedding. But I found this online, and I'll admit, it got me worried."

Bronson picked up the article and began to read it, as Andrew sat there silently to let the man soak it all in. After finishing the article, Bronson slowly lowered the paper away from his face, an awestruck look plastered on his face.

"This proves that there's some shady business going on in the Mathis family. Maybe Julie is nothing like her mom, and I hope for Graham's sake that she's not. But man... to think that my best friend is gonna have this psycho as a mother-in-law..." said Andrew, shaking his head.

"You're absolutely right, Andrew. Thanks for bringing this to my attention," said Bronson after a brief pause. "Do you mind if I keep this?"

"Not at all. Do what you want with it... just, if you bring it up to Graham, don't mention I gave it to you, okay? I know he'll take it a lot worse if he knew I'm the one that found it..."

Bronson held up a hand to stop him. "No need to worry, son. I've got this under control."

Andrew took that as a sign that he was no longer needed, so he simply nodded, got up, and left the room without another word. Bronson set the article back down on the coffee table, sighed, and put the washcloth back on his forehead.



Shea Allen walked alone down the dim corridors of the Candlewick, chills once again running up and down her spine. She had been having the chills ever since she laid eyes on this godforsaken island again, and she was desperate to do anything she could to feel at peace again.

She reached the large doors of the ballroom. After quickly checking her watch, she knocked on the doors. A faint voice from inside called, "Come in," and Shea pushed open one of the giant doors. The ballroom was large and extravagant, and admittedly slightly creepy now that the sun had gone down. The only light source filling the room was a circle of four candles set on a table in the middle of the massive dancefloor. Standing beside the table was Didi Phelps, a smile on her face as she saw Shea walk in.

"Hello there, Ms. Allen," she said politely. Shea didn't respond or return the smile, but instead folded her arms as if to keep herself warm. The chills still ran through her body.

"Is this going to take long?" Shea asked impatiently and somewhat rudely.

Didi's smile faded a bit and she hesitated. "It... it all depends on how well the spirits respond. I can assure you, though, Ms. Allen, this will be worth your while. I've done many seances before and they've all had positive results."

Shea took a deep breath and walked closer to the table with the candles. Didi, who stood on the other side, reached out her arms.

"Let's get right into it then. Grab my hands, and close your eyes," she said sweetly.

Shea followed the instructions, though she felt completely stupid doing it. She didn't believe in ghosts, she didn't believe in seances, she didn't believe in any of this nonsense... but she was running out of ideas on how to make these horrible thoughts and feelings go away.

"Spirits from the Harper's Island massacre... spirits of the Wellington family, of the Allen family, of all those who were senselessly murdered on this island years ago... if you hear our calls, if you hear our pleas... give us a response!" said Didi in a slow, deep voice.

Shea's eyes remained closed, but she still managed to roll them. If only her father could see her now, holding hands with a self-proclaimed "medium", trying to contact his spirit... he would be so ashamed and embarrassed. Several seconds went by, and suddenly, Shea was startled by a cold feeling centralized on her shoulder. More seconds passed, and that cold feeling materialized into what felt like a hand. Her heart began to race. Shea opened her eyes and looked to her shoulder; she could do nothing but scream when she saw the misty, opaque figure of Thomas Wellington standing by her side.

[MUSIC FROM THE EPISODE: Within Temptation - "Angels"]

"...Daddy?" she gasped.

"Stay focused, Ms. Allen," came Didi's voice, but Shea's eyes remained glued on what appeared to be the ghost of her father. She blinked several times: surely this had to be a dream or a hallucination.

But before she knew it, another cold hand touched her, this time on her other shoulder. Standing on the other side of her was Trish Wellington, her sister.

"Oh my god..." she breathed, hardly able to formulate the words.

"Shea....."

The voices of both Thomas and Trish echoed inside of Shea's head.

"Shea..... Get out of here......."

The spirits of Thomas and Trish suddenly materialized in front of her so that she could see them both at once. And, within seconds, their faces began to contort in a horrific way: their mouths opened abnormally wide, their eyeballs suddenly disappeared, their heads morphed into what resembled skulls, and they both emitted horrible, painful screams that pierced Shea's brain.

Shea shut her eyes, and a scream escaped her own lips. She pulled her sweaty hands away from Didi's, an action that was so fast that the breeze extinguished all four candles on the table.

"Ms. Allen! What is it?!" Didi asked fearfully, but before she could get a response, Shea ran out of the room, screaming and covering her ears. The giant door of the ballroom slammed behind her and she began to run down the corridor. She was stopped suddenly by someone standing in her way. It was Rachael.

"Shea! Shea! Oh my god, what happened?!" she asked, grabbing Shea by the shoulders to calm her down.

"I need to go. I need to go home, right now," Shea sobbed.

Back in the ballroom, Didi held her hands to her head, completely perplexed and terrified at what had just happened. How could this have gone wrong? She had performed dozens of seances for people who had lost loved ones in tragedies, and every single one of her clients had left feeling satisfied, comforted, and totally at peace. Why did this one have different results? It made no sense...

Didi's deep thought process completely distracted her from everything else around her, so she didn't even hear the sound of the doors creaking open again, followed by the sound of the doors closing and locking. Footsteps quietly clicked on the shiny marble floor of the ballroom, slowly approaching the dumbfounded Didi.

By the time Didi finally noticed someone had entered the room, it was too late.

A sharpened spear was thrust deep into her throat; so deep, in fact, that the bloody spearhead emerged from the back of her neck, dripping blood down her back. Didi tried to scream, but the only noise that escaped her lips was a faint gagging sound.

She was dead within seconds, and her killer slowly lowered her limp body to the ground before pulling the spear out of her corpse.



The younger guests decided to go out to the Cannery for a second night in a row, as the previous night had been such a huge success. The bridesmaids all sat a table enjoying their drinks, though Julie seemed a bit distracted by something.

"Guys, are you sure none of you have heard from Stacy? I've called her cell, like, twenty times today, and there's no answer. Caleb hasn't been answering either," she said to the other girls at the table.

Haley scoffed and took a sip of her drink. "Jules, don't worry too much. You know how Caleb and Stace are. They pull pranks left and right. For all we know, this could all be part of some sick prank of theirs."

"But I can't help but feel a little worried that..." began Julie, until she was cut off by Maria.

"Julie, chica, relax. I know people were killed on this island and all, but the two guys that did are the killing are dead. Nobody's been killed here since then. You think that just 'cause there's another wedding going on here that all of a sudden one of us will turn into some deranged maniac and kill everyone?"

The other bridesmaids laughed at this comment, though Julie could do nothing but show a faint hint of a grin. Maria reached out and placed her hand on Julie's arm.

"I want you to relax, okay? Enjoy yourself. It's your wedding week for God's sake! This is the best week of your life!" she said cheerily, trying to lift Julie's spirits. It seemed to have worked, as Julie looked at Maria and smiled widely this time. "There's a smile! That's my Jules!"

Amanda stood at the bar nearby, holding her drink and staring loathingly at the bridesmaid table. She then moved her gaze to the groomsman table, where Graham, Andrew, Mikey, and Ryan, who was joined by Dale, all sat and chatted. Amanda focused on Andrew, the man who, according to her roommate Maria, had the hots for her. And yet, he hadn't given her the slightest shred of attention. She scoffed and downed the rest of her drink, slamming it on the bar and asking Yulissa for another.

"Seriously, it was the craziest night of my life!" Graham was saying, just finishing a funny story, at which everyone except Andrew was laughing. Graham noticed his best man looking gloomy and immediately stopped laughing. "Yo, Andrew. What's up, dude?"

"Oh, nothing, nothing. I'm just not feeling so hot, that's it," he said after some hesitation. This information about Gail was eating him up inside, but he knew he couldn't tell Graham himself. As much as he hated the idea of Graham marrying into the Mathis family, he also wanted nothing less than to upset his best friend before his wedding to the woman he truly loved.

Towards the end of the night and as closing hour drew near, Yulissa put a slow song on the jukebox, which invited all couples to step onto the dancefloor and enjoy a romantic dance. Graham and Julie stood at the center, as Haley and Josh, Ryan and Dale, and even Maria and Mikey - who started to passionately make out in the middle of the dance - circled around them.

[MUSIC FROM THE EPISODE: Chantal Kreviazuk - "All I Can Do"]

Amanda, meanwhile, still stood alone at the bar, continually eying Andrew. By now, she felt drunk enough to garner up enough courage to just ask him to dance and make a move herself, but by the time she had made this decision, Andrew had gotten up and left the bar.


Hours passed and eventually all the wedding guests had made their way back to the Candlewick for a good night's sleep. Mikey had taken Maria back to his room, which he shared with Andrew, but since he wasn't in the room at the time, they shared a passionate moment together. Sure, Maria was seven years Mikey's senior, but this is what she had been longing for. She had been longing for a man in her life. And Mikey was certainly an attractive enough and nice enough man for her to be satisfied with.

Maria grabbed her cell phone, which she had set on the nightstand, to check the time. "Oh god, it's getting late. I need to go. I've got laundry to do."

"Tomorrow night? Same time, same place?" Mikey asked, smiling up at her, his shirt still off. She giggled and leaned in to kiss him before getting up, whispering goodnight to him, and leaving the room.

Still feeling drunk from earlier that night, Maria stumbled rather clumsily down the corridor to her bedroom, stubbing her toe on the way and shouting out an obscenity, certainly loud enough for all the guests to hear. She clasped a hand over her mouth as if that would reverse the noise she had just made. As quietly as possible, she entered her dark room where her roommate Amanda lay sleeping in her bed. Maria walked over to her desk, grabbed the iPod resting on top of it, put the headphones in her ears, and exited the room carrying her heavy laundry basket.

Maria made her way to the basement of the Candlewick, which was admittedly rather creepy, especially under the influence. But soon enough she reached the laundry room of the Candlewick, the walls lined with super-sized washers and dryers. She set her laundry basket down, bobbing her head to the rhythm of the song blasting on her iPod.

[MUSIC FROM THE EPISODE: Las Ketchup - "Asereje"]

As she opened one of the power washers and began to empty her clothes into it, the door of the laundry room slowly opened behind her, completely unbeknownst to Maria.

Suddenly, Maria felt an excruciating pain in her skull as something was forcefully smashed over her head. A figure holding a baseball bat stood behind her as she collapsed to the floor, dazed and disoriented but still conscious. The intruder opened the door of one of the giant tumble dryers, picked up the light, 110-pound Maria, and stuffed her inside the dryer. She suddenly snapped back to reality and realized what was happening, but by that point it was too late. The door of the dryer had closed and the person outside had activated the switch to turn it on.

The interior of the dryer slowly began to spin, and Maria spun around with it. She could feel heat encasing her from all sides. As Maria began to spin around in the dryer faster and faster, the person standing outside simply stood there and watched the show taking place before them.

Maria banged on the circular glass pane of the dryer door, trying as hard as she could to get out, but the dryer continued to spin faster and grow hotter. Soon, Maria was being spun so forcefully inside the cramped interior of the dryer that her body began to contort and some of her bones began to snap. The pain was excruciating, and she screamed, desperately hoping someone would hear her, hoping someone would save her.

Faster and hotter the dryer got. Maria's bones cracked and her skin began to burn from the heat. She continued to scream in pain for a few more minutes, until finally her neck snapped, and she died instantly.

And although the damage was done and another victim had been added to the list, the mysterious killer continued to stand there and watched the pretty Latina's battered corpse spin and burn inside the dryer.

[Amanda.]

MUSIC FROM EPISODE 1:
Immediate Music - "Dark Side of Power" [Harper's Island 2 theme]
Santogold - "Shove It" [played as Ryan and Dale have sex in the cemetery]
Within Temptation - "Angels" [played during the seance with Didi and Shea]
Chantal Kreviazuk - "All I Can Do" [played during the couples dance in the Cannery]
Las Ketchup - "Asereje" [song playing on Maria's iPod]



EPISODE 2 QUESTIONNAIRE:

Please fill out this quick survey along with additional comments about the episode:

1. Who is/are the killer(s)?
2. Who will die in Episode 3?
3. Who will survive and escape from Harper's Island (if anyone)?

[Amanda.]

also, pmsl Claudia.

[DrunkerThanMoses]

**** i need to catch up.

Sorry amanda havent even read 1, ill read 1 and 2 soon, making dinner at mo!

Sorry :(

[Shaun]

fuuuck, Amanda, that final death was nasty. But brilliant, it's beginning to all piece together and I'm starting to notice how the characters connect now :)


1. Who is/are the killer(s)? I've really got no idea. Maybe Shea's like...turned psycho.
2. Who will die in Episode 3? Rodolfo will die, just depends when, i know it :p
3. Who will survive and escape from Harper's Island (if anyone)? oh...hopefully a few. the flowergirl would be the most obvious but killing her would be brilliant, lmao. I'd like Amanda and Andrew to survive though.

[DrunkerThanMoses]

oh good story manda! :)

1. Who is/are the killer(s)? - Dale and Amanda
2. Who will die in Episode 3? - The grooms father
3. Who will survive and escape from Harper's Island (if anyone)? Amanda and shea

[Tom4784]

1. Who is/are the killer(s)? Amanda seems to be the obvious choice, but too obvious really. I think it could be Ryan.
2. Who will die in Episode 3? The proffessor
3. Who will survive and escape from Harper's Island (if anyone)? Bri I think.

Brilliant episode Amanda.

[Amanda.]

Thank you to everyone =)

[GypsyGoth]

:love: I loved it Amanda.

I knew Maria was doomed when she went into the laundry room, great grizzly death.


1. Who is/are the killer(s)? Andrea, has been added to my suspects list.

2. Who will die in Episode 3? I think Vance will be a goner.

3. Who will survive and escape from Harper's Island (if anyone)? I'm still rooting for Brianna Bingham and Haley Mathis.

[Amanda.]

Also, I've written Episode 3, so it'll also be up before the end of the week =) x

[Shaun]

bit of a niggling request but could you like edit the first picture to put the dead people in black & white / or just write "dead" over them LOL

just for...keeping up i guess.

[Amanda.]

My photoshop is being a bit of a slag lately but I'll do my best =)

[Amanda.]

Alright, so since my photoshop freaked the feck out on me i had to use picnik.com. So I could only write dead overtop of the dead people lolz.

[Shaun]

haha, it's better than nothing, thanks :p

[GypsyGoth]

:D Ilike it.

[Amanda.]

You're welcome Shaun =D

And ty Claudia =)

[Jords]

Nice work Amanda! :D

That death was thought out really well!

[DrunkerThanMoses]

Any news on episode three yet?

[Amanda.]

Episode 3 will hopefully be released late tomorrow night/early tomorrow morning :)

[GypsyGoth]

Episode 3 will hopefully be released late tomorrow night/early tomorrow morning :)

Cool, something to look forward to :)

[Amanda.]

Special Harper's Island Event!

Tomorrow, not one, but two episodes of Harper's Island will be posted. 4 suspects will be killed and the wedding party finally discovers the horror that is once again plaguing the island.

TOMORROW. 10PM.

[Amanda.]

HARPER'S ISLAND 2
EPISODE THREE: "GAG"

[THEME SONG: Immediate Music - "Dark Side of Power"]



[MUSIC FROM THE EPISODE: Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart - "Moonlight Sonata (remixed)"]

Shea Allen sat alone in the large dining room of the Candlewick Inn. It was hardly dawn; the faint orange glow of the sun was just starting to barely peek over the horizon. Shea sat cuddled up on a chair, wrapped in a blanket, feeling colder than ever. She took a sip from her giant mug full of hot coffee, but it wasn't helping to warm her up at all.

Shea hadn't gotten a wink of sleep the night before; not after seeing the ghosts of her dead father and sister standing right before her eyes, begging for her to leave, then transforming into horrific monsters and screaming at her. It was something that would surely haunt her for the rest of her life. She had such high hopes of coming here to this wedding and finally achieving a sense of peace, calmness, and closure on the deaths of her friends and family members. And yet the events of the night before had made things so much worse.

After hours of replaying that awful seance in her head, Shea had come to the conclusion that she would take the advice of her departed family members - whether they were real or not - and she would hop on the first ferry to the mainland. She needed to leave the island. She hated to do it; the Mathis family had been so good to her, especially in the last ten years. If it hadn't been for them, the grieving process would have been so much more difficult for Shea. They were welcoming enough to take her and her daughter Madison under their wing, and they allowed them to stay in their luxurious house for a few months before Shea was able to find a new place to live. Shea was in their debt.

But she simply couldn't stay on this island any longer.

To Shea's surprise, Gail Mathis entered the dining room, tying up the sash on her silky red robe, as if she had just gotten out of bed. Shea set down her cup of coffee as Gail approached her.

"Gail, what are you doing up?" she asked, her voice quivering.

"Well I heard you pacing around the hallways all night. I figured you'd be down here," said Gail as she sat down next to Shea.

"Oh... I'm sorry, Gail. I didn't mean to wake you..."

"Don't worry about it, honey. What's wrong?" Gail asked, as sweetly as possible.

Shea hesitated: she had already given the entire play-by-play of the seance to Rachael the night before. She didn't think she had it in her to repeat it for a second time. "I've just... something's come up, and I really don't think I can stay here anymore."

Gail frowned, though at the same time looked rather insulted. "Why not?"

"It's... business issues back home," Shea lied. "I shouldn't have left the real estate company this long." Since Thomas Wellington's death, Shea had taken over the family business. And while it was a rather hectic and stressful job, Shea had left her very reliable and responsible assistant in charge of the company during her week-long vacation, so this certainly wasn't her biggest concern.

Gail examined Shea intensely; it was quite clear that she didn't believe Shea's excuse. Nonetheless, she sighed and leaned back in her chair.

"Well, Shea, I'm not going to stop you from leaving. I just want you to know that you're one of our guests of honor at this wedding. It was very brave of you to come back here in the first place, and I truly appreciate that our friendship was important enough to you for you to decide to come to this island." Gail's tone of voice changed suddenly. "But I think it's kind of senseless and, frankly, kind of insulting that you would go home now, after only two days."

Though Shea couldn't bear to look her friend in the eye, she could tell that Gail was staring daggers into her right now. Another shiver ran down Shea's spine; the images of her father and sister's spirits continued to flash in her mind. She wanted so badly to go home, to listen to Thomas and Trish, to return safely to Madison. But she also knew that she couldn't possibly live with herself if she went home now, betraying her friend's trust. Shea Allen may have been many things, but she was not a backstabber.

Shea heaved a heavy sigh. She felt no other choice but to stick it out.

"Okay, Gail. I'll stay." She finally looked at Gail, who was smiling widely at her.

"Wonderful. I'm so happy to hear that." Gail patted Shea on the hand, then stood up and left the room.

Shea, however, still didn't feel at ease. She may have decided to stay, but she was by no means going to forget what happened the night before. She needed someone for moral support, someone who went through what she went through, someone who also had to deal with loss, someone who could empathize with her situation. Shea whipped out her green cell phone, flicked it open, and dialed the number of the first name listed in her contact list.

Abby Mills.




Julie Mathis was woken up by the sound of her purple cell phone vibrating on the nightstand next to her. She groggily grabbed it and snapped it open to find a text from Maria, one of her best friends from college and one of her bridesmaids. The text read, "Sorry babe, had to go home for family emergency. I'll be back as soon as I can!" A slight frown appeared on Julie's face; she had hoped Maria would be able to make it back to the island in time for the wedding.

Julie set her phone back on the nightstand and looked over at Graham, her fiance, who was snoring lightly next to her. She grinned at him; she felt so attracted to him. Physically, emotionally, personally, she connected with him on every level. And yet, why was she feeling more and more unsure about this wedding? Julie loved Graham, but there were so many underlying factors that were making her feel very uneasy about marrying him. For one, her family never seemed to fully approve of Graham. He was not a rich man, and Julie knew that her mother wanted nothing more than to see her daughters marry rich men and further expand their wealth.

Graham shuffled around slightly in bed, but continued to snore. Julie smiled again. He was so adorable when he slept. But Julie's stomach lurched again when the thoughts of her family returned to her head. She also thought about Graham's friends, and how standoffish they had been acting towards her ever since she arrived on the island. It was very off-putting to her. She wanted so much to enjoy this week, to have a romantic time with the man she loved, as well as a fun, exciting vacation with her friends and family.

But so far, this week was turning out to be nothing like she had planned.




With the wedding rehearsal quickly approaching, the various wedding guests were all in their rooms preparing for the event. Gail Mathis stood in her large, single bedroom getting dressed. She was suddenly startled by a knock on her door. After clipping her pearl necklace around her neck to complete her extravagant ensemble, she glided over to the door and opened it to find her sister-in-law, the lovely country singer Laurie Northcott, and her niece, the equally lovely redheaded Andrea Northcott.

"Oh. Hello," said Gail in an obviously fake attempt at a polite voice, complete with a fake smile upon her face. There was some obvious bad blood between Gail and the rest of the Northcott family.

"Can the act, Gail," snipped Laurie. "We need to talk."

Gail hesitated, but then stepped aside to allow the two women into her room, closing the door behind them. Each of the three women took a seat.

"Listen, Gail. We know what you're up to," Laurie said in her Southern accent, an angry look etched on her face. "I don't know what would possess you to frame your own brother for a crime he obviously didn't commit..."

"Frame?" interrupted Gail, sounding offended. "I didn't frame anyone! Matthew forged my name on that check; I did not write it!"

"That's a load of bullshit, Aunt Gail, and you know it," hissed Andrea. "You're in debt, you wrote a check, you didn't have enough funds in your account, and it bounced. You didn't want to deal with the consequences so you blamed it all on my dad? What kind of witch are you?!"

Gail stuttered a bit, trying to find the right words to say, but instead she just sighed.

"You have absolutely no right to come into my room and accuse me of something like this." Gail glared at her sister-in-law and niece coldly, her voice dangerously soft. "I'd like you to both leave. Now." Neither of the women budged from their chairs. "NOW!"

Laurie jumped a bit at this sudden outburst. Finally, she stood up but did not take her eyes off Gail. "This isn't over, Gail. We'll get to the bottom of this, and my husband will get acquitted. And you'll take his place in that prison. Right where you belong." She threateningly pointed a finger at Gail as she said this, and without waiting for a response, she and Andrea exited the room.

Gail Mathis was left to sit alone with her thoughts for several minutes. Her hand quivered. They had both been right. Gail had done something illegal, she didn't want to get punished for it, and so she pinned the blame on her own brother, her own flesh and blood.

She hadn't truly thought about what she had done until just now, when she saw her brother Matthew's closest loved ones come to her to defend him. Gail had committed several crimes throughout her life, and yet she did them all with no remorse, even if other innocent people were punished as a result.

For the first time, Gail Mathis felt guilty.






2:00 PM rolled around, and the wedding guests began to file into the quaint white church located in the middle of the island. This church had a lot of history behind it; it was here that Thomas Wellington was brutally murdered with a head spade. And it was for this reason that Shea Allen was the only wedding guest that chose not to attend, not after the horrible events of the day before.

Graham and Julie were the first of the Candlewick guests to arrive at the church, and found Vance and Yulissa White already waiting for them there. Yulissa, who had been sitting in the first pew, whirled around and smiled when she saw them enter.

"Hey!" she said cheerily, getting out of her seat and going to hug the future bride and groom.

"Where's Didi?" asked Julie, immediately noticing the absence of their wedding planner.

"Oh, Didi left a note saying that she had gotten suddenly ill and is choosing to isolate herself in her room at the Candlewick until she recovers," said Vance matter-of-factly. Julie, however, looked extremely uneasy, which Graham immediately noticed.

"What's wrong, babe?" he asked, putting his arm around her shoulder.

"Nothing... I mean, we still haven't heard from Stacy or Caleb. Then Maria all of a sudden has to go home for an emergency, and now Didi's sick? It's all kind of a creepy coincidence."

"Girl, you worry too much," said Yulissa. "Just relax! It's your wedding rehearsal! You're getting married tomorrow!"

Julie managed to crack a smile on her face, though in the back of her mind, she was absolutely starting to dread this wedding.

The other wedding guests began to file into the church and took their positions. Vance walked everyone through the process, step-by-step, on how everything was to go about.

As Graham and Julie stood at the head of the church, joined by Andrew, the best man, Haley, the maid of honor, and the rest of the bridal party, Yulissa White sat in the front pew. Her heart was beating rather rapidly and viciously in her chest. She couldn't take her eyes off a certain man standing in front of her.

For as long as she could remember, Yulissa had been very fond of Graham Deeley. She was admittedly the person who had introduced him to Julie, but at the same time, it broke her heart to see him marrying someone other than her. It had always been Yulissa's childhood dream to grow up with Graham, date him, call him her boyfriend, and, someday, to call him her husband.

It tore her up inside. And yet, her feelings now were stronger than ever before.

Yulissa loved Graham.




The wedding rehearsal went very smoothly, and by the end of it, everyone felt prepared for the next day. As the wedding guests began to disperse and make their way back to the Candlewick, a few of the guests stayed behind, including Julie, Yulissa, Haley, Josh, Luke, and Professor Jethro Walton. As Julie talked with Yulissa and Haley, Jethro quietly sneaked up behind her and suddenly tapped her on the shoulder. She let out a slight shriek and whirled around.

"Oh, hi Professor. You scared me," she gasped.

"Please. Call me Jethro," he responded in a rather monotone voice.

"Oh, okay... Jethro," she said, laughing uncomfortably.

A long silence followed as the three women simply stared at Jethro, who stood rigid and awkwardly with his hands in his pockets.

"I'd just like to, um... say... how beautiful you look. And I'm sure you'll make a very stunning bride." He cleared his throat.

"Well... thank you, Prof... I mean, Jethro," stuttered Julie, looking even more uncomfortable.

Suddenly, Jethro took his hand out of his pockets and placed it on Julie's hip. He started to rub his hand up and down her body, but she quickly retaliated by slapping him across the face.

"Excuse me, Professor!" she said angrily, and now both Josh and Luke were paying attention to the scene. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

"I'm... I'm sorry... I just think... God, you are so beautiful," breathed Jethro, his eyes examining her body.

"Eww! Stop! Get the **** out of here, you nasty pervert!" shouted Haley suddenly, stepping in between the perverted professor and her older sister.

Jethro frowned and began to walk away, though his eyes were still glued on Julie's physique. Without saying anything, Haley changed her position in front of her sister to block Jethro's line of vision. As he walked out of the church, hunched over and disappointed, Luke and Josh stood awkwardly, trying to avoid eye contact. Josh fiddled with his thumbs while Luke focused his attention on his phone as he texted someone.

Once Jethro was out of the church and out of sight, Luke snapped his phone shut and looked over at the girls. "Wow. What a creepy old man."






Franklin and Rachael Bingham sat in their room, in complete silence. Rachael sat on the bed reading a book, while Franklin sat at the desk, doing some paperwork. It was a typical scene for the couple. Though they had been married 20 years, the spark had most certainly died between them. Rachael had often felt trapped in her own family; she would divorce her husband, but she was afraid it would tear her family apart. As blatantly dysfunctional as they were as a group of four, Rachael still passionately cared for her husband and two kids.

Though her eyes skimmed over the words in her book, Rachael had several other things on her brain. Her mind was swimming with thoughts; of her husband, of her kids, of this wedding, of her brother. Despite her very sweet, loving, polite exterior, Rachael truly did not like the fact that her brother was marrying a Mathis. Rachael never cared much for Julie, and certainly didn't care for Gail.

Rachael's mind returned to her family. She peered over her book and over her eyeglasses at her husband. She loved Franklin, she always had. But he had been incredibly abusive towards her, especially in recent years, and it had left Rachael emotionally disheveled and broken. And although she often went to counseling with her psychiatrist, she had very few other people to turn to. She had very few friends in Chicago, where the Binghams had resided for the last 15 years. Her father had some mental difficulties of his own. And her brother, Graham, had lived too far away for her to be able to easily turn to him.

A sudden knock came at the door, and Bri Bingham entered the room.

"Hi honey," Rachael said sweetly, setting her book on her lap.

Bri did not smile back. She stood at the doorway with her arms folded across her chest.

"Mom, I think we need to leave," she said bluntly.

Rachael gave her daughter a puzzled look as Franklin, for the first time, turned his attention away from his paperwork and looked over his shoulder at his daughter. "What do you mean? Why?" asked Rachael.

"There's some weird **** going on here," she said. "I can feel it. Really weird ****. I don't think it's safe here. There's ghosts in this hotel and they're not happy we're here."

Franklin suddenly got out of his chair and approached his daughter. "Listen, Bri. Enough of this cock-and-bull ghost stuff. I don't want you tampering around with this witchcraft thing anymore, you got that?"

Bri glared at her father angrily. "I can do what I want, Franklin."

In response to this, he aggressively grabbed his daughter's skinny arm with his massive hand, and she tried to break free.

"Frank, stop!" shouted Rachael, and her husband obeyed. "Bri, your father's right, though. This Wicca nonsense of yours is really unsettling to me. There are no ghosts..."

"There are, Mom! Why don't you believe me? You believed Shea when she told you she saw ghosts!" Bri shouted angrily. "God, you both are such shitty parents! I'm going to Luke and tell him, he's the only one that'll actually listen to what I have to say!"

Without waiting for a response from her parents, Bri stormed out of the room and slammed the door. Franklin crossed his arms and shot a look at Rachael.

"She gets that attitude from your side," he said, pointing a finger at his wife, before sitting back down at his desk and returning to his paperwork, once again leaving the Bingham's bedroom in total silence. Rachael sighed and shook her head, trying to rid herself of the thoughts of what had just happened. She picked her book back up and immersed herself into the world and the characters she was reading about.

She had always loved murder mysteries.






Abby Mills sat alone at the stern of the small fishing boat to Harper's Island. Her heart raced faster and faster as she approached the island; it had been ten years since she had stepped foot on that godforsaken strip of land. It was where her mother was killed and strung up in a tree. It was where her father was yanked out of a window and hung. It was where John Wakefield, the man responsible for her parents' deaths, ran rampant and killed dozens of her friends. It was where her best friend, Henry Dunn, revealed himself to be a killer as well, held Abby hostage, and admitted his obsession with her. So it was no surprise that she was feeling a bit uneasy about going back.

But after receiving that phone call from Shea Allen, whom she knew was on the island for another wedding, she felt obliged to face her fears, build up some courage, and go to the island. Since surviving the tragic mess on Harper's Island, Abby and Shea had grown quite close. Abby could sense that Shea was feeling troubled and scared, and Abby wanted nothing more than to help her friend.

Still, it didn't make things any easier. She constantly reminded herself that nothing was going to happen; John Wakefield was finally dead, as was the psychotic Henry Dunn. She had killed him herself. She knew that the killings were over. And yet, she still couldn't shake the feeling that going back to the island would be a huge mistake...

The boat slowly pulled up to the marina, which had been rebuilt since the explosion that occurred ten years ago, and the captain docked it. The captain was none other than Jimmy Mance, Abby's fiance and the fourth survivor of the Harper's Island massacre. Abby had requested him to take her there, but would not allow him to go with her, as she felt she needed to do this on her own and she didn't want to hold Jimmy back from his work as a fisherman.

Jimmy walked over to Abby, standing over her as she remained seated on the boat, hugging herself.

"You sure you're okay?" Jimmy asked, sounding concerned.

Abby looked up at him, smiled slightly, and nodded, though it was quite clear she was feeling apprehensive.

"You don't want me to come with you?" said Jimmy.

"No, no," Abby said quickly, shaking her head. "I'll be fine. You get back to work. Thanks for taking me here."

Abby finally stood, kissed her fiance goodbye, and disembarked. Jimmy remained in the marina for a while as he watched his fiance walk off. He, too, had convinced himself that the murders were over on this island. After all, it had been repopulated since the massacre, and not a single death had occurred in the ten years since the event. But, just like Abby, he had a sinking feeling that something would go wrong. Praying his intuition was wrong, he released his boat from the dock and slowly pulled away, fading into the distance.

As Abby traversed the island, memories of what happened ten years ago rushed through her mind. She made a few pit stops on her way to the Candlewick, her last one being the Tree of Woe, the giant tree from which her mother was strung by John Wakefield 17 years ago. That memory still was extremely vivid in her mind, and it was where all the horror involving John Wakefield began.

[MUSIC FROM THE EPISODE: Celtic Woman - "May It Be"]

A faint rustling sound came from behind Abby, and, startled, she whirled around, but saw no one. Her heart began to beat faster and harder than ever. She sensed something was wrong.

And suddenly, before she could even comprehend what happened, a thick rope was placed around her neck and pulled incredibly tightly, making it difficult for her to breathe. She desperately gasped for air and tried to fight back against her attacker, but she had been greatly weakened by the fright and the shock of what was happening. The rope was pulled tighter around her neck, choking her, until she could no longer breathe at all. Tears formed in her eyes, she struggled to break free, but the rope continued to get tighter. Her vision began to fade, the sounds around her became fainter, and soon, everything went black.

Abby Mills was dead.






Haley, Josh, Andrew, Mikey, Ryan, Dale, and Julie were all gathered in the ballroom, and most of them sat at the bar, helping themselves to some drinks.

"Hey, have any of you guys seen Maria around?" asked Mikey as he sipped his scotch.

"She sent me a text earlier; apparently she had to go home for some family emergency," said Julie.

"Wow, really? I'm surprised she didn't let me know," said Mikey, sounding a bit disappointed.

"Why's that? You two have a date or something?" asked Haley jokingly, nudging Mikey in the arm.

"Well... yeah, actually," he said, blushing a bit.

Haley started laughing, and Ryan playfully hit her in the arm. "Haley! Don't laugh; I think it's cute. You guys make a hot couple," he said to Mikey, who continued to blush and sip his drink.

As they all continued to joke around, something in the distance caught Andrew's eye. It was a bright red piece of cloth, and in the dimness of the ballroom, it stood out quite a bit against its dark surroundings. He got up and walked over to the cloth to get a closer look.

"Andrew, what're you doing?" asked Mikey, trying to distract everyone from the topic of the fling between him and Maria.

Andrew didn't respond; he picked up the piece of cloth, which was a smooth fabric that felt like it came from a shirt. And on the piece of fabric was, clear as day, a dark red stain that looked very much like blood. He whirled around to face the other guests and held the cloth up to show them.

"Guys, what the hell is this? It's got blood on it," he said, his voice quivering a bit.

Julie jumped out of her chair and walked briskly over to Andrew, taking the cloth and looking closely at it. "Oh my god," she whispered. "This... I think this came from Didi's shirt."

"How do you know?" asked Andrew.

"The design on this cloth... it was the same design on the shirt she was wearing yesterday." Julie's heart was pounding and she was starting to panic. "Oh my god. We have to go to her room. Right now."

Julie practically ran out of the ballroom and was followed by the six other guests. Once they reached Didi's bedroom door, Julie pounded on it, calling Didi's name. She then grabbed the doorknob and turned, and to her surprise, the door swung right open. The room was empty, aside from a large piece of paper plastered on the wall with four words written on it in thick, black ink.

"IT'S ONLY JUST BEGUN."




Jethro Walton had spent the entire day alone after the events that took place after the wedding rehearsal. He had felt embarrassed, ashamed, yet at the same time, his feelings for Julie Mathis hadn't diminished. He had been happy to at least touch her, feel her, and let his true feelings known, in spite of the negative results it had.

He lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying that event in his mind repeatedly. He thought of Julie, imagined an alternative ending to what had happened, one where she had given in to his advances, one where she began to undress as he felt her. As he fantasized this in his mind, he started to become aroused.

Jethro tried to rid these thoughts from his mind; this was a much younger woman, one that was soon to be married. He needed to stop thinking these things. And yet he couldn't help it. He had wanted Julie Mathis to be his since the moment he laid eyes on her.

Deciding that he needed to distract himself from these thoughts, Jethro got up, went to his bathroom, and began to prepare for bed. He brushed his teeth, thoughts of Julie still occasionally popping into his mind. After several minutes of brushing his teeth, still finding himself distracted by his thoughts, he spit the toothpaste into the sink and grabbed the glass of water that he had left out during the day.

Soon after gulping down the full glass of water, Jethro's throat started to tickle quite a bit, and then in a matter of seconds, it began to burn. He clutched his throat, clearing it several times, but it only made things worse. He began to cough violently, his throat hurting him more and more by the second. Before he knew it, he was starting to cough up blood, which splattered all over his bathroom mirror and walls. He choked and gagged, continuing to clutch his throat as he coughed up more blood.

Suddenly, he collapsed onto the marble bathroom floor, convulsing and now vomiting up blood. But, because Jethro was laying on his back, the mixture of blood and stomach acid went pouring back down his throat, causing him to choke even more profusely. The perverted professor continued to writhe on the floor and make gagging noises until, soon enough, he lay motionless in a pool of his own blood and vomit.



Gail Mathis needed something to take her mind off what had happened earlier in the day. That strange feeling of guilt continued to plague her ever since her encounter with Laurie and Andrea Northcott.

And, of course, what better way to distract oneself than to engage in sexual activities?

[MUSIC FROM THE EPISODE: David Bowie - "Cat People (Putting Out the Fire)"]

The king-sized bed in Gail's room shook and squeaked rather violently as she and Dr. Rodolfo DiLorenzo made passionate love to one another. Gail moaned and pounded on the wall rather loudly; it would have been difficult for anyone nearby not to hear them.

After several minutes of love-making, Gail suddenly pushed Rodolfo away from her. "Wait! Stop!" she shouted, breathing heavily, perspiration soaking her face.

"What? What is it?" panted the doctor.

"We need to stop this! You're a married man!" Gail screeched.

"So what?! It hasn't stopped us before," said Rodolfo, and he leaned in to continue, but Gail once again pushed him away.

"No. No, we need to stop. I'd like you to leave now, please. Get out," she said forcefully, inching away from him.

"Are... are you serious, babe?" asked Rodolfo.

"Don't call me babe! And yes, I'm serious! Get out!"

Not another word was spoken between the two: perplexed and bewildered, Rodolfo got out of bed, grabbed his clothes, put them on, and left the room. He ran his hand through his thick head of hair, trying to dry the sweat, and he made his way back to his room, the thought of what had just happened still confusing him to no end.

Gail sat alone in her room, clutching the sheets close to her body, as if to hide her guilt from an invisible person watching her and examining her. The thought of what Laurie had said to her kept coming back, and she kept feeling guilty. And now, the thought of having sex with a married man, the thought of his family whom he was betraying... she felt guilty about that as well.

Guilt was something Gail Mathis had never felt before. But now, it seemed to be consuming her.




Rodolfo had decided not to return to his room just yet; he needed some time to think. He had gone outside to the Candlewick's patio, the cool breeze hitting his face, drying up his sweat that still lingered on his forehead and cheeks. He had been so attracted to Gail Mathis, and he thought she felt the same way. Rodolfo had been having an affair with the rich woman for two years now, and not once had she ever turned him away.

Perhaps it was the idea of having sex during her daughter's wedding week? But Rodolfo knew Gail better than that; she normally wouldn't care about something as trivial as that.

He went back inside, feeling even more confused than he had before. He slowly trudged back upstairs to the hallway and went to his bedroom door, which had a piece of paper taped on it. Scrawled in sloppy writing were the words, "Meet me downstairs in the lounge. We need to talk. ---Gail"

Rodolfo ripped the sheet off the door, crumpled it up, and practically raced downstairs to the Candlewick lounge. At this point he wanted nothing more than to talk with Gail, to ask her what was wrong, to find out what was up.

After reaching the first floor, Rodolfo could make out faint music playing, which he assumed must have been coming from the lounge where Gail was waiting for him. As he approached the lounge and the music grew louder, he could finally make out the words of the song:

[MUSIC FROM THE EPISODE: Joni James - "Your Cheating Heart"]

"You're cheating heart
Will make you weak
You'll cry and cry
And try to sleep
But sleep won't come
The whole night through
Your cheating heart
Will tell on you"

Rodolfo reached the doorway to the lounge, which was completely dark aside from the faint light coming from the burning fireplace. A single large chair was placed in front of the fireplace, though Rodolfo could not tell if anyone was even sitting in it or not. The music continued to play from an old-fashioned record player set on a nearby table.

"Gail?" asked Rodolfo, but there came no response. He approached the chair and noticed someone sitting in it, though, from the back, he did not recognize the person as Gail. "Gail?" he asked again, slowly walking closer to the chair.

He soon stood directly next to the chair, and this time, he knew that the person sitting there was not Gail. Before he could say anything more, the person in the chair quickly got up, whirled around, and thrust a dagger directly into Rodolfo's heart. He gasped and sputtered, his eyes open wide, unable to comprehend what had just happened; he could only focus on the pain. The music continued to play as the knife remained in Rodolfo's chest; the room around him quickly began to fade, and the last words he heard before his death came from the record player.

"Your cheating heart
Will tell on you"

Once the killer knew Rodolfo's time was up, they dragged the body closer to the fireplace, then tossed him inside.

And as the song came to an end, the killer stood there with their arms folded across their chest, watching the body of the cheating doctor Rodolfo DiLorenzo burn to a crisp in front of their eyes.

[Amanda.]

HARPER'S ISLAND 2
EPISODE FOUR: "THUD"

[THEME SONG: Immediate Music - "Dark Side of Power"]



Bronson Deeley woke up that morning with a splitting headache, which wasn't an uncommon occurrence for him, but last night was particularly stressful for him. Today was the day his son was supposed to marry Julie Mathis, the daughter of the wicked Gail Mathis. Bronson had just learned about one of Gail's previous high crimes in which she stole over a million dollars from her employers. Of course, Julie herself hadn't committed any crimes that he knew of, but this didn't make Bronson feel any less concerned about his son, Graham, marrying into such a suspicious family.

He reached over to the bucket filled with hot water and grabbed a washcloth, wringing it out and once again placing it on his forehead. It helped eased his stress, but today was worse than ever. There was only a few hours left until his son would be a married man. There wasn't much time.

Bronson needed to let his son know the truth.




Bronson wasn't the only one who had had a stressful night.

Gail Mathis lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling, thoughts of the previous night continuously flooding through her mind. She had been so attracted to Dr. Rodolfo DiLorenzo, and had been having an affair with him for over two years. But last night, she had turned him away, for the first time.

As she thought of Rodolfo, she also kept thinking of her sister-in-law Laurie Northcott, whom, admittedly, she loathed. But what Laurie had said to her the day before had really struck a nerve in Gail. She had framed her brother; he was in jail solely because of her. And she actually felt remorseful about it.

Remorse was certainly not a common feeling for Gail Mathis to have. In her 58 years of living, she had never once felt guilty about anything. And she had long since lost count of the number of terrible things she had done in her life.

Before she knew it, Gail became overwhelmed with emotion. She began to cry. And then she began to sob. Tears poured from her eyes, trickling down her wrinkly cheeks like little rivers, and stained her pillowcase. She lay there on her bed for a good ten minutes, crying uncontrollably. The weight of all the bad things she had done throughout her life had suddenly come crashing down on her.



Today was the big day. Today was the day Julie Mathis would finally marry Graham Deeley.

But it had been a sleepless night for her as well. Images of Didi Phelps' bedroom kept flashing through her mind. And that horrible note.

"IT'S ONLY JUST BEGUN."

Who could have written that? And what did it mean? Julie had been having terrible thoughts all week about this wedding going wrong. And between the bloody cloth, the sudden disappearances of several wedding guests, and that awful note, Julie could only suspect the worst.

But she kept reminding herself, over and over again... the killings were in the past. Not a single violent crime had been committed on Harper's Island since Henry Dunn and John Wakefield were killed. Why, then, would the arrival of her and her wedding party spark more killings? It just didn't make sense. She may have come from a dysfunctional family, but she knew none of them were killers. And she trusted Graham's friends and family enough to know they wouldn't do anything to hurt him or his loved ones.

So what, then, did that note mean? Was it someone just pulling some kind of sick prank? She knew Stacy Stone and her boyfriend, Caleb, well enough to know that they were capable of pulling a stunt like this. If that was the case, then Julie certainly would get her revenge on them.

As she sat on her bed, deep in thought, she was startled by the bathroom door opening. She whirled around to see Graham standing in the doorway, wrapped in a towel. Julie let out a high-pitched shriek.

"Oh my God! Close the door! You're not supposed to see me! It's our wedding day!" she yelped, leaping up from the bed.

"Oh ****! I'm sorry!" he replied, slamming the door as Julie sprinted out of the bedroom, even though it was already too late; Graham had already laid eyes on his future bride.

Julie knew it was bad luck for the bride and groom to see each other on their wedding day. She wasn't a superstitious woman... but she knew that couldn't be a good sign for what was to come.




Andrew McCaffrey sat in silence in his hotel room, while his younger brother, Mikey McCaffrey, stood in the bathroom brushing his teeth, preparing for the day.

"Yo, Mikey," Andrew called suddenly, the first words he had spoken in quite a while.

"What's up, bro?" replied Mikey in a muffled voice, his mouth full of toothpaste.

"C'mere when you're done." A few seconds passed, and Mikey entered the bedroom. "I've been thinking more about what we saw yesterday..."

"You mean that note?" said Mikey.

Andrew nodded. "I mean, you know as well as I do, this island has been totally crime-free for the last ten years. But now all of a sudden a convicted criminal, Gail Mathis, comes here and all this weird **** starts happening. People disappearing, that bloody cloth..."

"You think Gail Mathis is behind all that?"

Andrew sighed and shrugged. "I don't want to think so. But I can't think of any other explanation."

There was a long silence between the two brothers, until finally Mikey broke it. "You don't think she's a murderer... do you?"

"Oh God, don't even say that. If murders started happening on this island for a third time... then damn, this place just might as well be blown up to bits."

The McCaffrey family had lived on the island during both Harper's Island massacres, and had temporarily relocated in both cases before the island was considered safe again. It had taken an emotional toll on the McCaffrey brothers; not only due to the fact that people they had known had been brutally murdered, but also because their own home, the island on which they had grown up, had twice been the scene of several murders.

Mikey had forgotten about it after the second massacre was over. John Wakefield had been the mastermind behind both bloodbaths, and now he was dead, as were all of his known relatives. As far as Mikey was concerned, the island was murder-free.

Andrew, however, didn't feel quite as optimistic. Suddenly he began having the same feelings Julie Mathis had been having all week long.

He felt a horrible, sinking feeling that terrible things were once again about to plague the island.




"Luke, I need to talk to you about something." Bri Bingham sat cross-legged on her bed as her brother Luke got himself dressed.

"What is it, Bri?" he asked, in an almost annoyed tone.

Bri looked around, almost as if someone was hiding in the room, listening to them. "Are Mom and Dad around?"

"Mom went out for a walk, Dad's in his room doing paperwork. What's up?"

Bri sighed heavily. "I've been getting these weird feelings about this place. Like bad things are gonna happen here. To us."

Luke shot his sister an unconvinced expression. "What the **** are you talking about? You're a psychic now?"

"Well, some of the magick of the Wicca religion does let me kind of contact the spirits here on the island..."

Luke belted out a laugh. "You've got to be ****ing kidding me, sis. You're into magic and ghosts now?! God, I thought you would've outgrown that **** by now...."

Bri groaned. "God, Luke, I thought you of all people would at least understand me. I tried telling this to Mom and Dad but they had the same reaction."

"Look, Bri. You know I'm your big brother and you can talk to me about anything... as long as it makes sense. Magic? Ghosts? Sorry, sis, but I don't believe in any of that bullshit, so if you wanna talk to me about it you'd just be wasting your time."

Bri angrily stood up. "Ugh. You can be such an asshole sometimes." And with that, Bri stormed out of the room, and Luke continued to chuckle.



Bri Bingham needed to talk to someone, and she felt as though she had no other choice but to talk to the one woman who had gone through all this before. The woman who had seen the spirits of the island herself, someone who would actually believe what Bri had to say.

Shea Allen heard a knock on her door. She opened it to find the young Bri Bingham standing there; it was one of the last people Shea had been expecting to see.

"Oh. Hi Bri. I thought you were Abby," breathed Shea.

"Who's Abby?" asked Bri as she welcomed herself into the room and sat down on Shea's bed.

"Just an old friend of mine. She said she would be coming here, as moral support, I guess you could say." Shea tried her best to smile.

Bri's expression suddenly became very serious. "Moral support, you mean about the ghosts you saw the other day?" A look of fear appeared on Shea's face, but she didn't answer. Bri continued. "I just want you to know, Ms. Allen... you're not the only one that knows there are spirits here. I can feel them. I might not know any of them... but I can definitely feel them. They're upset. They don't want us here. They know something bad's going to happen."

Shea's expression suddenly morphed from fear to complete horror. "Wh...what did you say?"

Bri remained stoic. "Don't freak out. There's still time. The wedding's today... but I think afterwards, it would be smart for all of us to get off this island. Like, as fast as possible."

"What are you saying, Bri? Are you saying... are you saying that there's a killer out there?"

Bri shrugged. "I don't know exactly. It might not be as serious as that. All I know is that the spirits aren't happy we're here. Bad things are gonna happen. Whether or not that means people are gonna die... I have no clue. But I don't think it's smart for us to risk it. We need to get outta here, Shea."





[MUSIC FROM THE EPISODE: Carolina Liar - "I'm Not Over"]

Yulissa White had spent hours that morning decorating the church, preparing it for the big wedding coming up. And all the while, she felt a huge hole in her stomach.

Yulissa had known Julie Mathis since college, and the two had become close friends. Yulissa had also grown up with Graham, become best friends with him, even developed a deep affection for him. And then came that fateful day when Yulissa had invited Julie to attend a get-together with Graham; little had she known then that Julie and Graham would become close, fall in love, and become engaged to be married. It was Yulissa's worst nightmare. She did her best to hide her feelings by bragging about introducing Julie and Graham and being the one responsible for this wedding happening, but deep down, she truly wished it hadn't happened.

Distracted by her thoughts and the decorating, Yulissa didn't even notice the large group of people that had just entered the church.

"Yulissa?" came a voice, startling Yulissa and causing her to nearly fall off the ladder from which she was hanging wreaths.

Yulissa looked over her shoulder to see Amanda Mathis, Haley Mathis, Josh Weeks, Ryan MacPherson, and Dale Mooney standing in the aisle of the church. She had nearly forgotten that yesterday she had promised the five of them that she would give a brief sightseeing tour of Harper's Island before the wedding took place. She figured it would be a good idea to ease everyone's nerves about the wedding, as well as distract her own mind from her feelings for Graham.

"Oh my God! Sorry guys! I totally forgot. I'll be with you in a second; I'm almost done." Yulissa finished placing the wreath on the wall, then steadily descended the ladder and put it back into the closet where it belonged. "So, how's it look?" She looked around the church, marveling at her accomplishments.

"It looks amazing, Yulie," said Haley, sounding impressed. "This is gonna be such a beautiful wedding."

After making a few last minute adjustments to finalize the decorations of the church, Yulissa led the group out of the church and began showing them around the island. She showed them the Harper's Globe office, the doctor's office, the police station, all the major landmarks of Harper's Island. She would mention any connections that the places had to John Wakefield or the killings of years past; everytime she brought this up, Ryan's interest peaked quite a bit and he would suddenly start asking lots of questions.

Near the end of the tour, the group walked along a long dirt path surrounded by trees, and an eerie change in the weather occurred; a cool breeze picked up.

"And in there is what we call the 'Tree of Woe'; it's where the original seven victims of John Wakefield were strung up after he killed them. Pretty terrible stuff," said Yulissa, pointing in an arbitrary direction.

"Can we see it?" asked Ryan after a pause.

"Nah, it's probably not a good idea to go there," retorted Yulissa rather quickly. "Lots of bad history. Nobody really ever goes see that tree anymore. It should probably be cut down, if you ask me."

Ryan glanced over at Dale; both seemed rather suspicious of Yulissa's objection to see the tree, but they continued on nonetheless.





Bronson Deeley paced back and forth through the corridor of the Candlewick, the article about Gail Mathis' embezzlement clutched in his hand. His heart pounded against his chest; he needed to tell his son. He wasn't sure why, but something inside him kept eating away at him, telling him that this needed to be done before his son finalized his wedding vows and officially became a part of the Mathis family.

Bronson finally stopped in front of his son's bedroom door. He inhaled deeply, his heart still pounding, and knocked gently on the door. Seconds later, Graham opened the door and smiled when he saw his father.

"Hey Dad. What's up?"

Bronson peered into the room, looking around. "Is Julie in there?"

"Nah, she's into that superstition of not seeing the groom. C'mon in." Graham stepped aside, letting his father enter, and shut the door.

"Son, there's something I need to talk to you about," Bronson said, sighing heavily.

Graham's happy expression suddenly faded from his face. "Is something wrong, Dad?" But Graham didn't need a response to know the answer to that question; it was quite clear that something was bothering his father. Graham's eyes went to the piece of paper sitting in Bronson's hand. "What's that?"

Bronson sighed once again as he, too, looked down at the paper he was holding. "I guess you're better off just reading this first, before I say anything." He handed his son the article, and the two men stood in silence for the next several seconds as Graham read the words on the paper. Bronson watched as Graham's expression gradually changed from confusion to annoyance.

Finally, Graham lowered the paper and looked up at his dad, his forehead scrunched in an irritated expression. "Why... why exactly did you feel the need to show me this?"

"I would have shown you earlier, but I just recently found this myself..." said Bronson.

"That's not what I'm asking. Why did you need to show me this, at all?" Graham was starting to raise his voice.

"Don't take this the wrong way, son... but I just wanted to know the kind of family you were marrying into..."

In an unexpected fit of anger, Graham crumpled up the paper in the his hands and violently threw it at the wall. "Well, just for the record, Dad, I'm marrying Julie Mathis... not her mother! I don't give a damn what kind of stuff Gail's done God knows how many years ago, but that's for her to deal with! I've known Julie for years, Dad, and if you're trying to insinuate that she'll pull a stupid stunt like this..."

"No, no, that's not what I'm saying at all..." Bronson stuttered, trying to get a word in edgewise, but his son kept angrily interrupting.

"No, Dad, that's exactly what you're implying! Why else would you feel the need to, on my wedding day, show me an article about some stupid crime Gail Mathis committed twenty-plus years ago? No other explanation would make sense, Dad."

Bronson attempted to reply, but Graham held up a hand, preventing him from speaking.

"Just go, Dad. Please leave. I'll see you later at the wedding... that is, if you still want to see your son marry the daughter of a criminal." Graham forcefully pointed at the door. Bronson wiped his sweaty brow and sighed again; it was clear that his son would hear no more from him. He instantly regretted listening to his instincts; he wished he could turn back the clock and not shown his son that article.

Bronson slowly walked to the door, hoping that for each extra second he stayed in the room, Graham would start to reconsider and apologize to his father. But it never happened. Bronson opened the door and exited the room, and Graham immediately slammed it behind him.

The sound of the door slam cut through Bronson's heart like a knife.




Andrew and Mikey McCaffrey began preparing for the big wedding, which was now only a few hours away. As Andrew put on his tux, Mikey noticed a large ketchup-like stain on his white collared shirt.

"Oh ****! Where'd this huge stain come from?!" said Mikey.

Andrew chuckled as he buttoned up his own shirt, which was perfectly clean. "Spilled something on it one of those nights you got drunk at the Cannery and came stumbling back here?"

"Damn. You're probably right." Mikey glanced at his watch. "Well, I guess I got a few minutes to wash this thing, huh?"

As Andrew continued to dress him, Mikey snatched the white shirt and hurriedly walked through the hallway and down the stairs to the dark, dim basement. He walked through the dank hallways until he reached the door labeled "Laundry". He could hear faint music playing from inside; confused, he knocked on the door and put his ear up against it.

"Hello? Anyone in there?" he asked. When there was no response, Mikey opened the door and entered the brightly lit laundry room. He immediately looked for the source of the music and noticed a small pink iPod resting on one of the tables, attached to a small speaker, from which the music was emanating.

[MUSIC FROM THE EPISODE: HIM - "Join Me In Death"]

And then suddenly, another thing in the room caught his eye. Resting on top of one of the large, heavy-duty dryers was a figure that almost resembled a body. Mikey looked both bewildered and disgusted, but nonetheless he approached the figure. It definitely looked like a body, but it was oddly contorted; the arms and legs were twisted in unnatural ways, and even the back was severely arched. When Mikey reached the dryer on which the figure rested, he turned the body over and immediately recognized the face of Maria Dominguez, with whom he had hooked up just a couple of nights ago.

She was dead.

Mikey felt as though he were punched in the stomach and felt as though he was about to vomit. Maria's face had been badly beaten and bruised; she was almost unrecognizable. And suddenly he felt a feeling of absolute horror; how could this have happened? Her body was so misshapen; someone had to have done this to her.

Before Mikey even had enough time to process the sight before him, an incredible, splitting pain went shooting through his back. A sharp ax had been bludgeoned into his spine by someone. He didn't even have time to turn around to see the face of the killer. Within a fraction of a second, the intense pain went straight to his brain; he felt as if his head were about to explode. Instead, his vision went blurry, the sound of the music began to fade out, and within just a few seconds, it all went black.

As Mikey collapsed to the floor, the killer pulled the bloody ax out of their victim. The killer then lifted Mikey's surprisingly light body and placed it on top of the same dryer, right next to Maria. The two of them had had such chemistry when they were alive; the killer felt it was only fair for them to be together in death.

The killer smirked at the sight of the two bodies laying on top of the dryer, looking as if they were almost cuddling each other in death. With the ax, the killer then smashed apart the iPod, which, ironically enough, was playing a song called "Join Me In Death". So poetic that Maria would happen to have that song on her iPod. The killer then walked to the laundry room door, locked it from the inside, left the room, closed the door, and sliced the doorknob off with the ax, making it impossible for anyone else to get inside.

Mikey and Maria would be in there alone. Together forever.



Bronson couldn't think straight; his mind wasn't even focused on his son's wedding that was rapidly approaching. All he could think about was his confrontation with Graham and how upset he had made his son. And a sudden rage and hatred towards Gail Mathis began to surge through his body.

After several minutes of being alone in his room, Bronson finally made his way to Gail's room and knocked on her door.

"Oh! Hello, Bronson. Come on in, please," she said in her fake polite voice.

Bronson did not return her smile; instead, he stormed into the room, his wrinkly face red with anger.

"I just want you to know, Gail Mathis, that I know about your criminal past," he sputtered, his voice grainy and shaky. "And if you even dare to try and corrupt my only son, so help me God...." He began to threateningly point at Gail.

"Bronson, please..." said Gail as calmly as possible. "I don't know exactly what you're talking about..."

"You damn well know what I'm talking about, you cold-hearted bitch! I know exactly what you did; granted, it may have been several years ago... but stealing over a million dollars?! Are you kidding me?!"

"Oh, that... Listen, Bronson. Please calm down. I want you to rest assured that my mistakes have not carried over to my daughter. She and I both love your son very much and I will certainly not try to 'corrupt' him...."

"Don't you tell me anything about loving my son! You don't love him. You don't give a **** about him. You're a selfish, greedy bitch. You don't love anyone; the only thing you love is your money. And you would do just about anything to get more of it."

Bronson's tone had become threateningly calm and quiet; Gail looked at him with real fear in her eyes.

"Bronson... please. I don't know what more you want me to say. Your son and my daughter are about to get married. There is nothing we can do to stop that..."

"There's nothing we can do to stop it. But there's plenty I can do to make sure you never see my son as long as he's married to your daughter. Do you understand me?"

Gail hesitated, but then nodded, feeling it was pointless to try and argue with Bronson. The elderly man suddenly cleared his throat, adjusted his collar, and without another word, he left the room. Gail closed the door behind him, and suddenly a tear formed in her eye and trickled down her cheek. The guilt of all of her past actions were suddenly coming crashing down on her. It was simply too much for Gail Mathis to handle.



Amanda Mathis had agreed to let her sister, Haley Mathis, and Andrea Northcott to get dressed in her bedroom, with Laurie Northcott there to assist them. Amanda still felt an insane amount of jealousy for the two women for being selected as bridesmaids, especially now; after the sudden disappearance of Stacy Stone and Maria Dominguez, two bridesmaids, Amanda's own sister Julie had still not asked her to take either of the places in the wedding. Amanda felt rather insulted... but she could still dream of having her spot in Julie's wedding party as she stared longingly at Haley and Andrea putting on their beautiful green dresses in front of her.

"It's so weird, isn't it? That me and you are gonna be the only bridesmaids?" Haley asked Andrea as they strapped on their dresses. Amanda sighed; it was like Haley was pouring salt into her wounds.

Andrea shot Haley a look, Amanda's bitterness coming to mind, but the damage had already been done.

"Oh... sorry Mandy. Stacy and Maria were both so short anyway; you wouldn't have fit into their dresses," said Haley, as if that would make Amanda feel any better.

"No, no... it's okay," replied Amanda in a fakely positive tone.

"If it makes you feel any better, I think Andrew's really into you," said Andrea with a wink. "He's a cutie. You should go for that."

"I totally agree, Amanda," Laurie chimed in, though she could barely open her mouth as she held three pins between her lips, helping Andrea with her dress. "You know what they say about weddings. Love and sex is always in the air, especially at the receptions."

"Eww, Mom! I don't need to hear you talking about sex!" said Andrea, to which Haley laughed.

Amanda was deep in thought, thinking of Andrew. She definitely had her eyes set on him; he was an attractive guy and seemed really nice. The only problem was that he had barely given her the time of day since she arrived on the island, which certainly didn't make her feel very confident about her chances with him.

She felt determined, however, to finally find a man. She had been single for far too long... she was willing to do almost anything to change that.




Ryan MacPherson and Dale Mooney were preparing for the wedding as well; Dale was helping his boyfriend Ryan get into his tux. When he was all buttoned up, Ryan turned around to show Dale.

"Well? How do I look?" asked Ryan with a smile.

"You look hot, babe," said Dale. "The hottest groomsman I've ever had the pleasure of dating."

Ryan laughed as he leaned in to kiss Dale. He then went into the bathroom to fix up his hair, and Dale sat by the window, gazing longingly out at the scenery, a million thoughts swimming through his head. He had had his doubts about coming to this wedding, not knowing a single soul other than Ryan. But he had gone out of his way to get to know these people and had actually made a few friends. He felt comfortable now in his surroundings.

There was still something, however, that was a bit unnerving to him. Dale had known from news broadcasts about the terrible Harper's Island murders from ten years ago, and he had been feeling a bit uneasy about coming here to this island. Ryan, though, seemed to feel the exact opposite; he seemed almost obsessed with John Wakefield, with Henry Dunn, with practically anything relating to the horrible massacres that happened here. Dale knew that Ryan had an interest in the minds of psychopaths and murderers, but he couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy about Ryan's near-obsession with the criminal history of Harper's Island.

This was probably the worst time for Dale to start having these uneasy feelings, as he had planned to propose to Ryan during this romantic weeklong vacation. He was strongly hoping these feelings would subside and that he would gather up enough courage to ask for Ryan's hand in marriage, but these thoughts seemed to be consuming him at the moment, and he didn't like it.

It almost was at the point where whenever Ryan brought up Wakefield or Dunn, Dale felt scared. And he didn't like having that feeling.





The wedding was less than three hours away now, but Bronson Deeley still felt terribly distracted from all the events that had took place today. He finally cast those thoughts aside and focused on preparing for the wedding; he didn't have much time.

Bronson walked into the bathroom and stripped out of his clothes, turning the dial on the shower, his body naked, exposed, vulnerable. He stepped inside, under the hot refreshing water, trying his best to clear his mind of his falling out with his son and his argument with Gail. The hot shower was certainly helping to relax him, which is exactly what he needed before this big event.

The radio sitting on the sink next to the shower played a soft, relaxing tune which also helped to calm Bronson down; it had been a long, long time since he had felt this relaxed.

[MUSIC FROM THE EPISODE: Johann Sebastian Bach - "Arioso"]

He was completely oblivious to the intruder that had entered his room.

Slowly and quietly, the person walked around the bedroom, and when they heard the water and the music coming from the bathroom, they knew that the person they were looking for was behind the bathroom door.

Slowly and quietly, the intruder opened the bathroom door, seeing the distorted image of the naked Bronson Deeley behind the frosted glass of the shower. The intruder smirked; just the person they were looking for.

Slowly and quietly, the person walked towards the shower. All the while, Bronson stood there, naked, exposed, vulnerable, completely unaware of what was happening just inches away from him.

The intruder gripped the baseball bat tightly in their hands. And then, in a sudden, quick movement, the person slid open the glass shower door, and before Bronson could comprehend anything, the intruder swung the baseball bat down over the old man's head, knocking him unconscious immediately. Bronson's body crumpled down onto the shower; his already bleeding head smashed against the ceramic wall of the shower, doing even more damage to his brittle skull.

It just took a few more smashes of the baseball bat to ensure the killer that Bronson Deeley was dead.

The killer turned the knobs of the shower, shutting the water off, and, zipping open the large bag they were holding, stuffed Bronson's wrinkly body inside.

The killer needed to get to the church, and fast. There wasn't much time left.



Shea Allen felt very apprehensive. Everything Bri had told her earlier that day was replaying in her head. She took what Bri said very seriously, and truly believed that, once the wedding was over, that she needed to get away. The fact that Abby had still not contacted her worried her even more.

But then, as if on cue, Shea's phone began to jingle, letting her know she had an incoming text. Shea snatched her phone and clicked it open, relieved to see the text was from Abby.

"Meet me at the Tree of Woe right away. It's important."

Shea's feeling of relief turned to confusion. Abby knew the wedding was today; why would she have Shea trek all the way out to the Tree of Woe? Perhaps there was something there she needed to show Shea? Perhaps that was the only place she knew they would have complete privacy? Shea decided not to question it. Instead, she grabbed her overcoat, threw it over her red dress, and hurried out of the Candlewick, her heels clicking as she briskly walked along the pavement.

The walk to the tree seemed to take forever. Shea was so anxious to finally see a familiar face, someone who had gone what she had gone through, someone she could talk to. She was so excited to see Abby, and more importantly, to find out what was so urgent.

As Shea entered the forest, she struggled to walk over the uneven ground and tried her best not to dirty up her dress, but there was really only one thing on her mind right now. She needed to get to that tree.

She finally made it to the large open clearing where the Tree of Woe stood, the same tree where poor Abby had seen her dead mother hanging seventeen years ago.

And as soon as Shea laid her eyes on the tree, a loud scream escaped from her lips and she collapsed to her knees.

There, dangling by her neck from the branches of the Tree of Woe, was the corpse of Abby Mills.





The wedding guests began to assemble inside the church, excited for the big event. Vance White, the reverend, met with Graham in one of the back rooms of the church, joined by Andrew and Ryan.

"Andrew, where the hell is Mikey?" snapped Graham, seeming very tense.

"He had some laundry to do. He left me a text saying he should be here any second."

"Well, the bride will be here any minute. I think we might need to start without him," said Vance, looking at his watch. "Are you okay with that, Graham?"

"Yeah... I mean, I guess," said Graham, wiping sweat from his brow.

Ryan patted Graham on the back. "Relax, buddy. You're getting married. Be excited!"

Outside in the church, the guests lined the pews. Gail Mathis sat in the front row on the bride's side, and continuously glanced over to the groom's side, noticing the front row was suspiciously empty. She had hoped that the confrontation she had had earlier with Bronson hadn't kept him from showing up to his own son's wedding.

"God, where's Dad? I'm surprised he's late..." Rachael whispered to Franklin; she, too, kept looking at the church's doors, waiting for her father to show up.

"He'll make it," whispered Franklin.

Several minutes passed, however, and neither Mikey nor Bronson showed up. After walking out into the church, the first thing Graham noticed was the absence of his father, and he felt a large pit in his stomach, which represented both disappointment and anger.

But the wedding continued on as planned. Music emanated from the church's sound system as the only two bridesmaids slowly walked down the aisle, holding their bouquets. Bri then walked down the aisle, looking rather miserable, but still doing her duties and tossing flower petals onto the floor, joining Andrea and Haley in the front of the church. The music then shifted to the bridal chorus, and Julie appeared, wearing her beautiful white wedding dress. Graham smiled at her from the front of the church as she slowly made her way toward him.

[MUSIC FROM THE EPISODE: Richard Wagner - "Bridal Chorus"]

Finally, she reached the front of the church, and Vance commenced the ceremony. All the while, Yulissa stared at Graham from the pews, an invisible dagger stabbing at her heart. The man of her dreams was now marrying someone else, and it killed her inside.

The ceremony progressed smoothly, and finally Julie and Graham began to recite their vows and exchanged their rings.

"If there is anyone here who objects to the marriage between these two fine young people, speak now or forever hold your peace," boomed Vance, his voice echoing throughout the church.

Everyone sat in silence, though Yulissa secretly imagined herself standing up, stopping the wedding, taking Graham from Julie and living with him happily ever after. Instead, however, she simply closed her eyes and lowered her head.

After a few seconds, Vance glanced over at Luke and nodded slightly at him. That was Luke's cue to do his one duty in the ceremony: to ring the church bell. Luke got up from his seat and walked over to the rope hanging on the side of the church.

"Then, by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you, Graham Deeley, and you, Julie Mathis, man and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

Immediately after Vance said these words, Luke pulled viciously on the rope, the sounds of the bell ringing throughout the church.

And suddenly, before the newly wedded Julie and Graham had the chance to kiss each other, a loud tumbling sound was heard coming from the bell tower just overhead.

A few seconds later, from the opening in the ceiling leading to the bell tower above, something fell, landing directly in the middle of the aisle, just behind Julie and Graham.

It was the naked, battered, bloody corpse of Bronson Deeley, on display for everyone in the church to see.

[Amanda.]

1. Who is/are the killer(s)?
2. Who will die in Episode 5?
3. Who will survive and escape from Harper's Island (if anyone)?

[Tom4784]

1. Who is/are the killer(s)? I think it's Bri's brother.
2. Who will die in Episode 5? One of the Northcott's I think
3. Who will survive and escape from Harper's Island (if anyone)? Bri's probably the only safe bet.

[GypsyGoth]

Once again wonderful writing Amanda :thumbs:

Poor Abby :sad:

1. Who is/are the killer(s)? That jerk Franklin has made my list of suspects

2. Who will die in Episode 5? I hope Frankin, even if he is the killer, I hope he dies.

3. Who will survive and escape from Harper's Island (if anyone)? Amanda, Haley and Bri

[Shaun]

****ing hell, wow. tonnes of death. I can't believe you'd kill off Abby though! :(

kinda expected Jethro, Rodolfo and Bronson. but Mikey too :o

[Shaun]

1 - I think the person who killed the Professor is different to the others, his death appears to be poison, which appears less brutal than the others. I think Andrea's responsible for his. As for the other...I'm suspicious of Vance. He told the others about Didi being "ill"...which is a total fabrication whether he's guilty or not.

2 - One of the gays I'm afraid. Dale.

3 - Shea please. and Bri. and Andrew. and Amanda. wishful thinking? :p

[Amanda.]

Episode 5 probably won't be up for a long while. Since these episodes take ages to write

[Amanda.]

Episode 5 is nearly finished. =)

[Amanda.]

Episode 5 should be posted like today. :)

[Amanda.]

HARPER'S ISLAND 2
EPISODE FIVE: "VROOM"

[THEME SONG: Immediate Music - "Dark Side of Power"]
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Gasps, screams, and sobs echoed throughout the church. They were the only noises anyone could think to make at a moment like this.

Julie Mathis had let out a loud scream of her own as her eyes were transfixed on the dead body; small splats of blood from the corpse of Bronson Deeley had now stained her perfectly white dress. Her groom, Graham Deeley, had a very opposite reaction: he simply stood rigidly still, emotionless, in a complete state of shock.

"Oh my Lord..." uttered Vance White, the minister, whose eyes were also glued, horrified, upon the body laying before him.

Bronson Deeley's body was contorted, twisted, and completely naked; it was almost artistic in a way, yet horribly gruesome. And his body was a sign to everyone within the church that there was a killer out there, and any one of them could be next.


Hours passed since the wedding ceremony, and everyone had gone their separate ways, all of them still very shaken up by the day's events.

Graham and Julie had returned to their room. Graham hadn't spoken a word since saying "I do" at the wedding, which now seemed like an eternity ago to him. His mind was swimming; he kept replaying that horrible encounter he had with his father, the very last time he had ever spoken to him, seen him alive. And Graham had lashed out at him, lost his temper, thrown his own father out of his room. Graham had been furious with his dad, but now none of that anger existed within him. It had all been replaced now by guilt.

The newlywed couple sat in complete silence in their large suite. Julie couldn't bear seeing Graham so distraught, yet she knew he didn't want to talk. So, without saying a word, she excused herself from the room and went down the hall to room 215.

She knocked on the door and it almost immediately swung open. Gail Mathis immediately outstretched her arms and Julie lunged herself at her mother, giving her a hug and starting to cry.

She was still wearing her blood-stained wedding dress.


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Shea Allen could barely control her emotions anymore. Abby Mills, one of the only survivors from the original Harper's Island massacre, was now dead, in front of her very eyes. As the tears streamed down her face, a million thoughts were running through her mind.

Everything she had suspected and feared were now coming to fruition: there was a killer on the island. She then immediately started to fear and panic about her daughter, Madison's safety as well. In spite of the fact she was back home on the mainland, Shea had a terrible suspicion that this killer was perhaps coming after her and her daughter, maybe even Jimmy Mance as well, possibly in order to wipe out any of the original survivors of the massacre.

An hour passed by, which to Shea felt like seconds, and Abby's corpse was still dangling from the Tree of Woe, pale and lifeless. Shea finally gathered enough strength to bring herself to her feet, with only one thing now in her mind.

She needed to get off this island.


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[MUSIC FROM THE EPISODE: "Fur Elise" - Ludwig van Beethoven]

Amanda Mathis, Andrea Northcott, Andrew McCaffrey, Haley Mathis, and Josh Weeks were all gathered in the ballroom of the Candlewick Inn, the very scene where they found the bloody cloth and their suspicions began.

"Didi's gotta be dead. That was definitely part of her shirt we found here, and the killer definitely wrote that note that was in her room," Andrew said aloud, trying to piece everything together.

"But everyone else who's gone missing... Stacy, Maria... Mikey... you think they're all dead too?" said Haley quietly, but nobody responded. Even though they all knew it was probably true, none of them wanted to make themselves believe it.

Andrew suddenly covered his face with his hands. The thought of his little brother being dead was not something he wanted to think about right now. Several seconds passed and he felt a warm hand caressing his back; he looked up to see it was the beautiful redheaded Andrea, smiling slightly at him, trying to ease his pain.

And without warning, without thinking, Andrew leaned in and started kissing Andrea. He didn't know exactly why he did it; perhaps the pain of knowing his brother could be gone was too much for him to bear, and he wanted to do anything possible to rid himself of that pain. Nonetheless, the two remained liplocked for several seconds, but nobody around them seemed to really notice or care. Except for one person, who stared at the kissing couple with a horrible scowl on her face. This was the guy she had set her sights on, the one she was hoping to call her boyfriend by the end of this week.

Amanda Mathis was suddenly burning up with jealousy.
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Yulissa White lay on the soft cushiony couch in the living room of her father's house, staring blankly at the ceiling, thinking about nothing except for Graham Deeley. Sure, the events of the wedding were gruesome and it was terrible that a man was now dead, but Yulissa couldn't stop thinking about Graham, her only true love in life, and how much he must be grieving right now.

Vance White stood in the kitchen, fixing up a pot of coffee. He was still a bit shaken up by the day's events, but he was also feeling a great sense of joy that his daughter was actually under his roof. His relationship with Yulissa had seriously fractured over the last few years; she had always wanted to be independent and live on her own, and it got to the point where the two rarely spoke. And now, after so many years, Yulissa was here in his house.

Vance brought two mugs filled with coffee into the living room. He set one of them on the coffee table, and then sat down in an armchair, sipping on his own cup. Several seconds of silence went by; Vance tried his hardest to think of something to say. He wanted to take advantage of every moment he had alone with his daughter.

"Well... interesting day to say the least, huh?" he said awkwardly. It was the only thing he could think of to say.

Yulissa didn't give a response; she kept staring at the ceiling. Eventually, she turned over and sat up, facing her father.

"I can't even imagine how Graham must be feeling right now," she said suddenly; it was more of a vocalized thought rather than a comment to her father.

"I'm sure he's in a lot of pain. It's a lot to take in; seeing your father's battered dead body drop a mere feet away from you, on your wedding day. It's unfathomable, really," said Vance, shaking his head and taking another sip of coffee.

Yulissa stared absently at the floor, still thinking intently about Graham.

"Drink some of your coffee, honey. It'll make you feel better," Vance said after another long stretch of silence.

He didn't get the response he was hoping for, however; instead, Yulissa got to her feet.

"Thanks Dad, but I can't. I need to go see Graham," she said hurriedly, and before Vance could protest, she was out the door. The reverend let out a heavy sigh; Yulissa was slipping away from him more and more by the second, and with a killer on the loose once again, he wanted nothing more than to spend every moment possible with his only daughter.


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Dale Mooney sat on the edge of the king-sized bed, which, just a few hours ago, was occupied by him and his boyfriend, Ryan MacPherson. After the horrific events of the wedding, however, that moment seemed like an eternity ago to Dale. The images kept replaying in his mind, of Graham's father's body laying there, bloody and broken, in the middle of the church. It was a gruesome scene, and whoever had done this to Bronson Deeley clearly managed to accomplish what they were after: the killer had instilled fear in all the wedding guests.

Ryan MacPherson stepped out of the bathroom, having just washed his face with warm water, which Dale suggested to help ease his mind. As much as Ryan was fascinated by death and murder, the events at the church were a lot for him to handle as well. This was the father of one of his best friends, his college roommate, that had been brutally murdered. It was a lot to soak in.

After drying his face, Ryan joined Dale on the end of the bed. Dale's first instinct was to hug his boyfriend, the only person with whom he truly felt close on this island, the only person that he could confide in, the only person with whom he felt safe. And then, Dale began to cry uncontrollably into Ryan's shoulder. Everything that had happened was just so overwhelming to him, he could think of nothing else to do. Ryan returned the hug, embracing his boyfriend, but didn't shed a tear of his own.

While Dale was clearly expressing a great deal of fear and grief, Ryan was feeling quite the opposite.

Ryan MacPherson felt nothing but anger.

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Rachael Bingham was probably one of the most emotionally shaken up of all the wedding guests. The family of four - her husband, Franklin, and her children, Bri and Luke - were all gathered in her bedroom, feeling that they needed to stay together as a family more than ever right now. Franklin gave Rachael a tall glass of water and sat down beside her on the bed, caressing her back as tears streamed down her face. It was perhaps the kindest Bri and Luke had ever seen their father act toward their mother.

Neither Bri nor Luke showed very much emotion; Bri sat upright, her eyes glazed over, clearly in deep thought, a million things running through her mind. Luke simply sat hunched, cracking his knuckles, looking at the floor.

"I'm sure by the end of the day we'll all be outta here. We'll take some boats and we'll go back to the mainland," said Franklin in an uncharacteristically calm and soothing voice.

Rachael sniffed. "I can't leave my father's body here. And I can't leave here without knowing who did this."

"She's right," muttered Luke. "As much as I'd love to get out of this **** hole, how are we ever gonna find out who's been doing this? All the evidence is right here on the island."

"We've got the police here to handle that," replied Franklin.

"How do we know they're not dead too?" said Luke, very matter-of-factly.

There was a long pause. Bri suddenly stood up, a panicked look on her face.

"What is it, honey?" asked Rachael.

"We have to find Shea."


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Shea Allen raced to the marina, desperate to find a boat and get the hell off this island. She couldn't even think about the fates of the other wedding guests at this point; she couldn't bear it. All she cared about now was to get off this island, away from the murders, and get back home safely to her daughter Madison.

But Shea's heart lurched when she saw what was at the marina. Or rather, her heart lurched when she saw what wasn't at the marina.

There wasn't a single boat attached to the docks.

Immediately, Shea began to panic. She sprinted over to the harbormaster's office on the other side of the marina. Without even knocking, she burst through the door. Lying motionless on the floor in their own blood were the two harbormasters, both brutally slaughtered. Shea didn't even scream; the emotion of finding Abby's dead body had practically desensitized her. Instead, Shea looked at the bodies, noticing that their blood was still somewhat wet: they couldn't have been dead for any longer than 24 hours.

And instantly, an overwhelming fear came over Shea Allen.

A killer was most definitely on this island. And there was no way out.


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Amanda Mathis was lying on her bed, alone in her room, with nothing but her thoughts to keep her company. In spite of everything that had gone on in the church earlier that day, Amanda could think of nothing else but that kiss between Andrea and Andrew. Being single at 32 years old was never something Amanda had imagined for herself, or hoped for. She had never had a boyfriend, never had someone to care about her; her own family hardly cared about her. All this made Amanda Mathis a very lonely person.

Andrew McCaffrey was someone Amanda was indeed attracted to, but alas, just like every other guy she had had her eyes set on, he barely knew, or cared, that she existed. Perhaps it was just Amanda's lack of social skills that was her biggest fault; she certainly didn't see herself as ugly or mean. She was just a very quiet person, which always made her sort of the black sheep of her family.

Suddenly, a knock came at Amanda's door, which surprised and startled her. 'Who could possibly be wanting to see me right now?' she thought. Nonetheless, she got up and opened the door. There at the threshold stood Julie Mathis, her own sister, the woman whom had hurt her so much by refusing to ask her to be in her own wedding party.

Julie grinned slightly at her sister. "Hi. Can I come in?"

Amanda didn't respond, but she stepped aside to allow her sister to enter. The two women sat down and a rather uncomfortable silence followed.

"So... um, how is Graham doing?" asked Amanda awkwardly.

"Not so great. He hasn't said a word," replied Julie.

"Look... I'm really sorry about all this, about how your wedding was ruined..."

"Don't be sorry. This is something really serious, and really scary. And to be honest, it's something I've kind of been expecting ever since we got here," added Julie.

"You've been expecting it?" asked Amanda suspiciously.

"Well, not specifically what happened today. But with all the terrible history that this island has... it always really worried me and scared me that we would be having our wedding on the same island where another wedding was brutally murdered," said Julie quietly, and she literally shivered as a chill went down her spine.

Another long silence occurred between the two women, before Amanda once again broke it.

"So, um... so why exactly did you come to see me?" she asked.

Julie looked up at her sister, finally looking her in the eye, and Amanda could see a tear trickling down Julie's face.

"I'm scared, Amanda. And ever since all this started happening, I've been really scared for our family. One of us could be next. And at a time like this... family is more important to me than anything."

Amanda didn't respond; instead, she slightly scoffed and looked almost offended.

"So you're saying it took the death of your fiance's father in order for you to finally come to me? You've been a terrible sister, Julie. I've been your big sister for 30 years and you still barely even acknowledge me. You ask me to your wedding but you don't put me in your wedding party? That hurts, Julie. It hurts that you chose a joke like Stacy Stone over me..."

Julie jumped to her feet, now looking angry. "Stacy's probably dead, Amanda! How can you be so goddamn selfish at a time like this?!"

"I'm not being selfish, Julie," said Amanda, remaining calm. "I just want an answer why, after all these years, you've been so distant. Why everyone in our family has treated me like the outcast."

Julie did not sit back down. She stood with her arms folded, tears still rolling down her cheeks, her face now red with anger. "I think you've just proven why, you cold-hearted bitch."

And without waiting for a response, Julie left the room and slammed the door behind her.


Gail Mathis sat alone in her room, staring blankly at an arbitrary spot, deep in thought. Like most of the other wedding guests, she kept thinking of the scene in the church, of Bronson Deeley, the man who had confronted her before the wedding, the man who, just hours later, was brutally murdered and put on display in front of everyone.

The conversation she had had with Bronson before his death remained embedded in her brain. Her guilt about her criminalistic past had been building suddenly over the last couple days, but seeing Bronson explode at her so viciously had sent her over the edge. She couldn't bear to deal with the guilt of her actions anymore.

Just then, a knock came at her door. Gail opened it to find Laurie Northcott standing there; surprisingly, she was grinning at her sister-in-law. The two women sat down, but Gail avoided eye contact. The last discussion she had had with Laurie had been similar to the one with Bronson; it had ended with Gail feeling miserable with guilt.

"Look, Gail... I know what I said to you a couple days ago, well... kind of upset you," said Laurie. "But after everything that happened today... well, it just allowed me to put things into perspective. And I apologize for the things I said."

Gail simply sat there; she did not respond, and she did not look Laurie in the eye.

"I'm not expecting you to accept my apology just yet," continued Laurie. "I just want you to know how I feel. I'm sure you're a little freaked out just like everyone else is, I'm sure." And with that, the beautiful country singer stood up and excused herself from the room.

Truth be told, Laurie Northcott still had an extreme hatred for Gail Mathis. She was the woman who framed her husband, she was the reason he was stuck behind bars.

But with a killer now on the loose, Laurie much preferred to be safe than sorry.


Graham Deeley had locked himself in his room for hours. The sun was now starting to set. He could think of nothing else but his father, his horrible last moments with him, and how guilty he felt for what he had said and done to the man that had loved him and raised him.

The more he thought about it, the more trivial the whole blowout seemed to him. Bronson had simply been concerned for his son; he was giving Graham a warning. And the more Graham thought of it, perhaps his father's concerns were true. It seemed as though everything had been going downhill ever since he came to the island, with the entire Mathis family in his company.

Perhaps a Mathis was behind all this.

Graham tried his hardest to rid himself of these thoughts; this was his bride's family he was now suspecting of murder. He knew the Mathis family had a few blemishes on their criminal records, but he knew none of them could be killers.

...Or could they?

[MUSIC FROM THE EPISODE: "Points of Authority" - Linkin Park]

Nonetheless, Graham knew above all else that he needed to protect the people he loved and cared about, the people that were still alive. He got to his feet for the first time in hours, and he walked over to the large chestnut dresser on the other side of the room. He opened one of the top two drawers, and sitting there was a pistol. Graham had been carrying a gun on him for years; he was the first person to admit that he was a paranoid person, but he felt he could never be too safe.

And now was a more perfect time than ever to be armed. There was a killer out there on the island, someone who had just brutally murdered his father, along with several other innocent people, no doubt.

Whoever that person was... Graham Deeley was going to make sure they'd pay.


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Dusk began to fall on Harper's Island. Julie Mathis had called up the trolley conductor to transport all the wedding guests to the marina so they could leave the island. It needed to be done.

As Julie, accompanied by several other wedding guests, waited outside for the trolley to arrive, she noticed someone in the distance, wearing what once had been a bright red dress, but was now dirt-stained and faded. Shea Allen was running, as fast as she could, toward the inn. She was clearly emotionally disheveled.

"Shea! What's going on?" Rachael Bingham asked her friend as Shea approached the crowd.

Shea took a few seconds to catch her breath before she could speak. "The marina... all the boats are gone. The harbormasters are dead..."

Several gasps were heard among the crowd, many of their faces showing complete terror.

"There's a killer on the island again!" screamed Shea.

"We know, Shea... at the wedding... my dad..." began Rachael, but her voice cracked and she stopped speaking.

Shea shook her head, still breathing heavily. "I can't.... I can't handle this..."

Julie, who perhaps looked the most terrified out of anyone, spoke up in as calm of a tone as she could muster. "Okay, everyone, seriously, let's try not to panic. Maybe we can get to the police station... if they're still there, I'm sure they can help us out. Maybe get a plane or helicopter or boat or something to come get us off this island."

"That's a good idea," said Rachael, who had now suddenly regained her composure.

"I don't know if we should all go, though," said Andrea Northcott. "I'd say maybe one or two people go and get some help. The rest of us stay here, where we're all together and... I dunno, maybe at least a little bit safe..."

"I saw a truck out in the lot, we might be able to use that," said Rachael.

"Perfect. Who wants to volunteer?" asked Ryan MacPherson.

Haley Mathis, the maid of honor, looked over at her boyfriend, Josh Weeks, who returned her stare. She nodded at him, and he very subtly nodded back.

"Josh and I will go. You guys stay here at the inn; stay together. We'll get there as soon as we can, and we'll call you up when we get some info," said Haley.

Julie suddenly started crying, and she threw her arms around her little sister. "Please be careful," she whispered.

Haley patted Julie on the back, then broke from the hug, grabbed Josh's hand, and pulled him along to the lot of the Candlewick, where a single green truck was parked. The doors were unlocked and the keys sat perfectly on the driver's seat, as if welcoming someone to just jump right in and drive it. Despite the suspicion of it all, Haley hopped right into the driver's seat as Josh took his place on the passenger's side. She thrust the keys into the ignition, turned it on, and drove out the gravely parking lot as music started blasting from the stereo system.

[MUSIC FROM THE EPISODE: "Falling Down" - Atreyu]

Due to the rocky conditions of the unpaved roads, Haley barely accelerated the car. At the same time, she was taking extra caution to keep an eye out for any surprises that might jump out. With a killer on the loose, needless to say it made her a bit nervous.

The road from the Candlewick to the police station brought the couple through a thick part of the woods, and the rocky street steadily began to steepen; the fact that the Candlewick was set on the highest point of Harper's Island meant that, naturally, the road would eventually be going downhill. As the angle of the road increased, the large truck began to pick up speed. Haley gently tapped the break.

Nothing happened.

Suddenly, Haley's heart began to rapidly beat. Josh looked over at his girlfriend, noticing she was starting to panic.

"Josh... Josh... the brakes..." she stuttered, gripping the steering wheel tightly, now trying to slam on the brakes, but with no result. The car was continuing to gain speed as the road grew even steeper. "JOSH!"

The road grew steeper and the car moved faster. There was nothing they could do. The car was moving too fast now for them to jump out; surely they'd be killed if they even tried. Haley spotted a giant, menacing oak tree right ahead of them, when the otherwise straight rocky road would finally make a turn. She knew she only had seconds left.

Haley Mathis looked over at her boyfriend, panicking and terrified, tears already forming in her eyes.

Josh Weeks looked over at her as well, showing hardly any emotion of his own. But Haley could have sworn she saw a single tear glimmering in his eye. A split second before the truck crashed explosively into the massive oak tree, Josh uttered three words, loudly and clearly.

"I love you."
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QUESTIONAIRE:


01. Who is/are the killers?
02. Who will die in Episode 6?
03. Who will escape Harper's Island?


Claudia, I know you're mad Haley died, but rejoice, Josh died with her.

[Tom4784]

01. Who is/are the killers? The teenage son I think, Luke.
02. Who will die in Episode 6? A matthis I'm thinking Amanda
03. Who will escape Harper's Island? Shea and Bri are the only ones I think are safe.

I'm glad you returned to this.

[Shaun]

well they deserved to die if they were that silly.

glad this is back though, Amanda :)

Killer: Methinks Vance/Vince (i can't remember names haha) still.
Die next: Hmm...I have a feeling Shea's not going to last long.
Escape: I can see this ending with a death pact kinda vibe. I'm optimistic.

[Amanda.]

Up to Episode 8 has been written if I'm not mistaken, so I'll be posting an episode a day. :)

[Amanda.]

HARPER'S ISLAND 2
EPISODE SIX: "SHATTER"

[THEME SONG: Immediate Music - "Dark Side of Power"]

An hour had passed since Haley Mathis and Josh Weeks had left for the police station; the sun had now set, nobody had heard anything from the couple, and Julie Mathis could only think the worst as she stood at one of the giant windows, glaring out into the darkness.

She ran her hands through her long blond hair, tears forming in her eyes, starting to panic. "There's something wrong. They should have called by now. The killer...the killer must have got them," she gasped, unable to hold back her tears any longer. She checked her phone again to see if she had missed a call, but there was nothing.

Andrea Northcott walked up behind her cousin and began to rub her shoulders to calm her down. "You can't assume the worst, babe. They could be lost, or they could have no service... there's, like, a million reasons why they haven't called."

Andrea's stepmother, Laurie, suddenly stepped into the scene. "I hate to be the wet blanket here, but this killer... I mean, they could be anywhere."

"If there is a killer on this island," said Gail Mathis, sitting on a nearby armchair, listening to the whole conversation, "it must be someone in this wedding party."

All three women shot looks of fear and terror at Gail after hearing this.

"You say you think Didi the innkeeper's been killed. Nobody else but this wedding party has access to this hotel for the entire week. And Bronson... he was killed and put on display at the wedding ceremony. It's got to be one of us."

Consumed so much by all the emotions that had overwhelmed her over the past few days, Gail spoke in a very matter-of-fact and desensitized tone. Even the prospect of her own daughter, Haley, being dead hadn't seemed to phase her. But all the while, the truth of Gail's statement hit Julie Mathis like a bag of bricks.

It only made sense for the killer to be a wedding guest.
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The Bingham family sat in an adjacent room; Luke and Bri sat on the large, plush couch while Rachael sat cuddled up on a sleeping Franklin's lap in a large chair. Shea Allen sat on a nearby stool, twiddling her thumbs, being able to think of nothing but all the death she had witnessed in just one day.

Bri broke the long stretch of silence that lingered in the room, and she turned to face Shea.

"You said your friend Abby's dead... what about the other guy who survived last time? Abby's boyfriend?" she asked quietly.

Rachael perked her head up and glared at her daughter. "Bri! Leave Shea alone!"

Shea simply waved her hand at Rachael. "It's okay, Rachael." She then looked Bri in the eye. "I'm going to tell him in due time, Bri. But for now, I don't think it would be a good idea to get him involved. For all I know, this killer could be out to kill all the survivors of the original massacre, and if that's true, I don't want to bring him, or Madison, into the mix."

Bri smirked comfortingly and patted Shea on the hand. "I think that's the best idea, Shea. We all need to get through this together."

Rachael and Luke exchanged concerned looks; perhaps it was the possibility that Bri had been summoning her Wicca powers to predict more things for the future? Perhaps it was the fact Bri was starting to become too close to Shea, who was essentially like a walking target? Or perhaps it was something else...

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Graham Deeley stood in his room, staring at the pistol in his hand. Every fiber of his being wanted so badly to find the culprit, find the person responsible for killing his father, and quite possibly killing other people he cared about, like Didi and Mikey.

Suddenly, without warning, someone burst through his bedroom door. His reflexes caused him to cock the gun and point it at the intruder, who let out a high-pitched scream.

It was Yulissa White.

"Graham! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" she shrieked.

Graham immediately put down the gun. "Yulie, what are you doing here?"

"I-I came here to see you! And I'm damn glad I did! Why are you holding a gun?!" she shouted.

"Shhh!" Graham shushed her and approached her, placing an arm on her shoulder to calm her down. "Relax, Yulie, I'm not gonna kill anyone."

"You... you didn't kill your dad, did you?" asked Yulissa, though she immediately regretted saying the words as soon as they left her mouth; she couldn't believe she was accusing Graham of murder. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that."

"No, it's okay. It's okay. I didn't kill him. But whoever did is sure as hell gonna pay," he said, eying the gun again, and Yulissa looked uneasily at him.

Several seconds passed; Yulissa's heart pounded against her chest. She had come here to comfort Graham, to see how he was doing... but above all else, she came here to tell him something. To tell him her true feelings.

"Listen... Graham... there's something I have to tell you..." she said, her voice shaking.

"What is it, Yulie?" Graham asked after she went quiet for several seconds.

Yulissa took a deep breath, trying to find the strength to get the words out.

"Graham... I love you."

And suddenly, a rush of courage went through Yulissa. She did something that she had never had enough guts to do in her entire life, in spite of having these feelings for as long as she could remember. Yulissa lunged at Graham, threw her arms around him, and began to kiss him.

And, to Yulissa's delight, Graham did not pull away.

[MUSIC FROM THE EPISODE: Fiona Apple - "Criminal"]

The moment happened all so fast; it was like a blur. Yulissa pulled Graham's shirt off and began running her hands down his chiseled abs. He reciprocated and began to undress her as well. The two of them fell backwards onto the large, plush bed of the honeymoon suite.

The very bed that Julie and Graham were supposed to be happily sleeping in as the newly married couple.

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Ryan MacPherson, Dale Mooney, Andrew McCaffrey, and Amanda Mathis were all gathered in the sitting room on the first floor, right near the front entrance of the Candlewick. The wedding guests had all agreed to stay in groups of at least three or four, as there was always strength in numbers.

Dale was sleeping soundly, his head laying on Ryan's shoulder, who in turn was stroking Dale's arm lovingly. Amanda, on the other hand, sat awkwardly beside Andrew. So many feelings were bottled up inside her. This was her moment, her chance... she was finally alone with Andrew, or as alone as she would likely ever get with him. She looked over at the gay couple sitting across from her, longingly wishing she had someone to care about her like that. The kiss between Andrea and Andrew kept replaying in her brain, as much as she tried to erase it completely.

Amanda decided it was finally time to act on her feelings. She looked over at Andrew, stared at him for several seconds, but he never returned her gaze. Instead, he simply stared into space, thinking about his brother, and how he was likely dead. He also was thinking of Andrea Northcott, the beautiful redhead, whom he had shared that passionate moment with earlier in the day. He thought of how much she had eased his pain, and how he wished she was here right now to comfort him again.

Suddenly, Amanda Mathis leaned in and awkwardly placed a kiss on Andrew's cheek, and he immediately turned his head to look at Amanda. She immediately blushed and pulled away.

"I'm... I'm sorry," she stuttered.

"Sorry Amanda, but now's really not the time," he said, and he looked away again, rubbing his temple, returning to his thoughts about his brother.

Amanda curled up into a ball on her chair and hugged her knees. She wanted to cry. She had been given this one chance, a perfect chance, to finally score with someone, to maybe finally get a boyfriend.

And she totally blew it.


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More time had passed; it was almost 4 AM, and Julie was losing patience.

"Alright, I'm done waiting. We need to go out there and get help. It's been hours," she said, finally leaving her spot by the large window. Julie prayed for the best, that Haley and Josh had made it to the police station in one piece, that they were getting help and that everyone would soon be rescued... but she couldn't help but think the worst.

"Julie, it's not safe..." said Gail meekly.

"Mom! Haley's out there! She could be dead! Why aren't you as worried as I am?!"

Before waiting for a response from her mother, Julie looked around the large room, noticing it was emptier than it had been before. Her heart began to race.

"Where's Andrea and Laurie?"


The country singer and her beautiful stepdaughter had left the room, feeling Julie and Gail needed their space; after all, Haley had now gone missing. It was all very hard for Andrea to comprehend as well... she had been very close to her cousins Julie and Haley growing up (she had never really bonded much with Amanda). And with these murders occurring now, it was all very scary to her.

But there was one person here on the island with her that she trusted and loved more than anything. Laurie Northcott may not have been Andrea's biological mother, but she was the closest thing she had ever known to a real mother. The two had so much in common; in fact, Andrea considered Laurie as more of a sister than a mother. She felt so secure and safe with Laurie nearby.

As the two women strolled through the Candlewick, they made sure to remain extra cautious. Gail's statement had kept replaying in their minds, about how the killer had to have been one of the wedding guests. If that was the case, then the killer was almost definitely here in this building. Andrea almost started to regret leaving Julie and Gail, but she was a strong woman, and, together with Laurie, she felt confident she'd be able to take down any foe.

"How 'bout we go to the ballroom and play a little music? Calm our minds a bit?" asked Laurie in her Southern drawl.

Andrea nodded in agreement and the two women reached the giant doors leading to the ballroom, which was very dimly lit, the moonlight shining through the giant windows. As the women made their way to the other end of the ballroom where the grand piano sat majestically, Andrea could have sworn she heard a third pair of footsteps behind them.

Laurie took her seat on the cushy piano bench as Andrea stood nearby, resting her elbow upon the shiny piano top. Laurie began to play a soothing tune, which echoed eerily throughout the empty ballroom.

[MUSIC FROM THE EPISODE: Rascal Flatts - "Bless The Broken Road"]

Andrea and Laurie sang in unison, smiling and laughing as they did so. And then, Laurie stroked one of the higher keys on the piano, but scrunched her face in confusion when no noise emitted from the piano. They both stopped singing; Laurie tapped the key several times again, but no music was heard.

"Hmm. That's funny," she said.

Andrea lifted the cover of the piano to look inside; she immediately noticed one of the piano wires had been snapped and was missing.

"There's a wire missing..." said Andrea, still looking inside the piano. She was suddenly startled by a loud gasping and gagging sound. Andrea bolted upright to find the missing piano wire wrapped tightly around Laurie Northcott's neck. Laurie clawed at the wire, trying to get it off, but there was someone behind her pulling it tighter and tighter.

"Andrea... help..." Laurie choked, but the wire dug deeper into the country singer's neck, ripping into her vocal chords. Andrea was paralyzed with fear; she simply stood and watched the scene play out before her, not even getting a glance of the person strangling her stepmother.

Laurie kicked and struggled, but she was losing strength. Her eyes began rolling into the back of her head, and the wire was now cutting through her neck. Blood seeped from the cut, and with one final, powerful yank, the killer pulled on the wire. Laurie Northcott's head became detached from her neck and dropped on the floor with a loud thud. Andrea screamed, but the killer lunged forward and covered the redhead's mouth with their hand, silencing her cries for help, making sure nobody in the Candlewick heard her.

Andrea could think of nothing to do now but sob. Watching Laurie get murdered in front of her, Andrea suddenly felt powerless, defenseless. And then, the wire that had just killed her stepmother was now being wrapped around her own neck. Unlike Laurie, however, Andrea didn't put up a fight. She had lost all energy, all hope. Andrea had already accepted her fate.

In the moments before the piano wire beheaded the gorgeous Andrea Northcott, she looked up into the eyes of her killer; those wicked, remorseless eyes that seemed to smile with evil pleasure. Andrea couldn't believe that this was the person responsible for terrorizing the wedding.

But before she could think of anything else, everything went black, and Andrea's head plopped onto the floor, conveniently rolling and stopping right next to the head of her beloved stepmother.

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Hours passed, and sunlight finally began to peer its way over Harper's Island. Most of the wedding guests had fallen asleep in their positions, many of them exhausted after the long and stressful day. Gail had convinced Julie to get some rest and not worry about looking for people until the morning; as difficult as it was for her, Julie managed to fall asleep in her mother's arms.

Miles away from the Candlewick, in the small house of the Whites, Vance the reverend lay on his couch, having hardly gotten any sleep at all the night before. He felt terribly lonely, now more than ever, after the murder of Bronson Deeley. He had been unfortunate enough to live through both Harper's Island massacres, but had also been quite fortunate to have survived, along with his beloved daughter, Yulissa.

But now, he didn't feel quite so secure. He and Yulissa were involved now in this wedding. They were part of the central group that seemed to be getting targeted. This, to Vance, was not a good sign.

And, unlike the last two massacres, Yulissa had seemed so willing to leave her father's side and go off on her own. It made Vance nervous; he worried about his daughter every day, despite the fact that she was slipping away from him further and further by the minute, it seemed. But Vance couldn't help but be concerned about his daughter's safety. With yet another murderer on the loose, all he wanted right now was to be close with his daughter.

As much as he hated to think about it, each second they had spent together could possibly be their last.

As the sunlight started to peek through the windows of the Whites' house, glistening the glass and creating unique shapes and patterns on the walls and floors, Vance sprung up off the couch for the first time in hours and rushed to the closet near the front door. He snatched his black coat off the hanger, flung it over his shoulders, and forcefully stormed out the door.

He couldn't take it anymore. He wasn't going to sit here in his house, alone, doing nothing. He needed to be with the wedding party to support them, to help protect them. And most importantly, he needed to be with his daughter.

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Julie Mathis woke up as soon as the sun began to slightly light up the room in which she had been sleeping. Her mother, Gail, was still snoring slightly in the large armchair. The pretty young blonde stood up; she had been well rested, but she had certainly not forgotten anything about last night. She needed to find her friends and family. But first, there was one person she wanted to see more than anyone else right now.

Her groom. Graham Deeley.

Julie briskly walked through the hotel, searching for the love of her life. She needed to see him, to have him comfort her, to help her deal with all the stress she was feeling. She was sure he was also going through a lot of stress and heartache right now, and she figured he would need Julie to comfort her as well.

One of the last places she looked was the honeymoon suite. She opened the door, walked in, and her heart dropped.

There, on the bed, under the covers, with no clothes on, sleeping in each other's arms, were Graham Deeley and Yulissa White.

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More and more of the wedding guests began to wake up, and eventually they all met together in the large sitting room. Julie had returned, but was remaining very quiet. Tears were streaming down her face, but nobody questioned her, assuming she had just been overcome with emotion over the events at the wedding.

"Alright, we haven't gotten any word from Haley or Josh, right?" said Andrew McCaffrey, who had decided to conduct the meeting.

There was no response, so Andrew continued.

"We're not gonna get anything accomplished by sitting here in the Candlewick, so I think the best thing for us to do is to stick together and just search the island, see if anybody else is around. We'll be fine if we stay together in a group, but we'll need to be armed. I know there's a gun cabinet here in the inn, and there should be enough for about half of us."

The group agreed; Andrew led them all to the cabinet located right near Didi's room. Inside were shotguns, which he handed to himself, Ryan, Dale, Franklin, and Luke. There was a sixth gun inside.

"Do any of the women know how to shoot a shotgun?" asked Andrew, but before he got an answer, another male voice spoke up.

"I'll take that last gun, Andrew." Graham Deeley stood in the back of the group, with Yulissa standing by his side.

Julie suddenly felt a surge of anger and hatred. Graham stepped forward, received the gun from Andrew, and rubbed Julie's shoulder as he walked past her again. Another tear fell down her face, but she quickly wiped it away. Now was not the time to let her emotions get the better of her; first and foremost, she needed to get off this island safely.


The group of thirteen - Amanda Mathis, Andrew McCaffrey, Bri Bingham, Dale Mooney, Franklin Bingham, Gail Mathis, Graham Deeley, Julie Mathis, Luke Bingham, Rachael Bingham, Ryan MacPherson, Shea Allen, and Yulissa White - all traversed the island together, in a tight cluster, trying to stay safe. None of them for certain knew who or what exactly they were trying to stay safe from; for all they knew, the killer could have been within their cluster of people right now. But if that was the case, the killer would be absurd to do anything now, with six people armed with powerful shotguns.

They walked down deserted roads, through thick forests, up rocky hills, all the while seeing no sign of human life. The island was like a ghost town.

"Where the hell is everyone?" muttered Ryan under his breath, holding his shotgun up high, ready to fire at any disturbance.

Ryan, Graham, Andrew, Dale, and Franklin were all cautiously walking with their guns, while Luke, at only 18 years old, was smiling the whole time. It was his first time ever holding a real gun, one with a lot of power, one with the ability to kill just about anything with only one blow. He couldn't think of any greater pleasure than this.

Suddenly, Franklin heard something rustling as the group made its way through some woods. He immediately raised his gun up to eye level and put his finger on the trigger. Someone stumbled out from behind a thicket of trees, and Franklin was just about to fire when Vance White yelled out and threw his arms into the air.

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot!" he begged.

"Franklin, put the gun down!" screamed Rachael, lunging at her husband and grabbing his wrists, pulling his arms down and seeming almost deranged as she did so.

"Dad! What are you doing out here?" Yulissa said as she made her way to the front of the group, getting closer to her father.

Vance didn't respond, but simply embraced his daughter in a hug and started to sob.

"Oh Yulie... I was so worried about you..."

After a few seconds, Yulissa pulled herself out of the hug and looked her father in the eye. "Dad, is there anybody else on the island? Anyone?"

"I... I haven't seen anyone... the place is practically deserted," he said, hiccuping through his tears.

"How the hell did everyone get off the island? This murderer couldn't have possibly killed every single person on this island in one night," said Gail.

"Who knows? Maybe Haley and Josh got to the police station okay, told them what was going on, and the island got evacuated," said Dale.

"Then why weren't we informed? And why haven't Haley and Josh gotten back to us?!" snapped Julie.

"Well, actually..." said Vance, starting to regain his composure. "There is something I should tell you all. The day before the wedding, I received a phone call from the police saying that they were evacuating the island temporarily. I asked why, but they wouldn't give me an answer. I... I should have told you all, but I figured we would continue with the wedding and leave immediately after. But... but then I got word that all the boats in the harbor were gone, and now we haven't heard anything from the police..."

"Dad... why, why wouldn't you have told us?! If they were evacuating the island, of course it had to have been serious!" shouted Yulissa.

"I know, I know! When I got that call I thought it was some kind of sick prank; the voice didn't sound anything like any police officer I know on this island! He told me he was Officer Rick when I asked, but the guy on the phone sounded nothing like Rick..."

"Alright, alright, now's not the time to worry about that. There's nothing we can do about it now," said Andrew, trying to take control of the situation. "It still wouldn't hurt to search the island and see if anyone else stayed behind. We're gonna need all the help we can get."


With Vance White now part of the group, there were now fourteen wedding guests roaming the island together - the only fourteen survivors remaining.

It wasn't much longer before they reached what was commonly known to locals as the "Harper's Plaza"; it was where all the major businesses were located, mainly the Cannery and the Harper's Island clinic. The group figured both were perfect places to search and scope out; as two of the biggest landmarks on the island, they would probably be good hiding places for anyone who may have encountered the killer, and they would also be good places to search for more weapons and, in the case of the clinic, some First Aid supplies to carry around with the group.

The fourteen survivors divided themselves in half to search the two places - Andrew, Bri, Graham, Luke, Shea, Vance, and Yulissa all went to the Cannery to gather up supplies and search for bodies or survivors. The rest of the group - Amanda, Dale, Franklin, Gail, Julie, Rachael, and Ryan - all went to the clinic to search for medical kits as well as bodies or survivors.

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As expected, the Cannery was empty. Nonetheless, the seven people exploring the Cannery decided to go their separate ways to find anything they could use; Andrew, Graham, and Shea stayed in the main bar area to find any supplies they thought they would need; Bri and Yulissa searched the storage room together; Vance went into the tool shed in the backyard to find any possible weapons; and Luke searched the small garage.

In the storage room of the Cannery, Yulissa frantically searched through the various cabinets, trying to find anything useful besides alcohol. Meanwhile, Bri Bingham simply propelled herself up onto one of the counters and sat there, dangling her feet and watching Yulissa.

"You have a thing for my uncle, don't you?" asked Bri, very bluntly.

Yulissa stopped what she was doing and shot Bri a look. "...What?"

"You and my uncle Graham. You're having an affair, aren't you?"

"Honey, I don't think that's any of your business," snapped Yulissa, and she continued looking through the cabinets.

Bri shrugged. "I guess it's not... but if you do wind up with my uncle, I just gotta warn you. My family is really messed up."

Yulissa stopped again and looked back at Bri. "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean, my grandpa, he wasn't all there in the head. My dad's a psycho and I think he's messed my mom up pretty bad. Luke, my brother... he's got some anger management issues or something. And then there's me... I mean, I'll be the first to admit I'm a weird, weird girl."

"What are you trying to say?" snapped Yulissa impatiently.

"From what I know about him, Graham seems pretty normal. But I'm just letting you know the history of the Deeley family. I know you've known him since you were kids or whatever. But... I'd be careful if I were you."

Yulissa raised an eyebrow at Bri, seeming a bit freaked out by the conversation. She paused before asking her next question. "Did you tell any of this to Julie when she started dating Graham?"

A contorted smile appeared on Bri's face, and she shook her head. "You're way nicer than that bitch Julie Mathis."

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The tool shed behind the Cannery was much bigger than Vance had expected; he knew his daughter Yulissa had never even gone inside as long as she had been manager of the bar. The shed must have been used by whoever originally built the Cannery, as carpentry tools lined the walls left and right.

Vance walked to the back of the shed where he found several large metal rods. He figured these would be perfect to use as combat weapons.

It seemed as though someone else had the same idea.

Vance had left the shed door open after he had entered, so he didn't even hear someone walk in behind him. He also didn't hear one of the metal rods being carefully removed from its hinges on the wall of the shed.

He did, however, hear the words spoken by the intruder.

"You should have left the island when you had the chance, you dumb bastard."

Vance's heart skipped several beats as he whirled around, but before he could even get a clear look at the killer, his head was smashed by the heavy metal rod, cracking his skull and killing him immediately.

The body crumpled to the floor like a sack of potatoes. The killer lay the rod gently beside the corpse, trying to make as little noise as possible to avoid being detected by any of the other wedding guests. The killer walked back towards the door of the tool shed, creaked the door shut, and walked away.

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At the Harper's Island clinic, which was also completely deserted, the group of seven had decided to go their own separate ways as well, each searching the various areas of the rather large medical facility to find any supplies.

Amanda, Gail, and Julie had all begun to search the lower level. There was quite a bit of awkward tension between Amanda and Julie, as neither of them had spoken to each other since their heated falling-out. In addition, each of them had their own built-up anger that was bringing them both to their boiling points; Amanda had been turned away by Andrew, while Julie had found her own fiance in bed with her friend.

"I just want you to know, Jules... you won't be getting an apology from me," said Amanda bitterly as the three women searched one of the hospital rooms.

"I'm not expecting anything from you, you bitch," sneered Julie.

"Girls, girls... what is going on here?" asked Gail. "This is not the time to be arguing."

There was a long pause, but then Gail spoke again. "But I think this is a good time for me to confess something to both of you, since I've got you both here." Gail took a deep breath, ready to lay out her dirty laundry. She told her daughters everything she had done; from the embezzlement, to framing her own brother, to having an affair with the family doctor.

"Mom... I don't know what to say...." said Julie, in a state of shock at what she was hearing. It seemed everything that people had told her about her mother, for all these years, had actually been justified. And she had been so oblivious to it all. She always thought her mother was perfect.

"I don't expect your forgiveness. But this is something that needed to be said. And with all this going on right now... who knows if this is the last time I'll get the chance to tell you..." Gail suddenly started to break down, and the three women joined together in a hug.

Gail Mathis sobbed into her two daughters' shoulders. She didn't want this moment to end.

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Rachael and Franklin Bingham had gone to the third floor, which had been were all of the more powerful medical drugs and supplies were securely stored. Franklin kept his shotgun tightly in his hands, still ready to fire at any moment in spite of the clinic being completely deserted.

"Franklin... you need to relax," snapped Rachael at her husband. "For one second at least, put the damn gun down."

"What are you so edgy about? You don't want me to protect you, is that it?" said Franklin, almost in a growl.

Rachael paused; her anger was starting to build up. "Oh, I see. After 20 years of abusing me and treating me like scum, now you're deciding to protect me? That's a load of bull****, Frank. You've been a terrible husband to me and you've been a terrible father!" yelled Rachael. She was angry, but at the same time, she felt great. This was the first time in 20 years of being married to Franklin that she was finally getting to express her true feelings to him.

Franklin stopped in his tracks, still holding the gun. He slowly turned his head to look at Rachael. "...What did you say to me?"

Rachael's face was turning bright red with anger. "You heard me. You've treated me like I was less than human, you've never been there when the kids need you... hell, you spent almost half our marriage locked up behind bars. You're a pathetic excuse for a human being."

There was a pause, but then Franklin chuckled. "Oh yeah? So why the hell have you been my wife for 20 years?!"

"Oh, trust me, I would have left you in a second if I wanted to! But in case you've forgotten, Franklin, we have two kids who are both unstable as it is! If we left each other it would have sent them both over the edge!"

"Well I don't know if you've noticed, sweetheart... but you come from an entire family of nutcases! If anything, our kids are unstable because of you!"

Franklin pointed an accusatory finger at Rachael, whose face was now contorted in anger. She began to shake and shudder, clenching her fists so tightly that her knuckles began to turn white.

"I have nothing more to say to you," she said in a quiet voice, tears now forming in her eyes. She couldn't bear to have her husband see her break down again, so she walked away briskly and left the room they were standing in, slamming the door on her way out.

Franklin Bingham was a bit taken aback by what had just happened; Rachael had always been quite the pushover over the years. He was the king of his home, and she had been like his loyal queen. If she did something he didn't like, he would punish her. It had become like a routine. But now, all of a sudden, she was lashing out at him, letting her true feelings be known. Franklin had assumed, for 20 years, that Rachael was perfectly content with her life.

Apparently, he was wrong.

Franklin continued to search the third floor of the clinic by himself; he knew his wife didn't want to see him now, and at the same time, he didn't really want to see her either. Part of him wanted to raise the gun and blow her brains out as she was telling him off and insulting him... but part of him still loved the woman, too. He didn't know why... but he still loved Rachael.

The ex-convict tried to forget about what had just happened, as there were bigger things going on right now. A killer was on the loose and he needed to get off this island.

The third floor of the clinic was full of small rooms and long corridors; Franklin would have never guessed the building was this big looking at it from the outside. He searched each small room individually, grabbing any medical supplies he thought would be useful. He reached the end of the main corridor, where he saw that one of the doors was wide open. The sign posted next to the door read "LABORATORY: PROCEED WITH CAUTION". Franklin chuckled slightly at the sign and, shotgun still in his grip, he entered the lab.

Chemicals and toxins were stored in vials and beakers all throughout the lab. It was all very fascinating to Franklin; he examined each one of them closely, wondering what each of them was used for. They were all labeled with crazy medical mumbo-jumbo names that Franklin barely understood, but he was still intrigued by it all. As he made his way around the room, he noticed there was one empty slot: liquid nitrogen.

As Franklin thought of why this one chemical would be missing, he heard the faint sound of clinking glass behind him. He gripped his gun tighter than ever and whirled around. He caught a quick glimpse of someone else standing in the room with him, but before he could react, something was thrown at his face... a liquid.

Suddenly, all the muscles in Franklin's face began to tighten at an extreme rate and extremely painfully; he could hear crackling as his entire face began to harden. He could no longer see and could no longer breath; his face was completely frozen solid.

For the first time since he left the Candlewick, the shotgun slipped from his hands. The killer grabbed the shotgun and forcefully slammed the butt of the gun into Franklin's frozen face, shattering it into several dark red pieces, the color of Franklin's blood.

The body crumpled to the floor like a sack of potatoes. The killer lay the gun gently beside the corpse, walked back towards the door of the lab, creaked the door shut, and walked away.

[Amanda.]

1. Who is/are the killer(s)?
2. Who will die in Episode 7?
3. Who will survive and escape from Harper's Island (if anyone)?

[Tom2433]

Well, Amanda, I have to say that this is quite a fantastic story. But there is one problem I'm having with it.

IT'S NOT YOUR ****ING STORY.

I don't know who you are or how you've found this, but this story was completely, 100% written by ME and NOT YOU. To all the people who have been reading, I would just like to say that Amanda has completely plagiarized this entire story, word for word, from me, without my permission, and is passing it off as her own writing.

I find this to be the biggest insult imaginable, especially when I have worked so hard coming up with these characters and storylines all on my own. I do not appreciate my work being stolen and I ask you to stop posting this, right now.

Sincerely,
-Tom2433

[Tom2433]

And for those who don't believe me since, after all, I am a random stranger who just started posting here, I have a link that proves that I began writing this story before Amanda claimed to have done so.

It can be found here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5456956/1/Harpers_Island_2_Return_to_the_Island

[Ross]

Omg.

http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s49/Mr_Muggles/GIFS/300t9vl.gif

[Callum]

Disgraceful! :shocked:

[Ross]

Is this true?

[GypsyGoth]

:shocked:

[Ross]

*holds Claudia*

[GypsyGoth]

Is this true?

By the way Glee gifs :love:

[GypsyGoth]

*holds Claudia*

*gropes Ross*

[Shaun]

wow :|

[Ross]

*gropes Ross*

I can't believe this. Does she know what she has done!

Does she not know who I am?

http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s49/Mr_Muggles/GIFS/w1fkp.gif

[Shaun]

now's probably a better time than any to say it...but Amanda, the picture you posted in Meet the Members was totally different to the one you used in BBO4 that I ran :\

[Ross]

now's probably a better time than any to say it...but amanda, the picture you posted in meet the members was totally different to the one you used in bbo4 that i ran :\

OH MY AUNT FANNY

Amanda? :(

[Tom2433]

now's probably a better time than any to say it...but Amanda, the picture you posted in Meet the Members was totally different to the one you used in BBO4 that I ran :\

I guess that's further proof that this "Amanda" is a complete fraud.

[Ross]

Tom, no offence and all that darling but how do we know if you are who you say you are, for who you may be may not be who you want us to think you are?

[Tom2433]

I've already posted a link to another site where I've posted the story... I don't really know what more proof you want. I've posted the story at another message board, but it's private to anyone who isn't a member.

[Callum]

I've already posted a link to another site where I've posted the story... I don't really know what more proof you want. I've posted the story at another message board, but it's private to anyone who isn't a member.

Why join all of a sudden then? How did you find out that "Amanda" had been claiming your stories as her own?

[Shaun]

He googled an extract from it?

[Ross]

I was only suggesting babes. Honest. It's just you know, you joined out of the blue... I'm with you. Sisterhood and all that x

[Tom2433]

He googled an extract from it?

Precisely. I found this site on Google and I was shocked to see someone passing my story off as their own, which is why I joined just now.

[Ross]

Tom don't ignore me here darling.

[GypsyGoth]

:cloud:

http://i44.tinypic.com/vyw93a.jpg

[Callum]

Precisely. I found this site on Google and I was shocked to see someone passing my story off as their own, which is why I joined just now.

Ah right. Must be very aggravating for you to have to type up a whole story's worth of material online and then have someone come along and claim it as their own. She certainly had me fooled.

[Shaun]

Please excuse Ross. He's more fruity than a bowl of Special K.

[Ross]

NOOOOOOOOOOOO CLAUDIA.

You hit me. ahhhhh.

[Ross]

Please excuse Ross. He's more fruity than a bowl of Special K.

mwah x

[GypsyGoth]

NOOOOOOOOOOOO CLAUDIA.

You hit me. ahhhhh.

I'll kiss it better :kiss:

[Ross]

thanks your a gem ;)

[Beastie]

Somebody got buuuuusted!

[InOne]

:shocked:

[Ross]

so sad.

[InOne]

Maybe run an ip check on Amanda, see if there is any other accounts

[Ross]

Let's leave it as that. I don't think we'll be seeing Amanda for a while anyway.

I hope this isn't true though.

[Beastie]

Maybe run an ip check on Amanda, see if there is any other accounts

Lol it's a mole.

[InOne]

Lol it's a mole.

Maybe it's our mate Gavin ;)

[King Gizzard]

lol tragic

[Shaun]

Should probably say...you're a gifted writer, Tom :p

[Tom2433]

Should probably say...you're a gifted writer, Tom :p

Thank you!:blush:

[Ross]

Oh Shaun.
Don't do that flower.

[Beastie]

Maybe it's our mate Gavin ;)

Joe! You are a tease. You know how much I love Gavin.

He is my favourite character yet! Don't think any other characters will beat him!

Anyways..

Nighty night! ;)

[Beastie]

Maybe it's our mate Gavin ;)

Joe! You are a tease. You know how much I love Gavin.

He is my favourite character yet! Don't think any other characters will beat him!

Anyways..

Nighty night!

[King Gizzard]

its like the 6th result on google as well...

[joeyrd1027]

*waves*

Ok, I've followed Tom's story from the beginning and I can vouch for him 100% that the story is his, I don't think that should be in question anymore.

Anyways, I'm an admin at the site that Tom post back on page 4, meaning I can run IP checks on the board if needed. If some kind of Admin here wants to message me the IP address of this "Amanda" person, I'll do what I can to find out who it is. We think it's someone from our site that has taken the story from there to here. Being that our site is private to anyone who is not a member, I'm more than sure I can find out exactly who this is. If that is the case, they will definitely be banned from our site, a fit punishment in my opinion. It might just be a fanfic, but it's plagiarism nonetheless. Even if "Amanda" was just a one time poster on our site, she will be banned if we can match the IP addresses.

http://fgc.yuku.com/directory/featured My username is under the Administrators section on that link, in case anyone wants confirmation on who I am.

Thanks. :)

[InOne]

Nice one mate.

[King Gizzard]

You can search for the Harpers island 2 on google..it aint private D:

[Twilight]

OMFG what i miss??

[Enid]

I wonder if his story has been legally copyrighted. Plagiarism is serious business.

[DrunkerThanMoses]

Poor Cow.

[Enid]

Hardly. If you're gonna completely copy someone else's work and pass it off as your own, don't expect any sympathy when you get busted.

[DrunkerThanMoses]

Fine, what a poor sly little bitch *****.

[Shaun]

dramz.

[Jayson]

Ahh fck, I just read the entire bloody thing then see all this plagiarism malarkey :(

[Ross]

2baha

[joeyrd1027]

Thank you to Princess for your help. The IP address was a match to someone at our board as we figured. I got a little ban-happy with them. Whoopsy daisy.

If you guys still want to follow Tom's story, it's on episode 9 now btw, here is the link to the beginning of the thread.

http://fgc.yuku.com/topic/1512?page=1

:)

[King Gizzard]

im just saying..its like the 6th result on google if you type in harpers island 2

so i dont think its private for no one to see

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5206584/1/Harpers_Island_2

[Shaun]

That's a different story Nathan :p

[King Gizzard]

oooh right lol

[joeyrd1027]

The board still looks private for me. Meh. Might not be private like we thought but w/e.

[Jords]

:shocked::shocked::shocked:

Amanda omg I cant believe it! I feel disgusted that I said you were doing a good job. :nono: Maybe she copied the game 'Survivors' off a forum too, but it failed wherever she copied it from so had to stop posting cause she couldnt continue?

Anyway, really good story Tom and I loved Harper's Island.

[Jords]

Well, Amanda, I have to say that this is quite a fantastic story. But there is one problem I'm having with it.

IT'S NOT YOUR ****ING STORY.


Duff Duff Duff D--D-D Duff!

Would have been a great EE duff duff.

[setanta]

Plagiarism is a messy, horrible business and I have no time for anyone who indulges in it.

[Saralouleelaa]

I know how it ends, its really very good :)

[Shaun]

ellie teas

[Niamh.]

:hehe:

[T*]

is this by elliebrew