193 Copperfield Lane
Chapter One
"You know, no matter how many times I say it, I really do love the 50's," The Doctor says, swaying ever so slightly to the music.
I laugh, "Yeah, you and 1954 should go get a room." He smiles his big dopey smile, brown eyes expanding with joy, a small fire alight at the very center.
"I'm not kidding, this year is bloody brilliant. And not just that, the music! Oh I do love the music." He twirled me around to the beat of the song. I laugh, my long pink skirt flying around my waist.
"You know, we should probably be getting back to business." I say, still laughing. He pulls me in closer and makes his voice sound deep with mock manliness.
"Why? Do you find my dancing skills...distracting?" he raises an eyebrow.
I shove him aside, "Oh get off it, I'm serious. We're here to 'investigate' not play around in a pub."
"Oh, but Rose Tyler, it's a pub in 1954! Isn't the least bit exciting?" I roll my eyes and try to look annoyed, a look I can never quite pull off when the Doctor's around.
"Come on," I say, taking his hand and dragging it out the door, "Where did you say the address was?"
"Do we have to go so soon?" He responded, putting up his I'm-a-little-kid act.
"Doctor…"
"Fine, fine, it was 193 Copperfield Lane."
"Thank you," I tell him sternly. I look down the street. It was dotted with a few people here and there, mostly couples, enjoying the view of the setting sun. I single out a small couple in the distance and march straight up to them.
They looked like you're ideal twenty-year-old pair from 1954. The woman was a pretty brunette, her hair tied up in a high pony. She wore a white shirt with a baby blue poodle skirt and black loafers. The man wore slick jeans with a black shirt and a leather jacket. His black hair was slicked back in a way I could only describe as the 'Danny Zucko.'
I tilt my head to the side and lightly tap the girl on the shoulder. She turns and gives me an annoyed smile, her pink lip gloss shining in the fading sunlight.
"Hi…," I say awkwardly, "I'm a tinsy bit lost. Do you mind telling me where 193 Cloverfield Lane is?"
She opened her mouth to say something but the boy cut in before her. "193 Cloverfield Lane?" I nod, "Why on Earth would you want to go there? That place is haunted, man. Nobody ever goes in that comes out alive."
"Oh, yeah," The Doctor says placing his hand on my shoulder, "That's us. Real haunted house enthusiasts." I glare at him but he just winks and continues to smile.
The girl looks up at us nervously, "Ah… right. So, um, just go down the street and take the third right. 193's at the very end."
I thank her and follow her directions. I look up at the house. 193 Cloverfield Lane. Most of the houses on this block looked nice and pristine, but not this one. It looked like a shack with it's boarded up windows and floorboards falling apart at the seams. I nervously turned to the Doctor and ask, "Are you sure this is it?"
"Oh most definitely," he responds, grinning. We walk up the front steps, the ground creaking with every step. "You ready?" The Doctor asks me, his hand on the door, ready to push. I nod and try to fight the impulses to chew on my lip. He walks in front of me, cautiously placing each foot in front of the other. The house was trashed as well, tables overturned, sofa's slashed through. We round a corner and face what looks like the door to the dining room. The Doctor puts up his hand, ordering me to stop.
And that's when I hear it. Voices.
It sounded like two, though I couldn't be sure. The door muffled the sound way too much. The Doctor pulled out his sonic screwdriver from his coat pocket as quietly as possible. Silently, he put his finger to his lips and placed his hand on the door. He slams it open with a loud bang and ferociously pointed the screwdriver at the source of the voices.
Inside the room were two people I wasn't expecting. The first one was a girl with long red hair and a purple scarf, a frightened look in her eyes and behind her stood a shocked young man in a tweed jacket and red bowtie.