In the quiet suburbs of Peach Creek, in a tiny cul-de-sac on the edge of town, a storm was brewing. As lightning flashed outside, the children were all indoors, that is, all but one.

Eddward M. H. was a young teenager in his second year of high school. His intelligence was higher than that of his classmates and friends, and even higher than that of some of his teachers. The only thing better than that, was his loyalty to his friends, and his care and worry for them. Double D was the name he was called on account of how his name was spelled. He was on his way home from his high school, Peach Creek High, and the science lab's green house. He was wearing his plaid trench coat that he had gotten for Christmas over his usual Orange shirt and Purple shorts, as well as an old fashioned traveling hat over his normal black sock hat. He lived alone in general, since his parents were almost always at work, and communicated with them through sticky notes and letters. He was a quiet boy that worked hard to please others, and yet he was the friendliest lad around.

He walked inside the house and put his shoes away first, then went up to his room to open a package that had been delivered to school for him. He sat down on his bed with the package and started to open it. His pale and weak hands gently opened the box with little difficulty. He found the package contained two letters and a book.

The first letter was from Eddy's big brother. Double D figured it was that he was supposed to deliver it to Eddy, and decided to do so in the morning. The second letter was one of warning and had no sender's address or name. He opened it and read the letter:

Dear Mr. H.,

It is with the utmost importance that you handle the book with care when you read it. It is in no way an average book. We have sent this to you on behalf of one of our men knowing of you through relations to a friend. He had suggested you with the insurance that we would send you a warning. This particular book is the reason for two of our men disappearing, one of which is the man who recommended you. We hope that you will discover the secret of the book and find a way to release them from where they are trapped. We ask this of you because we are assured of your abilities as well as the fact that we really have no one else to turn to.

Good Luck

The letter itself was amusing to the youth as he checked over the book. The title was that of "The True Adventures of Sherlock Holmes and Co." and was not written by the usual Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, but instead by an S.E.M.H. The letters were so tight together though, that it seemed to say it was written by SEMH.

"Hmm, interesting… I wonder who sent this anyway. Oh well, what harm can a book do?" He asked himself as he opened the book. He read the first few words, which seemed to be the start of a diary, before something unexpected happened. He started to feel a wind in his room, he looked around and found that all the windows and the door were closed. "Oh my…" Then he felt a pull from the book. He was being dragged into the Sherlock Holmes book by a mysterious power of some sort. "Oh no…"

He dropped the book and ran for the door, but it was too late, he was in the pull of the vortex now. "No, No, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooo!" Double D yelled as he was sucked into the book. All that was left was the book, and inside its pages, as though used as a bookmark, was his black sock-like hat. Double D was gone.