Because the Secret World of Moriarty is a joke best saved for a different day. This is going to be quite a bit different from my last story, but it feels good to be writing again.
Not exactly sure where we're going with this story, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. First chapter is always short, sorry.
Chapter 1 - In which John finds there are tiny people living in his walls.
John Watson is and always has been a sane man. At least, he considers himself to be.
After getting wounded during his service in Afghanistan and moving to London in hopes of finding a better, less traumatic life, he one day happened upon an ad in the paper. A Mrs. Hudson was looking for suitable persons to live in the flat she rents out. Upon meeting her, John found she was a kind and sweet old woman and she even offered a lower price since it would be just him on his own. The flat wasn't much with its worn out floors and outdated wallpaper, but it came with a few pieces of furniture and had quite a bit of room. So John thanked her and had moved in within the week.
At first everything was nice and quiet, but then he began to notice things. He tried to put the feelings of unease out of mind, attributing them to the fact that he was in a new atmosphere and just needed to get used to it. But soon he started to notice them more and more. Small noises in the middles of the night, things in the kitchen moved ever so slightly when he wasn't looking, muted voices during the middle of the day. Perhaps it's just the people next door, he assured himself. Or rats.
Nevertheless, the strange sounds and occurrences continued over the next few weeks. John began to feel slightly more paranoid as the days went on, wondering if the reason the flat was so cheap was because it was haunted by the previous owner or something like that. Still, he considered himself perfectly normal and in no way a nutter.
So of course when he got up one night to fetch a glass of water and found a tiny person about the size of a teaspoon standing on his countertop glaring quite furiously at him, he handled the situation quite logically.
Or he would have if he hadn't promptly passed out on the kitchen floor.
