It was a beautiful day in England. To be more accurate it was a beautiful day in St. James Park. The chills of March had begun to warm up and the air was clean and clear. The ground was brightly colored with the bright yellow of daffodils. Sun shown brightly on the dew covered grass. Yes, a beautiful day it was to be at St. James Park.
Janie Brown was out for a stroll, holding a notebook to write about the beautiful things that she might encounter on this walk. However this is little to no importance for this story. And it would be best wise to forget such pointless information. For this is not about Janie Brown. No, not what this is about at all. This is about what she found when she went on her daily walk to St. James Park.
She was leaning on a rail looking out across the water. A mist stayed on the water for it was early morning. The sun was lightly touching the water. Janie wrote something down her notebook. Mostly about how she felt as she listened to the water hitting the shore line. Purely just emotions that would not be considered worth anything that mattered that day. After a good while she left into a more deserted area of the park where there was no rails to stop her from seeing its beauty.
She stared at the water; however not close enough to see anything that she might have needed to see. She was only hoping that she could write idea of pure brilliance.
After having no such idea she walked a little farther into the turned around she closed her eyes and laid back in the grass, letting the cool feeling of dew touch her skin. She laid there listening. Waiting for something to hit her. Something that she could use for a book.
It was then she heard something different from the slow moving water. Almost like water hitting hollow wood. She stopped thinking about her writing for a split second debating if this was worth while. She sat there listening. Since it was unlikely that it had any importance she laid back down. It was then she heard the scraping against rock. Instantly she sat back up as if this had changed everything. She waited patiently until she heard yet something else. Almost as a hum of a whisper. A chilling whisper.
Slowly she stood up, leaving her notebook behind her. She looked at the water for another moment. There was a difference from where she originally stood. A white reflection that shone dimly on the water.
Her eyes widen, unsure what to believe of this weird flickering in the water. Janie glanced the entire direction, wondering if anyone else saw what she was seeing. Realizing that she was completely alone in the park besides an odd woman feeding pigeons, she came to the conclusion that she had to find out for herself.
For the first time in for what seemed weeks, Janie Brown felt a strange pulling to the white flicker. She could not decide if she feared it or if she was curious. Slowly as she could, she made her way to the edge of the lake; making sure that she stepped softly in the grass. She did not want to scare off anything or anyone who was creating the reflection and the whispers.
When she made her way so that she was standing on the edge she saw what looked like a wooden canoe painted white. It lay still in the water. Something in Janie's gut told her to call the police. The whispers were not calling her for help, but were calling her to come closer.
Janie walked slowly towards the canoe, her hands trembling with uncertainty. When she got close enough, she called out.
"'Ello, is anyone there?"
There was only the sound of whispers. This caused a shiver go down Janie's spin. It was strange. Why were there whispers, but no response as she called out? She finally got to a spot where she could peer into the white boat.
She let out a scream, which scared away the pigeons and caused the odd woman to run towards Janie. Yes it was a wonderful day in England. At least a wonderful day for a certain man who lived on 221 B Baker Street.