Elementary Fic: A Cold-Water Flat
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kitmerlot_1213This is a 350 word Elementary drabble for the Numbers Challenge at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
1_million_words Enjoy the creepiness :):)
Joan Watson was not a fanciful person by nature. She was a detective who believed in hard facts and deductions that could be proved with evidence.
But she couldn’t deny that the minute she stepped inside 527 Park Avenue, she’d felt a sense of doom.
The feeling of wrongness permeated the older tenement style apartment and the fact that it was yet another property owned by Moreland Holmes didn’t bode well for the premises.
And the only reason she was even there was at Sherlock’s behest--he’d asked her to break in and search the residence for information on Mae Holmes--he didn’t believe his father on the best of occasions but now that the investigation into his mother’s mysterious death was being reopened, Sherlock didn’t want any stone unturned.
And Joan was happy to help her friend anyway she could but she couldn’t quite shake the eerie feeling that she wasn’t quite alone.
She’d even texted Sherlock, asking for confirmation that the apartment was deserted and Sherlock assured her that it was.
And yet…
Odd things kept happening.
She’d been searching through the study, going through files when someone knocked on the door. Thinking it was Sherlock, she hurried to answer it but no one was there.
When she went back into the study, the files she’d been carefully sorting where thrown all over the floor.
Joan looked cautiously around and before she could start to straighten up, a loud crash came from the kitchen. She ran to the kitchen, and again, no one was there, so she quickly made her way back to the study…
Only to find the files back just as she’d left them.
She took a deep steadying breath, deliberately telling her jangled nerves to calm the heck down and determinedly went back to reading.
She almost convinced herself that she made the weirdness up when she scared herself by sneezing loudly.
Joan laughed at her own jumpiness, pretending that she didn’t sound damn close to hysterics when her phone abruptly rang.
Unthinking, she answered the phone without looking at the caller id.
“Bless you,” a voice whispered before hanging up.
1_million_words Enjoy the creepiness :):)Joan Watson was not a fanciful person by nature. She was a detective who believed in hard facts and deductions that could be proved with evidence.
But she couldn’t deny that the minute she stepped inside 527 Park Avenue, she’d felt a sense of doom.
The feeling of wrongness permeated the older tenement style apartment and the fact that it was yet another property owned by Moreland Holmes didn’t bode well for the premises.
And the only reason she was even there was at Sherlock’s behest--he’d asked her to break in and search the residence for information on Mae Holmes--he didn’t believe his father on the best of occasions but now that the investigation into his mother’s mysterious death was being reopened, Sherlock didn’t want any stone unturned.
And Joan was happy to help her friend anyway she could but she couldn’t quite shake the eerie feeling that she wasn’t quite alone.
She’d even texted Sherlock, asking for confirmation that the apartment was deserted and Sherlock assured her that it was.
And yet…
Odd things kept happening.
She’d been searching through the study, going through files when someone knocked on the door. Thinking it was Sherlock, she hurried to answer it but no one was there.
When she went back into the study, the files she’d been carefully sorting where thrown all over the floor.
Joan looked cautiously around and before she could start to straighten up, a loud crash came from the kitchen. She ran to the kitchen, and again, no one was there, so she quickly made her way back to the study…
Only to find the files back just as she’d left them.
She took a deep steadying breath, deliberately telling her jangled nerves to calm the heck down and determinedly went back to reading.
She almost convinced herself that she made the weirdness up when she scared herself by sneezing loudly.
Joan laughed at her own jumpiness, pretending that she didn’t sound damn close to hysterics when her phone abruptly rang.
Unthinking, she answered the phone without looking at the caller id.
“Bless you,” a voice whispered before hanging up.
