Haunted Christmas
Ch. 5
Author Note: Jayke Manners- I realize that this is very similar to an X-Files episode (in fact, that's where I got the idea for this story). Don't worry, it's going to be different.
Disclaimer: I still own nothing.
Sara flinched slightly as a spider web brushed her face. She had lost sight of Grissom almost as soon as they stepped through the doors, and the thought crossed her mind that this was a lot like that one episode of that TV show she used to watch back in San Francisco.
"Grissom?" she called, her voice echoing slightly throughout the (she hoped) empty rooms. She walked through the hallway into the next room, and gasped in amazement. It was an entomologist's dream house, with glass cases of preserved butterflies hanging on every available space. She wandered over to one of them, but before she could get close to it, she caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye. Turning quickly, she saw what looked like Grissom's jacket disappear through the doorway into the next room.
"Sara?" she heard her name called, the sound seeming to float as though it came from someplace very high up. Looking towards the ceiling, she saw nothing.
"Grissom? Is that you?" she called, with just a hint of nervousness in her voice. Her only answer was creaking overhead, followed by a loud thump. Forgetting her slight fear, she went into the next room and looked up, unable to believe her eyes.
"Um, Sara?" Grissom looked very sheepish, standing on what appeared to be a fallen bookshelf. "I think I may have broken a bookshelf."
Sara winced. The last thing she wanted to do on Christmas Eve was watch Grissom struggle with a bookshelf (but at least you get to watch Grissom, her nagging inner voice said). Her inner voice won.
"Here, can I help you with that?" she asked, trying not to laugh at the picture he made. He had somehow managed to knock over one bookshelf while the other one still stood upright. "If I pull on this end and you try to prop that end up, we might be able to stand it back up."
"I'm just extremely grateful that it was the smaller one that fell," Grissom said, breathing slightly harder than normal as they finally got the bookshelf back to its original position. "Can you imagine the damage the larger one could have done to the floor if it had fallen?"
Having examined all of the rooms downstairs, Grissom and Sara were forced to come to the conclusion that there was nothing odd about the house as far as they could see.
"Why did Catherine and Nick think this place was haunted?" Grissom asked Sara with a frown on his face. "There's obviously nothing supernatural about the house."
"Except the room with the butterflies," Sara said thoughtfully. There was something that was bothering her about it, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.