"SHERLOCK WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Exclaimed a confused John, as he stared at Sherlock, who had completely messed up the living room. Now, he may have been less angry, given that it wasn't 1:00 AM. "I'm bored!" Sherlock said back, looking around for something to do. "At ONE in the MORNING? Shouldn't you be asleep?" John spat angrily. Sherlock rolled his eyes, "I slept through the whole day, do you really think I'd be asleep right now? Man, all-nighters take it out of you. It was worth it though, caught him just in time!" John sighed. A diamond thief had sent them through a wild goose-chase all of last night. John didn't sleep through the day, unlike Sherlock. For once he was smarter than Sherlock, because he did not sleep so he wouldn't throw off his sleep schedule. "Fine, then... I guess we could go out for a walk. Maybe with the fresh air you could figure out some ancient unsolved mystery or something..." John said, not keen on the idea, but hoping it would get Sherlock tired enough to be quiet for the night. They both went into their own rooms and changed into better clothing for a midnight walk, and then set off.
As they were walking, John attempted a few times to make idle chit chat, but to no avail as Sherlock made a simple answer and then remained quiet. He was surprised he didn't want to talk, for the night seemed quite eery this night. They'd walked at night before, but there was a certain emptiness that made it so... creepy. Like there were a million concealed eyes watching them, waiting to do... the worst they could. "Sh-Sherlock, shouldn't we head back? I think we're in an unfamiliar part of town..." Said a wary john as he looked around. Nothing around them seemed familiar. It was a lot more run down, scarier and weirder. They had been walking for quite a bit, so they must have walked into a part they didn't know of or notice they were walking into. "Why?" Said a questioning and suspicious Sherlock. He noticed a hint of fear in his friend's voice, not to mention the stutter, that didn't sound like just being cold. John shook, "It's just... Sherlock doesn't it seem a bit... creepy a-around here?" He said nervously as he looked around. Normally he enjoyed a big adrenaline rush, like running with sherlock, or facing a deadly psychopath. But something about this night seemed more unnerving. Not so rushing and fast as he was used to... it was more subtle, and slow, a very uneasy feeling. "Nonsense, there is nothing creepy about it." Sherlock said as he kept walking. "B-But-" John began, but he stopped as they both found themselves at a rotting wooden door. Above it hung a crooked and creaky sign: "ENTER IF YOU DARE" It said in big, faded letters. Sherlock started to open the door, only for John to grab his hand, "Sherlock why are you going in there? Doesn't ENTER IF YOU DARE frighten you AT ALL?" Sherlock shrugged at his remark, "The place is abandoned. You can tell, because for one it's rotting and in need of repair. Also, there are no lights inside. Not even a candle. And there is not a breathing sound coming from the whole house. So, let's explore." John groaned, hoping this would appease Sherlock enough to go home and go to sleep. He just hoped he wouldn't regret it.