Yes! I managed to get in another chapter today! I'm pleased to announce that this story is almost coming to a conclusion! I wonder if anyone's figured out what's going on yet... Hm.. I hope you all enjoy this chapter, I tried to add some spooky stuff in there for you all!
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"Do we really think we should be doing this?" asked Molly curiously.
Sherlock and John made themselves busy by putting on their warm clothing, Molly stood in the middle of the living room with her arms crossed over her chest. She was a little uneasy about going out into the woods at night... Last time that had happened it hadn't ended so well. John gave her a look; they had discussed it earlier after Sherlock tried to prove to them that he could take all the bags of groceries out by himself. They knew that whatever was going on with them, that if they was ghost that it would be best not upset them. Molly wasn't sure why Sherlock was so keen on going to this thing; she wondered what he was planning.
"Molly, this is mostly to prove to you two that ghost aren't real."
"But you've experienced things as well... Don't try to deny it." said John.
Sherlock grabbed Molly's scarf and put it around her neck ignoring John completely.
"Are you going to get dressed, Molly? We told Erin and Zach we'd meet them at nine."
Molly let out a sigh "I still don't think this is a good idea."
Grabbing her coat the petite girl followed Sherlock and John out the house.
Sherlock parked the rental next to Erin and Zach's car, as Molly exited the car the salty cold air hit her face, they still had a ten minute hike to the cliff side where she could already see the beams coming off a pair of torches. John handed her a torch and gave her a look.
"Ready?" he asked her.
Molly nodded and the two followed Sherlock who had already begun his hike.
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"Oh! You lot made it! Just in time too!" said Zach excitedly.
The dark-haired man handed Sherlock a small recorder before looking at the others.
"So how exactly do we start this?" asked John.
Erin looked over at them before speaking "We'll split up, I know we have an uneven number of people but Zach wants to go on his own, something about being more vulnerable to spirit. Whatever. Molly and Sherlock you two can -"
"We want to see the cliff side where Lillian died." intervened Sherlock.
Erin nodded "Sure, you two can explore there while John and I will explore the path leading to Blackwood. Zach wants to go by the stream that leads to the underground tunnels of Blackwood. Oh! Before I forget!"
He handed Molly a walkie-talkie and gave Zach the other one "If anything happens call us. We'll all meet back here."
After coming up with a game plan the group separated and headed to their designated locations. Molly and Sherlock walked in silence, only the sounds of dead leaves crunching beneath their footsteps and the waves in the distance, the young pathologist shone the light ahead of them.
"Why exactly did you want to come?" she suddenly asked.
"I've been meaning to come here and have a look. I mentioned that Lillian Hart was murdered right?"
He looked at her as she nodded before continuing.
"They claimed she jumped to her death, and no body was recovered. If she did fall from the cliff side a body would have still been recovered right?" he said
"What if they did find her and just decided to lie to the town?" she asked.
"That's what I thought too, except they wouldn't want the townspeople to go looking. Because if they did that would require them to come here."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning that they would find evidence of a murder." he told her.
Sherlock and Molly made it to a small clearing that faced the cliff side, the roaring of the waves were louder.
"What type of evidence would they find?"
Sherlock shook his head "That's why we're here."
"You're telling me you plan on finding evidence that has laid around for thirty-six years? I doubt you'll find anything." she said.
Sherlock turned around and took the torch from her hands, he leaned in and smirked.
"You're talking about me, Molly Hooper. I'll find something." he told her.
Molly rolled her eyes and made her way to the clearing she wasn't sure how Sherlock would find anything here. Even if he did it manage to find something she was sure it'd be ruined by the elements.
Molly sat on the ground while Sherlock frantically searched the area, she would occasionally hear him muttering thing under his breath, but he would continue with frustrated sighs and groans. He had told Molly not to help him, which was ok with her because she had no idea what she was supposed to be looking for.
"Molly? Sherlock?" she heard a static voice say.
Molly looked down at the walkie-talkie and heard Erin's familiar voice; Sherlock looked up for a brief second before going back to his search.
"Yes, Erin. Is everything alright?" she asked through the radio.
"Yeah, just checking in. Have you two encountered anything?" he asked.
Molly bit her lower lip lightly "Uh, no. Nothing yet." she lied.
"Oh are you playing your recorder back after each question? I know it's a little noisy up there, but maybe you're missing something. Just try it." he encouraged.
"Will do."
Molly looked down at the recorder clutched in her cold hands, she wasn't going to attempt and talk to any spirits she was actually a little scared she might hear something... But of course Molly stupid curiosity got the best of her. As she pressed play on the recorder she watched the tiny light begin beeping red before thinking of something to say.
"Hello, is there anyone who would like to speak with me?" she said outloud.
She waited a few seconds before speaking again.
"My name is Molly Hooper, what's your na-"
Just then she heard a noise coming from behind her, she looked over her shoulder at complete darkness.
"Sher-Sherlock?" she squeaked
But there was no response; she turned her head only to find that she was alone. Great... She hated when Sherlock disappeared unannounced. Molly stuck the recorder in her pocket and got up, brushing off some leaves and dirt off her bum.
"Sherlock!" she shouted, but nothing.
Molly took out the walkie-talkie and pressed it against her lips.
"John, Erin? Zach?"
She waited a few seconds but the only thing she got back was static. Molly's heart was pounding out her chest, she felt a twist in her stomach and she wanted to cry she was frightened. Maybe if she made her way back to the car... Molly nodded at the idea and turned to make her way back to the path they had come from, as soon as she began walking she stopped when she saw a figure about her height walk towards her.
Molly swallowed a lump in her throat as she saw the woman John and her had encountered days before. She was looking directly at her; Molly could see the pain in her white eyes. Molly finally managed to find her voice and said:
"Are you Lillian Hart?"
The woman stared at her before starting to walk up towards the cliff, something told Molly to follow her and so she did.
"Hello? Lillian?" she said as she followed her.
"I'm trying to help you."
The woman stopped in her tracks and began sobbing.
"You can't help me." she said in a faint tone.
"Why not?" she asked curiously.
Molly walked closer to her until she was almost at the edge of the cliff.
"No one can help me anymore." whispered the woman.
Molly felt like she was in a trance she had the sudden urge to give this poor woman a hug and she had no idea why. As if Lillian was reading her mind she stretched out her arms for a hug, Molly mimicked her actions and began walking closer to the edge. Just then she heard a familiar voice.
"Molly!"
An arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her back away from the edge; Molly came out of her trance and looked around wildly.
"Molly what the fuck!" she heard Sherlock hiss in anger.
Molly fell on top of Sherlock looked around in confusion where had Lillian gone? How had she gotten here? The pathologist had no idea what was going on.
Sherlock looked over his shoulder at Molly she was talking to Erin on the walkie-talkie, he turned his head and continued walking more towards the edge in hopes of finding something, anything that could help him figure out what happened. Suddenly he felt light-headed, that was strange, he shut his eyes tightly and let out low groan, suddenly he heard it. A cry, a baby crying what was a baby doing here? Where was it coming from? Sherlock opened his eyes, the trees looked blurry and he could barely stand his ground. Letting out another groan he swayed towards the direction of the crying. It was closer now, he managed to walk towards a tree gripped it tightly, he noticed something in the corner of eye and he turned his head slightly. It was her, the woman from the sanitarium, the woman he had thought to be his pathologist. She was staring at him and pointing down at the ground, Sherlock let out a groan and looked down at what she was pointing at, he noticed she was standing in what seemed to be a bed of moss, but somehow it stood out from the rest of the surrounding area.
"What are y-you trying to tell me?" he slurred.
And just like that she was gone, Sherlock fell to his knees and placed both hands over his face. He needed to find Molly he had to make sure she was alright. Shaking his head, he was pleased that at least he wasn't as dizzy anymore. Whatever was going on with him had passed quickly. Sherlock stood up and hurried back to where he had left Molly. Once he made it he saw her, walking out to the edge of the cliff, what was she doing! Sherlock ran towards her, his heart pounding through his chest, she was going to fall.
"Molly!" he screamed
Sherlock took a hold of her waist and pulled her towards him the two fell back and Sherlock let out a growl of anger.
"Molly what the fuck!" he hissed.
He scurried back further away from the edge and kept a tight grip on her, refusing to let go of her.
"What's going on?" she murmured.
Sherlock let out a sigh and opened his mouth to scold her, but she spoke first.
"Where is she? Where's Lillian?"
She turned to face him, a mixture of concern and confusion was plastered on her face.
"Molly do you know what you almost did!?" he almost shouted
Molly tilted her head and shook it "No? What?"
He wrapped his arms around her suddenly and pecked her forehead. He could see the confused look on Molly's face but eventually she gave in and hugged him back.
"Sherlock are you sure there's something here?" asked John.
Both men dug at the cold ground while Molly shone the light on them, Zach and Erin had decided to go home after finding nothing in their investigation. Sherlock hadn't told John or Molly about the spot until they had gone. He had made sure to leave out what had happened to both and Molly, mostly for Molly's sake since she didn't seem to remember what had happened.
"Yes, I'm positive." he grunted.
The two continued digging until they head Molly gasp.
"Is that a bone? Sticking out right there!"
She pointed at the ground and both men looked down, Sherlock crouched down and brushed off the excess dirt with his loved hand.
"Careful." he heard John whisper.
Sherlock glared at him before going back to the bone, brushing off dirt until he uncovered the rest. Once the other bones were dusted off Sherlock climbed out of the hole and took the torch from Molly, he shone it on the remains. Wearing the same grey dress they had all seen her with before, this was her. This was Lillian Hart's remains.
"Wait..." said Molly said suddenly.
She hopped into the hole and crouched down to look at the bones.
"How far along would she had been during this time?" she asked them
"I would think a few months in." said John.
"Why are you asking?"
Molly looked up at both men.
"After birth a woman's body goes through... certain changes. Look at her pelvis, really look at it. Don't you see?"
Sherlock let out a breath and looked over at John; he had the same look on his face.
"Lillian Hart had gave birth." said Molly.
"Does that mean..." began John.
Sherlock nodded "Lillian Hart's child is possibly alive." said Sherlock.