Author's note: Since Halloween is coming up, I thought I'd do something sort of seasonal. It isn't much, but I hope you like it anyway.


Inspector Athelney Jones stopped and turned when he realized he was no longer being followed. He looked back at his two companions.

"Is there a problem?" He inquired sharply.

Hopkins flushed. "That's a graveyard." He pointed out.

"And?" Jones pressed.

"It's a full moon." Hopkins reluctantly explained with a shudder. Beside him Bradstreet shivered in agreement.

Jones rolled his eyes. "Don't tell me you believe in ghosts." Bradstreet and Hopkins exchanged an uneasy glance.

"Strange things happen when the moon is full." Bradstreet defended himself and his comrade.

Jones didn't deny the statement, but he did scoff at the other Inspector. "Magic now?" He sneered. Hopkins looked, if possible, even more flustered.

Jones sighed and wondered why he always ended up with superstitious people in these types of situations. "Do you want to just leave them in there?" He snapped.

Both Inspectors hardened instantly. "No." Hopkins grumbled. Bradstreet sighed.

"Let's just get this over with." He said. He and Hopkins crossed over into the cemetery. They followed Jones through the darkness, the hair prickling on the back of their necks.


Disclaimer: Sherlock and the boys do not belong to me.