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About Hartman Mysteries
Follow the adventures of the Hartman 4 as they discover mystery and intrigue
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- Dean Martin
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- fiction
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- en
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- First episode
- 11 Jan 2026
- Latest episode
- 26 Jan 2026
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26 Jan 2026
Chapter 10: The Mystery Solved
As the box hit the floor of the chopper, the electronics went haywire, its lights flickering wildly. “It’s a trap!” the pilot screamed. The helicopter, unable to stabilize its flight with the box’s interference, was forced to land and shut down. Minutes later, the real authorities—led by a friend of Papa’s from the “International Mystery Bureau”—swarmed the clearing. The man in the trench coat and his partner were led away in handcuffs. “I’m sorry I kept this from you,” Papa said, hugging all four of them as the sun began to peek through the clouds. “I was a scout for the Bureau years ago. That box contains the codes for a global satellite network. Those men were ‘The Shadow Syndicate,’ trying to steal it back.” “So we’re officially detectives?” Aiden asked, holding his stick high. “The best I’ve ever seen,” Papa smiled. Back at the big house, as the twins, Emma, and Aiden sat on the porch eating a celebratory snack of apples and cheese, Michael looked at the brass compass. It was still in his pocket. Suddenly, the needle gave a sharp twitch. It wasn’t pointing at the woods anymore. It was pointing directly at the old well in the middle of the yard—a well they had been told never to open. “Hey guys,” Michael whispered, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of a new case. “I think the Mystery of the Whispering Woods was just the beginning.” Read more at Hartman Mysteries (https://hartmanmysteries.com/chapter-10-the-mystery-solved/)
26 Jan 2026
Chapter 9: The Final Confrontation
“There’s an emergency exit!” Aiden shouted, pointing to a red handle shaped like a fire extinguisher. Michael pulled it. A section of the floor dropped away like an elevator, lowering them rapidly until they reached the very bottom—the secret tunnel they had been in earlier! They burst through the potting shed and sprinted into the woods, the storm now a full-blown roar. The “Whispering Woods” were no longer whispering; they were screaming with the sound of a hovering aircraft. In the clearing, a sleek, black helicopter with no markings was descending. They saw the man in the trench coat and the man in the uniform dragging a familiar figure toward the chopper. “Papa!” Emma yelled. The villains spun around, shocked. “The kids! Get the box!” the trench coat man barked. “Now, Olivia!” Michael signaled. Olivia used the brass compass. She had figured out that when she turned the dial, the humming from the box grew louder. A high-pitched frequency erupted from the box, so sharp that the two villains dropped their flashlights and clutched their ears, howling in pain. Aiden didn’t miss his chance. He charged forward and tripped the man in the uniform with his trusty stick. “Michael, the box! Throw it!” Papa yelled, breaking free from his captors. Michael launched the wooden box through the air. But he didn’t throw it to Papa. He threw it straight into the open door of the helicopter. As the box hit the floor of the chopper, the internal magnets in the Lookout Room’s system engaged. The helicopter’s electronics went haywire, its lights flickering wildly. “It’s a trap!” the pilot screamed. Read more at Hartman Mysteries (https://hartmanmysteries.com/chapter-9-the-final-confrontation/)
26 Jan 2026
Chapter 8: The Lookout Room
Instead of falling into a fireplace, the children slid down a smooth metal chute that deposited them onto a plush, velvet-covered floor. Michael clicked his flickering flashlight on. “Whoa,” Aiden breathed, looking around. They were in a room that shouldn’t have existed. It was a perfectly circular chamber hidden right in the center of the house’s massive chimney stack. The walls were lined with brass telescopes, strange radio equipment with glowing vacuum tubes, and rows of leather-bound journals. “This is the Lookout Room,” Olivia whispered. “Papa isn’t just a gardener… he’s been watching for something.” Michael approached a large desk in the center. On it sat a base that perfectly matched the wooden box they had found. He placed the box onto the pedestal. Suddenly, the room whirred to life. The brass telescopes began to move on their own, pointing out through hidden slits in the brickwork toward the woods. On the wall, a giant glass map lit up, showing a pulsing red dot deep in the forest—exactly where they had found the box. “It’s a tracking station,” Michael realized. “The box isn’t just a box—it’s the key to the whole system!” Emma was looking at the journals. “Michael! Look at the name on the cover!” Before he could read it, a hidden speaker crackled to life. A voice they recognized—the man in the uniform from the car—boomed through the room. “We know you’re in the chimney, children. But you’ve made a mistake. By activating the box, you’ve signaled the Retrieval Team. They’ll be landing in the clearing in five minutes. And we have your grandfather.” The children looked at the glass map. The red dot was now surrounded by three blue dots. “They’ve captured him,” Olivia gasped. “We have to get to the woods!” Read more at Hartman Mysteries (https://hartmanmysteries.com/chapter-8-the-lookout-room/)
20 Jan 2026
Chapter 7: The Gables of Peril
The searchlight blinded them, turning the rain into stinging needles of white light. “Stay where you are!” the man shouted from below. “We can’t go down, and we can’t go back,” Emma whimpered. “We go up,” Michael said, looking at the steep pitch of the roof. “If we can get to the chimney, there’s a lightning rod we can use to steady ourselves. There’s a crawlspace vent on the other side of the house!” With the precision of a mountain climber, Michael helped Aiden onto the slippery shingles. They crawled upward, their fingers clawing at the wet wood. Below them, they heard a massive crash—the villains had finally breached the attic door, shoving the heavy trunk aside. “They’re on the roof!” the man in the trench coat yelled from the attic window. The children reached the massive brick chimney just as a hand reached out of the window and grabbed Michael’s ankle. “Gotcha!” the man hissed. “Let him go!” Aiden yelled, swinging his walking stick with all his five-year-old might. He whacked the man’s knuckles, causing him to howl and release his grip. They scrambled around the chimney, hidden from view for a brief moment. Michael pulled the brass compass from his pocket. It wasn’t spinning anymore. It was pointing straight down… into the chimney? “The map!” Olivia gasped, looking at the vellum. “The ‘Lookout Tower’ isn’t a building in the woods. This house is the tower! The chimney has a hidden flue!” Michael felt around the brickwork until his fingers found a loose stone. He pulled, and a narrow iron ladder revealed itself inside the soot-stained darkness of the chimney. “Down! Quick!” Michael urged. One by one, they disappeared into the dark. But as the last of them entered, the man in the trench coat appeared around the corner of the chimney, a cruel smile on his face as he reached for the hidden lever. Read more at Hartman Mysteries (https://hartmanmysteries.com/chapter-7-the-gables-of-peril/)
20 Jan 2026
Chapter 6: The Siege of the Attic
A heavy fist pounded on the oak door, making the hinges groan. “We know you’re in there, kids,” the oily voice of the man in the trench coat called out. “Make it easy on yourselves. Just slide the box under the door.” “Not a chance!” Michael shouted back, his voice cracking only slightly. He looked around the attic for a weapon or a way out. “Michael, look!” Olivia whispered, pointing to the floor. A thin trail of gray smoke was beginning to seep under the door. “Are they trying to smoke us out?” Emma gasped, her eyes watering. “No,” Michael realized, sniffing the air. “That’s not wood smoke… it smells like… sulfur?” The handle of the door began to glow a dull, angry red. The men outside weren’t using a crowbar; they were using something much more high-tech—a thermal cutter. The metal of the lock was starting to liquefy. “They’re coming through!” Aiden cried, clutching his stick. “The window!” Olivia pointed to the small, circular window at the peak of the roof. “It leads to the gables. We can climb onto the porch roof!” “It’s too high for Aiden,” Michael said grimly. He looked at the glowing door, then at the heavy trunk they hadn’t opened yet. “Help me push this!” Michael, Olivia, and Emma threw their weight against the massive iron-bound trunk, sliding it across the floorboards until it blocked the door. Just as they shoved it into place, a white-hot spark burst through the wood of the door. The trunk gave them seconds, but not minutes. Michael scrambled to the window and kicked out the glass. The wind and rain lashed inside. “Out! Now!” Michael commanded. But as Olivia climbed onto the ledge, she looked down and let out a scream. The second man—the one in the uniform—was standing on the lawn below, pointing a high-powered searchlight right at them. Read more at Hartman Mysteries (https://hartmanmysteries.com/chapter-6-the-siege-of-the-attic/)
16 Jan 2026
Chapter 5: The Map in the Box
“We have to get to the box before they do!” Olivia cried. “We left it on the kitchen table!” The siblings sprinted across the rain-soaked yard, using the overgrown hedges for cover. They slipped through the back mudroom door just as the front doorbell rang—a long, aggressive chime. Michael snatched the wooden box from the table. “Emma, give me the key!” He jammed the rusted iron key into the box’s lock. With a satisfying clack, the lid popped open. Inside, there wasn’t gold or jewels. Instead, there was a faded map drawn on vellum and a strange, brass compass with a needle that didn’t point North—it pointed toward the woods. “It’s a map of our property,” Olivia noted, leaning in. “But there’s a building marked on here that isn’t there anymore. It says… ‘The Lookout Tower’.” Suddenly, the front door gave a sickening crack. The men weren’t waiting for an answer; they were breaking in! “The attic!” Michael signaled. “It’s the only place with a lock they can’t easily break.” They raced up the two flights of stairs, Aiden’s small legs working double-time. They burst into the attic and Michael slammed the heavy deadbolt just as footsteps reached the second-floor landing. The attic was silent, save for the drum of rain on the roof. Emma looked at the map, then at the brass compass. The needle was spinning wildly. “Michael,” she whispered, pointing to the corner of the attic. “The compass isn’t pointing to the woods anymore. It’s pointing to that old trunk of Grandpa’s.” As they approached the trunk, a cold draft blew through the sealed room, and the map in Michael’s hand began to glow with an eerie, rhythmic light. Read more at Hartman Mysteries (https://hartmanmysteries.com/chapter-5-the-map-in-the-box/)
15 Jan 2026
Chapter 4: The Underground Trail
The vibration grew into a low rumble, and with a groan of ancient mortar, a section of the stone wall recessed and slid sideways. “A secret passage!” Emma exclaimed, her fear momentarily replaced by the thrill of discovery. “Look!” Aiden pointed his stick. Beyond the wall lay a narrow tunnel, the air smelling of damp earth and old coal. “We can’t stay here,” Michael said, shaking the flashlight until it gave a weak, flickering yellow glow. “The man in the trench coat is probably right outside that door. This tunnel is our only way out.” Olivia held Aiden’s hand tightly as they stepped into the narrow passage. The walls were reinforced with rotting timber beams. “This must have been part of the Underground Railroad, or maybe an old smuggling route,” she whispered. As they moved deeper, the tunnel began to slope upward. Suddenly, Emma tripped over something hard. Michael swung the light down. It wasn’t a rock—it was a heavy, rusted iron key sitting on a ledge. “That looks like it fits the lock on the wooden box!” Emma said, her eyes widening. Just as Michael reached for the key, a faint scratching sound came from behind them. It wasn’t a person—it sounded like claws against stone. “Run!” Olivia hissed. They scrambled up the incline, their breath coming in short gasps. The tunnel ended at a wooden trapdoor overhead. Michael shoved against it with all his might and Olivia pushed her weight against also. It creaked, resisted, and then flew open with a shower of dust. The children scrambled out and found themselves in a place they knew well: the old potting shed at the very edge of the wooded yard. But their relief was short-lived. Through the shed’s grimy window, they saw a black sedan idling at the end of the driveway—a car they had never seen before. “He’s not alone,” Michael whispered, watching a second man in a dark uniform get out of the car. “And they’re heading straight for the front door!” Read more at Hartman Mysteries (https://hartmanmysteries.com/chapter-4-the-underground-trail/)
15 Jan 2026
Chapter 3: The Secret of the Cellar
“Stay here, Aiden,” Michael commanded, but the five-year-old shook his head. “I’m a detective too!” he insisted, gripping Michael’s shirt. The four of them crept toward the basement door. The old house was full of strange noises during a storm, but this was different. There were footsteps—slow, deliberate, and heavy—moving across the concrete floor below. Michael slowly turned the knob and pushed the door open. The stairs groaned under their weight as they descended into the cool, damp air of the cellar. This part of the house was ancient, built on a foundation of rough-hewn stone that predated the Civil War. Michael clicked on the flashlight. The beam cut through the darkness, illuminating stacks of old trunks, dusty jars of preserves, and the massive furnace that looked like a sleeping iron beast. “There!” Emma pointed. The heavy wooden door to the “Root Cellar”—a room tucked deep into the earth—was standing wide open. It was always kept locked. They crept closer, their hearts hammering like drums. Olivia noticed something on the floor near the door frame. She knelt down and picked up a small, gold-colored button. “This doesn’t belong to Papa,” she whispered. “It looks like it came from a uniform.” Suddenly, the heavy door slammed shut with a deafening BOOM! The sound of a heavy iron bolt sliding into place echoed through the room. They were trapped in the pitch-black darkness of the root cellar. “Michael! The light!” Olivia cried. Michael flicked the switch, but the flashlight only flickered and died. In the darkness and sudden silence, they heard a muffled voice from the other side of the door. “Enjoy the dark, kids. I’ll take that box now.” Then, to their horror, they felt the floor beneath them begin to vibrate. The back wall of the cellar—the old stone one—was slowly sliding open! Read more at Hartman Mysteries (https://hartmanmysteries.com/chapter-3-the-secret-of-the-cellar/)
11 Jan 2026
Chapter 2: The Shadow in the Pines
The growl echoed again, deeper this time. Michael’s instincts kicked in. “Get behind me,” he whispered, his eyes scanning the thick curtain of pine needles. Emma clutched Olivia’s arm, while little Aiden held his favorite walking stick like a sword. “Is it a bear?” Aiden whispered, his voice trembling only slightly. “Bears don’t hum, Aiden,” Olivia replied, her eyes fixed on the wooden box. The glinting symbols seemed to pulse with a faint, blue light. Suddenly, a tall, thin man in a tattered gray trench coat stepped from behind a cedar tree. He wore a wide-brimmed hat pulled low, but his eyes—sharp and frantic—locked onto the box. “Don’t touch that!” he rasped. “You don’t know what you’ve stumbled upon!” “Who are you?” Michael asked, stepping forward with a confidence he didn’t quite feel. “This is our backyard.” “I am a collector of… lost things,” the man said, his voice smoothing out into a cold, oily tone. “That box belongs to a very dangerous person. Hand it over, and I’ll make sure you stay safe.” “No way,” Emma chirped, her jaw set. “We found it. It’s a mystery, and we’re going to solve it!” The man’s face darkened. He took a predatory step toward them, but just then, a loud crack sounded from the old house—the dinner bell! Grandpa was signaling that the storm was coming. The man hissed in frustration, glanced at the darkening sky, and retreated into the shadows. “This isn’t over,” he called out. “The Whispering Woods don’t keep secrets for long!” The four children didn’t wait. Michael snatched up the box—which felt strangely warm—and they raced back toward the safety of the big house. They reached the porch just as the first heavy drops of rain began to pelt the roof. Safely inside the kitchen, they set the box on the sturdy oak table. “We need to open it,” Olivia said, reaching for the latch. But as her fingers touched the metal, a muffled thud came from the basement below. It sounded like a heavy door being kicked open. “Someone’s in the house!” Michael gasped, grabbing a flashlight. “And they’re downstairs!” Read more at Hartman Mysteries (https://hartmanmysteries.com/chapter-2-the-shadow-in-the-pines/)
11 Jan 2026
Chapter 1: A Strange Discovery
The old house creaked and groaned around Michael and Olivia, a symphony of settling wood and ancient memories. As teenage twins, they knew every secret shortcut through its rambling hallways, every loose floorboard, and every dust bunny that resembled a forgotten pet. Their younger sister, Emma, although she wasn’t much younger, was usually right behind them, a whirlwind of boundless energy and curious questions. Five-year-old Aiden, the youngest, preferred to meticulously arrange his toy cars on the Persian rug in the living room, completely oblivious to the ghostly whispers of the old house. It was a sweltering Saturday afternoon, the kind where the air hung heavy and still, promising a summer storm. “There’s nothing to do!” Emma groaned, flopping onto the worn armchair in the sunroom, her usually bright eyes glazed with boredom. Michael, ever the logical one, was trying to fix a broken drone. “We could explore the woods,” he suggested, without looking up from the tangled wires. “Papa said he heard something weird back there last night.” Olivia, always up for an adventure, perked up immediately. “Weird? Like what?” “He just said… an odd humming sound, coming from deep in the trees,” Michael replied, finally setting the drone down in defeat. “Too high-pitched for an animal, too low for a car.” Emma was on her feet in an instant. “A humming mystery! Let’s go!” Even Aiden, hearing the word “woods,” looked up, his eyes wide. “Can I find sticks?” “Yes, buddy, you can find all the sticks you want,” Olivia promised, scooping him up. “But stick close to us.” The woods behind their house were ancient and sprawling, a tangle of oaks, maples, and towering pines that seemed to whisper secrets in the breeze. Sun dappled through the leaves, creating shifting patterns on the mossy ground. It was their own private wilderness, a place for fort-building, nature walks, and endless games of hide-and-seek. They followed the familiar winding path until it branched into a less-used trail, overgrown with ferns and wild brambles. “Grandpa said the sound came from near the old stone wall,” Michael recalled, pushing aside a low-hanging branch. They trekked deeper, the air growing cooler and thicker. Aiden, holding Olivia’s hand, pointed to a particularly gnarled tree. “Look! A monster tree!” Suddenly, Emma, who had darted ahead, let out a gasp. “Michael! Olivia! Look!” They rushed to her side. Emma was pointing to a patch of disturbed earth near the base of a massive, ancient oak. The ground here was bare, the undergrowth trampled, and in the center, something glinted in the dim light. It was a small, intricately carved wooden box, half-buried in the soil. Its surface was adorned with strange symbols that none of them recognized, and a faint, almost imperceptible humming seemed to emanate from within it. As Olivia reached out to touch it, the air around the box shimmered for a split second, and then, from the depths of the woods, a guttural, unfamiliar growl echoed, sending shivers down their spines. What was in the mysterious box, and what creature lurked in the whispering woods? Read more at Hartman Mysteries (https://hartmanmysteries.com/chapter-1-a-strange-discovery/)
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