A/N: Thanks so much to MikuLover and SoapyWhisk who I didn't thank before. (My email is slow.)Not only are you awesome writers, but also totally awesome people. You deserve cotton candy. Alright, now on with the story!
The young boy gingerly turned the page of the Hound of the Baskervilles, which he had read many times before, and always loved. He tried his best to be quiet, especially when Holmes notices the picture of Hugo Baskerville. The boy gripped the flashlight and slowly turned another page.
Luke Triton, apprentice number one, was lying in his bed, late at night, secretly reading his favourite mystery novel. His parents had instructed him to go to bed, but Luke was in the middle of reading a good story, and those who read good stories know they are hard to put down.
Luke took the blanket off his head and stared at the door. If his parents came in, they would surely scold him. A gentleman never disobeys his parents. But, a gentleman never leaves a book unread. Well, at least Luke thought an unread book was ungentlemanly.
He could hear his parents outside of the door, and he could see some light, since his door was slightly ajar. He could hear his parents chirp about work and politics and other stuff adults talk about. Luke sighed a breath of relief and continued on reading.
Wait Luke thought. He looked back at the door.
No, it didn't happen. He must be imagining it.
No, but it happened again. Yes, now Luke was sure of it, the lights were flickering on the other side of his door. But, why were his parents messing with the lights? Luke gripped his flashlight even more when the lights went out completely. He was afraid. The sudden absence of light wasn't what scared him. It was his father's immediate scream that came afterwards.
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