Sherlock's Sixth Sense
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Hey everyone!! It's me, neoholmesz, and this is my 2nd fanfic!! I want to thank Mary Christmas and Bonnie S. for sending me reviews on The Christmas Wish. It's people like you who help me keep going. Thanx!! Also these two are some of the best authors so I suggest you see their stories!
As usual, I own nothing. Sherlock Holmes belongs to ACD and The Sixth Sense belongs to M. Night S.
RATED: PG-13 For some scary and/or grisly moments.
Please keep your hands and legs inside the vehicle at all times. Thank You! And here we go!
The woman had been dead for a long time. Holmes didn't know how long, he didn't want to know. He looked on as Lestrade restated the facts. It was a homicide. Holmes was sure of that. There was blood under her fingernails, possibly from a struggle. Since there were no marks of violence he assumed she was suffocated.
He looked away.
Who would do this to a woman of all people? Suddenly, his eye caught a sudden flash of movement. Was it her?!? No. No, impossible. He inwardly laughed at how jittery he was. This wasn't the first dead body he had ever seen. He could remember others. Many others.
Another flash of movement. This time he was sure it was her. He looked on as her eyes slowly opened. She was looking straight at him. Lestrade and Watson froze in terror. Holmes couldn't move, he felt as if his feet were glued to the floor. They watched in horror as she clumsily hopped off the examination table and stood before them.
She smiled and suddenly grabbed Holmes by the neck.
She slowly started to squeeze.
"NOOOOOOO!!!" Sherlock Holmes shot up in bed, shaking uncontrollably. He looked around quickly, realizing it was only a dream.
A horrible, horrible dream.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. The cold swept over him, covering him like a blanket. He knew this feeling all too well. He got it whenever he thought about.
THEM.
He sighed, relaxing a bit. He lay back down, hoping for sleep. After a while of tossing and turning, sleep found him.
*** That's all I got so far. I don't really know where to take this now so I would love to hear some ideas. I kinda want to keep this in a romantic scheme 'cause I'm that kinda person. I also want Holmes to have the Sixth Sense. It would be a good twist since he believes in nothing of the sort. Other than that I'm up for anything you throw at me, so please send reviews! More Reviews=More stories, FASTER, so keep it up!!
Ps. Sorry it's so short!
Pps. REVIEW!!!!!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Hey everyone!! It's me, neoholmesz, and this is my 2nd fanfic!! I want to thank Mary Christmas and Bonnie S. for sending me reviews on The Christmas Wish. It's people like you who help me keep going. Thanx!! Also these two are some of the best authors so I suggest you see their stories!
As usual, I own nothing. Sherlock Holmes belongs to ACD and The Sixth Sense belongs to M. Night S.
RATED: PG-13 For some scary and/or grisly moments.
Please keep your hands and legs inside the vehicle at all times. Thank You! And here we go!
The woman had been dead for a long time. Holmes didn't know how long, he didn't want to know. He looked on as Lestrade restated the facts. It was a homicide. Holmes was sure of that. There was blood under her fingernails, possibly from a struggle. Since there were no marks of violence he assumed she was suffocated.
He looked away.
Who would do this to a woman of all people? Suddenly, his eye caught a sudden flash of movement. Was it her?!? No. No, impossible. He inwardly laughed at how jittery he was. This wasn't the first dead body he had ever seen. He could remember others. Many others.
Another flash of movement. This time he was sure it was her. He looked on as her eyes slowly opened. She was looking straight at him. Lestrade and Watson froze in terror. Holmes couldn't move, he felt as if his feet were glued to the floor. They watched in horror as she clumsily hopped off the examination table and stood before them.
She smiled and suddenly grabbed Holmes by the neck.
She slowly started to squeeze.
"NOOOOOOO!!!" Sherlock Holmes shot up in bed, shaking uncontrollably. He looked around quickly, realizing it was only a dream.
A horrible, horrible dream.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. The cold swept over him, covering him like a blanket. He knew this feeling all too well. He got it whenever he thought about.
THEM.
He sighed, relaxing a bit. He lay back down, hoping for sleep. After a while of tossing and turning, sleep found him.
*** That's all I got so far. I don't really know where to take this now so I would love to hear some ideas. I kinda want to keep this in a romantic scheme 'cause I'm that kinda person. I also want Holmes to have the Sixth Sense. It would be a good twist since he believes in nothing of the sort. Other than that I'm up for anything you throw at me, so please send reviews! More Reviews=More stories, FASTER, so keep it up!!
Ps. Sorry it's so short!
Pps. REVIEW!!!!!