Ah! Chapter seven! I have to say that this chapter required me to do a lot of research, I scared the shit out of myself reading all that creepy stuff *shudder* I also scared myself writing this, hehe. Does anyone have an idea on what might be going on yet? Anyways, I hope you enjoy! Feel free to review and follow! Reviews make me all happy and stuff.


"MollyBear, I don't think this is a good idea. It's an old building and one of you can get hurt." she heard Morton say through her mobile.

Molly sat on the couch trying to get away from all the commotion in the dining room.

"Don't worry, MortMort." she said to the device in her hand.

"We'll be safe, we'll make sure to call if anything happens."

"Is your brother going with you?" he asked in an almost fatherly tone.

"Of course. So are Erin and Zach."

The other end stayed silent for a bit she almost thought he hung up and then she heard him sigh.

"Don't let them do anything stupid, alright?"

Molly giggled "You know I won't."

"Alright. I suppose I can't convince you not to go. Take care, love you."

"I love you too."

After a few more words she hung up her mobile and shoved it in her coat pocket.

"He doesn't want us to go?" she heard Sherlock say.

The tall man walked up to her and put a pair of fuzzy earmuffs on her head, Molly nodded her thanks as she grabbed her scarf from the couch.

"He's just worried." she told him. "It is an old building that has sat unoccupied for a long time. No one goes there so who knows what the conditions of the building are."

"You know you could have asked him what had happened there." he told her.

"I did... He wouldn't tell me." she admitted.

Sherlock made a face before shrugging he placed a hand on the small of her back and led her to the dining room where everyone sat at the table, she noticed Mary wasn't among the group but as she opened the her mouth to ask where she was, the blonde made her way out the bathroom. Molly immediately noticed how sickly she looked.

"Mary, are you ok?"

John was immediately out of his seat and at his fiancée's side.

"I think I'll sit this one out." she muttered.

"Do you want me to stay with you?" said John with concern.

"No. Go, don't miss out on all the fun for my sake."

"Mar-"

"John, please. I'll stay here make myself a cuppa and read that book Molly let me borrow. I'll be fine. I promise."

She placed a reassuring kiss on his cheek and made her way to the kitchen to set the kettle on the stove, John looked concerned, but finally nodded and looked up at the group.

"Alright, then. Ready to go?"


They decided to take the rental because there was more space, as they pull up to the abandoned Sanitarium, Sherlock could see it better now. The grey concrete aged with time, vegetation grew along the walls and dead trees surrounded the area. Windows shattered and dirty from the elements, an iron gate presented itself at the entrance, he spotted a chain and bolt lock holding the gate close.

"I got this." said Erin from the back seat.

The door opened, letting out a cold burst of air into the warm interior of the car, Sherlock shivered lightly and tightened his scarf around his neck. Sherlock heard the boot lid open and the sound of a zipper. A few seconds late he spotted Erin at the gate with a pair of large piles, a loud snap and he could see the chain fall limply to the ground. Erin opened the gate wide enough to let the car enter and hurried back to the car.

"Bloody hell it's cold." he said as he rubbed his hands together.

Thomas began driving again and stopped at the entrance, after turning the car of he looked over his shoulder at the group.

"Are we sure we want to do this?" he said with hint of hesitation in his voice.

The others shrugged "Come on, don't be a chicken." said Erin "I can't believe your baby sister is braver than you."

Thomas rolled his eyes "I'm not a chicken! I was merely asking if everyone was ok with doing this. Jesus Christ." he mumbled the last part under his breath.

Sherlock rolled his eyes boring he opened the door and quickly exited. A gust of cold air hit his face, the other exited the car as Sherlock made his way up the steps of Blackwood, his fingers slithered around the padlock on the door, he turned around to call Erin, but the man was already on his way with the large pliers. Sherlock spotted Molly, her nose and cheeks reddened from the cold, Sherlock was glad he had given her ear muffs to wear she didn't want her to freeze up here because he wanted to find some more evidence. With an echoing snap the pad lock fell to the ground and Sherlock was at Erin's side helping him push the door open.

"Oi! Don't forget to take torches!" Said Thomas.

He handed Sherlock a torch before handing some to the rest. The group entered a large open area, Sherlock spotted painting of religious figures plastered on the fading peeling wall, the ceiling had a large chandelier that was missing a few crystals which Sherlock spotted shattered on the floor. A large staircase was in front of them, dividing into three separate hallways.

"So what exactly are we looking for here?" said Thomas

The man shone his torch at the painting on the wall and made a face.

"We're looking for information, any records on Lillian Hart or whatever happened here."

He shone his light to the staircase and twitched his lip.

"We'll split up. I'm sure there's a records office around here. Zach and Erin will go to the west wing, while Thomas and John to the east. Molly and I will look around down here before exploring the north wing. Does everyone understand?"

"Just please don't have some weird shag session in one of the patients room." groaned John.

"I feel like you and Molly are the typ-."

"Please don't talk about my sisters sexual innuendos in front of me." groaned Thomas.

Sherlock spotted Molly turn a deep shade of red, before Sherlock smirked "Please, John. We're on a case. If anything you should say that to Erin and Zach. The two have obviously still in that stage of their relationship... what did you call it Molly? The Honeymoon stage?"

Molly nodded shyly before he turned to Erin and Zach, the pair smirked playfully "We promise." they said in unison.

"Now." began Sherlock. "If you have any other stupid things to say, John. I'd really like to start looking; I would hate being here longer than necessary."

John rolled his eyes and began walking "Keep your mobiles on." he shouted as the two pairs made their way up the stairs.


Molly walked along side Sherlock, they had made it down a long corridor she shone the light at random directions occasionally shining the light into completely dark rooms.

"What do you know about this place?" asked Sherlock suddenly.

"Not much. They said they locked it down due to lack of funds, but it was never truly said."

The two entered a room and found a dirty rusty bed in the corner, Molly let out a shiver at the restraints bolted to the bed, the mattress was still there, molded and destroyed with age, Molly could also spot scratch marks on the walls.

"Many sanitariums were overcrowded and completely unsanitary." said Sherlock as he approached one of the walls.

Molly stopped listening to him as she spotted movement in the corner of her eye somehow all this felt... familiar. She slowly began walking, unaware that she was leaving Sherlock behind. As she continued further down the hall flashes of memories began to fill her mind. She was staring at the same hallways, except the walls didn't seem old and torn up, she could see patients cowering in the corner, some were in a fetal position and others swaying back and forth staring blankly into space. Molly could see now that she was strapped to a wheelchair her heart began to beat rapidly. Suddenly her flashes were gone as she was standing in a room, a metal surgical chair sat in the middle of the room. Molly swallowed a lump in her throat, how had she gotten there? Her eyes roamed the room until her eyes settled on a figure in the corner. Her heart began to beat, the figure stepped closer into the only light illuminating into the room Molly examined her slowly, the woman was dressed in an old nurses outfit, her hair was tuck neatly into a little hat. Molly quickly turned on her heel to run out of the room, but the big metal door slammed shut in front of her, a scared sob suddenly escaped Molly Hooper's lips.


Sherlock finished examining the walls, and realized that Molly had gone quiet, turning around he shone the light were Molly had once been standing.

"Molly?" he said out loud. "Oh hell..." he muttered

He waited a few seconds but there was no response, Sherlock let out a growl of frustration and strutted out of the room, he shone his light on each end of the corridors, he noticed they had become darker than they were before. He walked towards the opposite way they had from, thinking Molly had gone ahead into the other rooms without telling him. He spotted a door with the word office in chipping black paint. Sherlock pushed the door opened and spotted opened up cabinets and scattered papers all on the ground. He walked up to one of the cabinets and pulled it open a little more, he shone his light in it and scanned the names on the files. Suddenly he heard a noise behind him and shone his light over his shoulder.

"Molly?"

Again, there was no response, he knitted his brows together and spotted a manila folder on the desk, it was cleaner and newer looking than the other things in there. Strange he thought to himself. The consulting detective plopped himself into the old swivel chair and put the torch between his teeth, he examined the manila folder and read the name on it Lillian Hart. Setting the torch to the side he opened the file and began reading it.

"Patient #9016

Overview, patient has been sustained into solitary confinement; she is still heard screaming most nights claiming that the man keeps entering her room. Subject to undergo electroconvulsive therapy."

Sherlock made a face of disgust as he examined the pictures on the page, a young dark-haired woman was restraint to a surgical chair, an ECT strapped to her. Sherlock scanned the page and continued reading.

"Patient #9016, no success with the therapy, the patient has experienced some memory lost, but she still goes on about the man in her room."

Sherlock let out a sigh and read the last entry.

"Patient has become pregnant; sources on how this occurred are still unknown schedule a time to terminate pregnancy."

Sherlock scanned through the rest of the page until a noise at the door caused him to look up, he frowned lightly as his pathologist stared blankly in his direction.

"Molly? Are you alright?"

Without a word the tiny woman walked away from the door and disappeared into the dark corridor, without a hesitation he got up from the chair grabbing the file with him before exiting. He spotted Molly enter a room, quickly he entered it and found her on the bed, her back pressed to the wall and her legs to her chest. He heard her soft sighs and Sherlock stepped closer, the brunette stopped crying.

"Are we going to die?" she whispered softly.

The tiny woman looked up at him, her doe eyes red and wet with tears, he now noticed what she was wearing, a thin grey dress and no shoes.

"Molly, what happened to your clothes? It's freezing you'll get sick."

The woman climbed off the bed and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"You'll keep me safe won't you?" she murmured softly.

He instinctively wrapped his arms around her shoulder, she was freezing cold.

"Molly..." he whispered.

The pathologist looked up at him and got on her toes, she pressed her cold lips against his, but Sherlock pulled her away.

"Molly not right now."

But the tiny woman didn't listen, she clutched onto his shoulder with enough strength to make him wince in pain, she forced herself on him again, but Sherlock tried to resist.

"M-Molly, s-stop it!" he growled.

He looked down at her and let out a bellow of surprise as noticed that whoever this was, it certainly wasn't Molly. Her hair was messy and covering her sickly face, her skin was a grey shade and her eyes had an opaque, milky glaze over them. Sherlock shoved her to the floor and stepped back.

"Who the hell are you!?" he almost shouted.

The woman curled up in a ball and began rocking back and forth.

"Isn't this what you wanted?" she whispered frantically.

Sherlock's heart was beating rapidly, his thoughts went to Molly.

"Where's Molly!?" he shouted at her.

The woman ignored him and continued to rock back and forth.

"I thought this was what you wanted." she kept repeating.

Sherlock let out a grunt of frustration and turned to leave the room, he could hear the woman sobbing loudly as he ran down the dark corridor.


"This place is creepy as hell." muttered John.

Both men turned the corner and spotted a locked office, the quickly approached it and rattled the knob.

"Here let me."

Tommy took out a pick from his pocket and within a few seconds he had the door opened.

"Wow! You're almost as good as Sherlock." commented John

The two entered the office and looked around; the place seemed untouched except by the thick layer of dust that had accumulated during the years.

"This is Morton's old office." said Tommy as he pointed at a certificate hung on the wall.

The two split up, John went to the desk, while Thomas to the old filing cabinets.

"Do you think it's serious?" asked Thomas suddenly.

"What's serious?" replied John as he tried to open the desk drawer.

"Whatever's going on between my sister and Sherlock." he finally said.

"He doesn't seem that interested in her to be honest."

John stopped what he was doing and looked up at Thomas; the man didn't dare look at him.

"That's just how Sherlock is you know? He's really not the type to show... emotions. He's changed a lot since he's started a relationship with your sister. He used to be a divvy arsehole who you wanted to punch the second he opened his mouth. But, now... He's tolerable.."

John smirked and pulled open the drawer, he spotted an old revolver and a leather-bound journal, something told him not to tell Thomas of his finding, and instead he tucked it in his coat.

"Do you think he loves her?" he said as he made his way with a stack of papers.

He plopped them on the desk causing a puff of dust to fly on John's face. After a series of coughs John nodded.

"I do believe he loves her, in his own way. I can see the way he looks at her when he thinks no one is looking. They're relationship is a little weird. She's been very patient with him, and I think he appreciates that."

Thomas grinned and nodded, he seemed content with the answer. "I'm glad to hear that. I don't care what type of man my baby sister dates, I just don't want her to get hurt."

"Don't worry; I don't think Sherlock could do anything to hurt her. And if he does, I'll be there to protect her."

Thomas nodded at him "Thanks mate. Now let's look at what we got here. Did you find anything in the desk?"

John shook his head and took out the revolver "Nope, just this old revolver."

Thomas took a step back and nodded "Right... Let's have a look at these then."


"Electroshock, lobotomies, isolation experiments. My god, this is so fucked up." said Thomas.

The two men continued through the stacks of papers, occasionally cringing at pictures or things they read.

"I can't believe all this fucked up shit happened here." muttered Thomas in horror.

"It was a different time. People didn't know better." replied John.

The two concentrated on the papers again, suddenly they heard horrified scream. The two looked at each other with wide eyes.

"That sounded like..." began John.

"Molly!"

The two quickly dashed out of the room and back in the direction they came from. They heard her scream again and headed towards one of the corridors, the two males stopped in front of a big metal door and banged on the wall, they could hear Molly's gasping sobs on the other end.

"Molly!" cried Thomas as he banged on the door.

John took a hold of the handle and began pulling on it "Help me get the door open." he said through gritted teeth.

Thomas took a hold of the handle and with combined strength they managed to pull it open. The two quickly opened the door and gasped at what they saw. Molly laid on a surgical chair twitching rapidly as if she were having a seizure, John hurried to the ECT machine which was slowly rising up in power, Thomas hurried to take the straps around her sister's head off.

"Don't!" warned John "It will electrocute you!"

Thomas stepped back and waited as John fumbled with the machine, as soon as he stopped it, Molly stopped twitching on the seat, she could hear her muffled sobbing. Thomas pulled the straps off her and pulled her to a hug, causing Molly to cry even harder.

"Molly, Where's Sherlock?"

"I-I d-don't k-know." stammered Molly.

"What's h-happening to me?" she said suddenly.

Both males looked at each other before Thomas took her in her arms like a baby. Molly pressed her head on the crook of his neck and began to cry again.

"You take Molly to the car, call Erin and Zach. I'll go look for Sherlock."

The two nodded at their game plan and exited the room. A lump on his throat formed on his throat as he let out a breathy sigh, he too wondered what was going on with them.