Hey everyone! This is going to be some horror schtuff right here! So I hope you guys like it! This takes place just before the Hollow Boy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lockwood & Co.
It was nearly midnight. Lockwood, George and I stood in a small circle, our backs together, and rapiers at the ready.
"Temperature has dropped below 15..." George muttered, popping a stick of gum into his mouth.
"Any noise, Lucy?" Lockwood inquired.
I shook my head, and focused harder. "No, not yet. I'm picking up some faint whispers, though."
"Ok. I can see a death glow now. Its over near below rafters. It's quite faint, small, and harder to see, but it's still there."
An apparition was beginning to appear. It was of a small boy, no older than six, with wispy blonde hair and sky blue eyes. His small body glowed faintly with other-light. The whispers from before intensified. I herd a faint, childlike voice arise from the other whispers.
"Please, daddy, no."
"I'm getting something." I said quietly. Lockwood turned his head, eyes fixing on the small apparition.
"Daddy, NO!"
"He's just saying no. He's talking to his father."
"Anything else?" George asked, and I held up a hand to silence him.
"Daddy no!"
"Still saying the same thing. Let me listen."
Lockwood nodded, and his grip tightened on his rapier.
"I won't let you, daddy."
The boy rushed forward towards us, his arms outstretched. He hit the iron chains with a burst of ectoplasm, and rushed back to his original spot.
"He said; 'I won't let you, daddy."
"Try reassuring him," Lockwood suggested, "It helped a bit with the Miss Sellers case."
I nodded, and turned my gaze fully to the boy. The ghost-fog was now thick, swirling around the recesses of the iron chains.
"We'll help you. We'll stop your daddy."
"Mummy, wake up!"
"We'll help your mummy too," I stated, as calm as possible. It's never good to have negative feelings during a visitation. I tightened my grip on my rapier, and focused harder.
"Mummy is gone."
I nudged my backpack with my foot. Inside the bag was a silver glass jar. Inside the jar was an old skull, which a type three was tied to.
"The source." I hissed to the ghost in the jar. "Any ideas?"
"I think so. At least I think. It's something having to do with the boy's mother."
"But where is it?"
"How should I know? I'm just a ghost in a jar. If you let me out, I could go to it, and bring it to you-"
"No way."
"Fine, fine. Look in the armoire."
I nodded, and turned my gaze on a great wooden armoire. I stepped out out of iron chains, and to the armoire.
"Lucy!" Lockwood called.
"Are you mad?!" George cried suddenly.
"I'm onto something!" I cried, prying open the doors. It was empty. I sighed, getting ready to walk back to the circle of chains, until the skull spoke again.
"Go back. Look again."
I froze, and turned, examining the floor of the armoire. Near where it met the back wall, there was a solid wedge of darkness. I slipped my fingers into the crack, and with a great heave, I fell back, the wood gripped in my hands. I looked back at the compartment I had just opened. Inside was what I immediately recognized as a hat pin. It appeared to be made of gold. I could sense something behind me. I looked over my shoulder.
The boy's ghost was no more than three feet from me. I ripped a canister of iron filings free from my belt, and threw it at him. It burst, and he shrieked, disappearing.
Lockwood stepped forward, kneeling beside me.
"A hat pin?" he asked. I nodded, and picked it up gently. It was cold. burning cold, even through my cloves. I quickly dropped it in a silver chain link pouch, and the psychic buildup disappeared. Lockwood game me a gigawatt smile.
"Great job, Luce.
When we got back to Portland Row, George began to explain what he hadn't gotten a chance to tell us about the visitor we had just faced.
"So, the boy's name was Ezra lyle?"
George nodded. "His father murdered his mother, and then murdered him when he interfered."
"That's terrible." I said.
George nodded.
"Well, he can rest in peace now, thanks to us."
I smiled, and sipped my tea. Just then, there was a knock at the door.
Lockwood rose, and went to answer the door.
"My name is Cordelia Cartwright, and I'm here because I've been seeing something in my home..."
Lockwood nodded, and waved the woman on.
She was thin, with a thin face to match. She had wide grey eyes, and dark blond hair that was pulled half back, held there by a pink pin. She was wearing a grey button down cardigan on her thin shoulders, and a plain pale pink dress that reached her knees. Upon her feet were a pair of magenta pumps. She was young, maybe early 20's, and quite pretty.
"Can you describe it?" Lockwood asked, flashing her a megawatt smile.
"It was... It seems to be a woman... or a girl. She has been terrifying my servants... and my husband and daughter."
"Can you describe the shape?" I asked.
"Defiantly female." Mrs. Cartwright remarked, picking up a doughnut from the plate, and taking a small bite. "In a dress, according to my daughter, who can see her better than I can sense her presence."
I nodded, and George jotted down something in his notes, then helping himself to a doughnut.
"Have you hired anyone else to examine this case?" Lockwood asked, resting his chin on his hand, seemingly uninterested.
Mrs. Cartwright nodded. "I hired some Grimble agents to look into it. Two girls. Young, they were. One got ghost touched. Thankfully, she was alright, but it was almost too late. The other one... claimed that there was nothing. The one who got ghost touched had to have therapy from what she had witnessed. She claimed the ghost lock was so strong that she nearly threw herself from the top of the stairs."
This got Lockwood's attention. He immediately sat strait up, his eyes glinting. "Are there any other accounts, Mrs. Cartwright?"
Again, she nodded, eyes fixing on her lap. "My servant claims that he has seen her roaming the hallways at night. Thin, he says she is, and pale. She wears some kind of dress."
"Has she ever attacked anyone?" I asked, leaning forward slightly in my seat.
Again, she nodded, her thin face paling. "That's the reason I have seeked help again."
"How soon do you want us to take the case?" Lockwood asked.
She looked up at him, hope glimmering in her eyes. "As soon as you can, Mr. Lockwood.
That's finished! I really hope you guys liked this, and I will update probably later today! See ya for now!
~Starry