Never Ending Nightmare
Chapter 1
Nightmare:
night·mare (nīt′mâr′)
n.
1. A dream arousing feelings of intense fear, horror, and distress.
2. An event or experience that is intensely distressing.
3. A demon or spirit once thought to plague sleeping people.
Sleep, to Sherlock was Holmes, was nothing more than a waste of time. Why waste so much of a day lying in a bed unconscious? There were so many other things he could be doing in that time. Solving cases or conducting experiments, there was so many other significant things he could be doing rather than laying in bed. To Sherlock, sleep was the same as recharging a battier; it was boring and life would be so much better without it. The only good thing sleep gave was an excuse he could when he wanted to be rid of someone.
On this particular day Sherlock Holmes, Consulting Detective, and his faithful companion Dr. John H. Watson, ex-army doctor, was standing in the middle of a perfectly ordinary house in a perfectly ordinary living room on a perfectly neighborhood. What was out of place was the body of a young girl hanging from the ceiling by a noose. The girl was no more than twelve; her black hair was straight and hung well past her shoulders almost down to her waist. Her brown near black eyes were hollow and stared into nothingness. Her pale skin made her look sickly and her skinny body almost looked malnourished.
"Viola Mason; Eleven years old, single child and daughter of Mr. Ross Mason and Mrs. Janet Mason. According to the neighbors The Mason's had left on a weeklong vacation on a cruise. They had left their three-year old Yorkshire, Mini, with the neighbors the Worthington. Mrs. Worthington said that they had forgotten to tell them what type of dog food they used, stop to visit the house and found their daughter hanging from the ceiling." DI Lestrade told them as they took in the scene.
"Oh god..." John Watson has been to war, he had watched his friends die in his arms and seen probably the worst injuries the world had to offer. Before he passed out, he had even gotten a glimpse of his shoulder wound. Not only this, but he had caused just as many as he had seen. Although he was an army doctor, he didn't have such a crack shot from watching others. When you're on the battle field you need to have some knowledge of fire arms. Add all this to all the crime scenes he'd seen beside Sherlock, he'd have plenty of experience with dead bodies.
But no amount of experience, no matter how many bodies he'd seen, in every position known to many, nothing could ever prepare him for the sight of a dead child.
Had it not been for the children's clothes, shoes and smaller silverware, he would never have known a child had lived here. The place looked worn down and nearly falling apart, which was a major contrast to the exterior of the house. The outside of the house was painted a creamy white with a red door that had a blue trimming. Going around the house was a white picket fence that had an opening that stopped right at the driveway. At the end of the driveway was a yellow mailbox with a bright red flag sticking up.
So all in all, the place looked totally normal on the outside, yet chaos on the inside.
How horrifying similar to people.
"Alright Sherlock, what ya' got?"
"Well for starters, it wasn't suicide if that's what you're thinking." Sherlock replied as he looked over the body. "John, why don't you have look, tell me what you see. Or rather, what you don't see."
Walked over and observed the scene; There stool a medium size stool under the body which hung from a rope which had been tied to a small line of chains which had been once used to hold a chandelier of some sorts. The was long enough so that if a child stood on the stool they would be able to each it easily; so that ruled out that someone put Viola up there. It looked like a classic suicide, but what could be wrong? Her skin coloring and temperature were correct for the time the neighbor gave them; John simply could figure it out.
But what John did see distracted him from what he was supposed to be looking for. Her hands and finger nails showed signs of struggle and there appeared to be some bleeding from under the girl's dress.
"Well, I can't tell you what isn't there, but I do see some signs of struggle and also there appears to be bleeding in her torso. Neither or which should be there if this was a suicide."
"Correct, but as usual John, you seen but don't observe. Look at her neck, if this were a suicide there should be a V mark forming on her neck from the rope. There isn't one, and as John pointed out, there are both sighs of struggle and bleeding from her torso. Although, there are only a few drops of blood, not enough loss to kill her. I suggest ridding our victim of her garments and have her fully examined. Honestly Lestrade, did you even have her looked over by a medical examiner? It's like you're not even trying anymore!"
"I have to agree with Sherlock." John said crossing his arms across his chest. "This seems a little unprofessional, not that I'm saying to stop asking for our help, but you can't become dependent on us."
Lestrade gave a tried sigh. "I don't if this is connected to this or not, but a few days ago a note was delivered to the Scotland Yard. We've done all types of tests on it, but found nothing."
With a signal to an officer standing outside of the room, the DI was handed a clear plastic bag with a single piece of paper inside. While one side was completely blank, the other side had large letters written in red ink that had dripped down the paper and had drained and stained the note.
3/31/14
Fear Her
Back at 221B on Baker Street, the two men returned back to their home and took their respectful seats across from each other. When they had left the scene DI Lestrade told them they would be getting tapes from any cameras that have the Mason's house in view. After telling Sherlock and John that he would contact them if they found anything on the parents and sent them on their way.
"So than, 'Fear Her', what do you think it means?" John said as he settled into his red cushioned chair.
"Anything at this point, maybe the person who murdered her thought Viola knew something she shouldn't. Or perhaps Violas sent the note thinking someone was after her. The bigger question is why would her parents leave her behind?"
"You'd think they would have contacted someone if they thought she got left behind."
"Maybe it was intentional. Although there were no signs of abuse there very well could have been. Until we heard from Mr. and Mrs. Mason we can't know what to do next."
A/N: This story is based off of the horror game 'Neverending Nightmares'. Although I haven't played the game myself, I did watch Markiplier on YouTube play it and got inspired from it. You don't need to know anything about the game to understand what's going on, in fact this story is very loosely based of the game. From what I heard the game is still in development but was founded on Kickstart on September 29th 2013. You can follow the development of the game here:
I take no credit for anything that has to do with this game! The only thing that belongs to me is this story and nothing else!
Just a warning that if you decide to look into the game bewared, it is a horror and the trailer for it DOES show some disturbing images. The creator has struggled with mental illness and has used those to fuel his game.
Thank you all for reading, hope you enjoy and decide to read more!
~ The Consulting Panda.
