Hello! This is my first story, I hope you like it. No negativity please, but I always really love constructive criticism. I love the Lockwood and Co books, September 12 seems so far away. I'll try to update as soon as I can, I have the whole thing planned out so even though it might take a bit to get started it should go pretty fast. I hope you enjoy the story. Note: the picture is not mine here is the link to where I found it post/150580528639/doodle-doot-doot-lucy-trying-to-look-badass-im
Some ghosts aren't dangerous, just freakishly annoying. On nights when you had to go up against those ghosts you mostly just had to blunder through, and try to sort through the (even more than usual) fragmented bits of information you get while you fight it. Tonight was one of those nights. And I had just ran out of my favorite chewing gum.
All night we had felt the ghost, barely. It was as seeing things through a veil, you could tell it was there, but you couldn't make it features out. Currently I was sitting in the middle of my iron circle, digging though my belt, wishing for once that Holly had gone through it and replenished supplies. Nights always seemed longer without gum. The house we were in was relatively small, I could see the light from George's candle around the corner, and hear the sound of pages turning. I was upstairs with George, and Lockwood was downstairs. So far we hadn't found anything, although George claims that the ghost slammed the door on his foot, I wasn't convinced that it wasn't just his own clumsiness however. By dawn I had heard nothing, Lockwood had seen nothing. So we headed home to call the client and tell them that unfortunately we hadn't been able to locate his type
one.
As soon as we got home George got on the phone to call, I went upstairs to shower, and Lockwood went to the basement to vent his frustration on the poor dummies. After my shower I flopped into bed and was about to go to sleep when I had a sudden thought, the skull hadn't bothered me today. I was surprised it wasn't whining about how I had left it behind today. George better not have been doing experiments on it again, when he did that it got grumpy and let out all of its frustration on me. I wished I knew some nicer type threes, or that Lockwood, and George could hear it. I turned over in bed, and changed my mind. The skull goes on about all kinds of stupid things, I can ignore them, but George would start having a conversation with it and who knows how that would end.
I decided that maybe it would be nice to have someone to talk to, and since Lockwood and George were both in foul moods, and Holly had gone home already that left the skull. Unless I wanted to go out seeking Flo Bones or Quill Kipps. I mean, I could have found them if I tried, they were both probably out right now. Well, Flo at least, I didn't know what Kipps was doing now. Lockwood said he could work here if he wanted, but he hadn't taken us up on the offer, at least, not yet.
I got up and began to search my room, why was I even looking for the skull? I didn't like it, or need it. Particularly when there were perfectly fine people in the house. I guess maybe it was kind of a part of the team now, a part of the team who cheered while we risked our lives.
It wasn't in my room so I went down the stairs and braved Georges, but his room was empty of any skulls. Unless you count my sketches of the skull I'd done for him, or the pictures in his books. I peeked into Lockwood's room, but it was clean and empty of it's owner and my prey. It wasn't in the library where George was reading a comic, and when I asked him about it he said he'd left it in the basement.
I snuck down the stairs, trying to be as quiet as possible. Lockwood was down here, and after failed cases he was generally not inclined to be friendly.
When I poked my head through the doorway I saw him, slim, and tall. He was slashing at poor Joe, who looked like he might soon need a new arm. I didn't understand how we wasn't exhausted. I got tired after twenty minutes of fencing, he must've been at it for at least an hour. I scanned the basement, but couldn't see the tell-tale green glow. I sighed tiredly, what was I doing? Looking for an annoyance when I should be sleeping? So I trudged back upstairs and fell into bed.
But none of us, including Holly, saw the skull the next day.
Or the next.
Or the next.