Disclamer:I don't own SH22.
Note:Yes,I didn't finish the other story.I was running out of ideas. -.-'
On the night of Holloween,ghost stories were being told on Bakerstreet.(and been disproven by you know who)
It was Lestride's turn to tell a tail.She had herd of a story of why the Sherlock Holmes Museum had the lack of visiters...
"I herd that when this place was a Museum,the people who used to work there would,at night,hear a violin playing.But no one could find the violinist or any other source of the music.Some say it was most likely a ghost..."
"Balderdash!It would most likely the trick of the mind,an overactive imagination."Holmes interrupted.
"But thats not all,"she continued"there was also tabaco smoke floating in the siting room,but the cameras saw nothing.Some say it was the ghost..."
"It could be anything,a worker could have been smokeing wile cleaning up."Holmes again interrupted not takeing the story seriusly.
"All this and more was going on for years and years.Like seeing a shadow of a tall man in the window,the sound of foot steps at odd hours of the night.The Museum was closed for the lack of visiters bacuse they were getting spooked by the ghost..."She finished
"Who was this ghost,and what happened to it?We never hered fom it."asked Watson.
"This is the good part,they say the ghost was Sherlock Holmes himself."She said.
Holmes ponders over this for a moment,all the facts did point to him,but how would he know if he was the ghost or not.He had to adment it,the verry idea is kinda creepy,but he won't show it.
He held on this idea all night.He could be the liveing ghost of 221b Bakerstreet...Or is he..