The Haunting, Chapter the Third.
A/N-First off, I'd like to thank those who read and reviewed!
Faith Robin—I'm glad that you spotted that. I'll give it a try, thanks. I'm glad that you're enjoying the story.
Mrs. Pencil—Yes, I think that Watson did win that one. I hope that you like this install as well as the last one. Best Dishes! Have a great Weekend!
============================================================================================== = The ride to Creedence Hall was very nice for Watson, who was enjoying the scenery. Holmes was sitting with his arms crossed and his chin upon his breast, neither looking to the left or to the right. The rythmic swaying of the cab was just about to put them both to sleep when they arrived at their destination.
They alighted from the cab, grateful for the chance to stretch their limbs. As they proceeded up the path that led to the Hall, they were met by the beruffled figure of their client, Diana Sherman- Wentworth herself. She was really a vision in pink. Pink polka dots, really. As was already mentioned, there were ruffles everywhereon her dress. Where there were neither polka dots or ruffles there were small black bows. Under her arm there was a small black poodle who looked like he wished he was anywhere else but tucked under his mistress' arm.
"Miss Sherman-Wentworth, it is good to see you again," said the detective.
"I am so glad that both of you were able to make it. I do so hope that you will stay for luncheon. Do both of you like Shepherd's pie? Oh, I do hope so. A little yip at her elbow drew her attention to her poodle. " Oh, did Mama neglect her little baby? I'm so sorry." To Holmes and Watson she said, "Please allow me to introduce you to the apple of my eye. This is my dog, Onyx." She stroked it's muzzle affectionately. She turned and led the way up the front stairs to the door, where a festive wreath hung.
The Hall itself was a beautiful brick building. It consisted of three stories, and a basement. There was a candle in each window, and several trees in the front yard had ornaments on them. Not even the mailbox escaped decoration. It sported a cheery red bow. A snowfall the night before had cast a beautiful blanket of newly -fallen snow over everything.
"Welcome to Creedence Hall," Diana said, opening the door for them and holding it for them. -A/N-Sorry that it was so short, but I ran out of ideas. Please read and review.