OK, this is a little prologue/teaser of something I have just started working on today - but due to exam revision, exams, work experience and other mad stuff, it might take me a while to actually get the first chapter up. I just want to know - what do you think?
Disclaimer - I do not own any of Doyle's creations. Unfortunately.
Prologue
The dark took hold of him, choking him in its intensity. Peter tried to run, but something held him back. All around him, it seemed like the walls, the paintings were coming alive, the eyes of men and women long dead boring into his soul and stopping his breath. He did not believe in ghosts…they were not real…he had to keep telling himself that, had to believe that in some way those words would fend off the terror which wrapped itself around his heart.
"I can hear you…" the voice cut through the darkness like a shard of glass. It was a woman's voice, crystal clear, sharp, and refined. He heard something…whispers in the dark all around him, he could not hear what they were saying…just murmurs, mutterings.
Peter made for the door, tried to leave, but it was locked fast, bolted from the outside. The voices rose in intensity, the woman's voice coming crystal clear "I can see you…" Peter screamed, scared out of his wits. He ran to the window. He made sure the glass did not stop him…
"Suicide" the man stated the fact "But such a look of terror on his face…" He stood up from his position next to the body.
"What shall I say, Inspector Lestrade?" asked the young constable, standing nearby, notebook in hand.
"It looks like a suicide. There are men searching the house?"
"It was empty."
"Ah. I see."
"Inspector…"
"Yes?"
"Is it suicide?"
"I do not know. But I know a man who might be interested."