"Watson, I need your help." Holmes said with a worried expression on his face.
"What is it Holmes?" Watson asked looking up from the newspaper he was reading.
"I keep hearing a voice."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Keep hearing this voice inside of my head."
"Are you on your drugs?"
"No, I am not."
"Is your common sense finally showing?"
"Oh, ha, ha, ha. "
"Well, what do want me to do about it?"
"I don't know."
"Well, as a doctor I would say you are either going mad, there is a ghost in the house, or someone is pulling your leg."
"And who said there were any ghosts in this house?"
Suddenly, a voice floated up the stairs saying, "Holmes, get down here!"
Watson frowned, got up, and went down stairs with Holmes following behind him. In the kitchen, they saw inspector Lestrade covered in flour and coughing in to his handkerchief.
"What happened to you?" Watson asked.
"No idea, but one second I was here, and the next, I'm covered in flour."
As all of the men pondered over this new mystery, Miss Hudson cackled as she got ready for her next plot of revenge for Mr. Holmes after he burned her new curtains.
I need more ideas. :(