A/N: Uni Sherlolly! Well they had to start somewhere right!

8) Haunted House

Staring up at the house above them Sherlock felt Molly tremble beside him.

"Scared Hooper?" He sneered and Molly glared back at him.

"You've taken me to some derelict property on your estate and you're asking if I'm scared. I've heard stories about you Holmes, they say you're a weird one." She hissed back and was pissed to see him smirk.

"You've got a torch." He gestured at the implement in her hands and she clutched it a little tighter.

"We are not splitting up." She spat, almost as if she could see the words cross his mind. Which he grudgingly would admit, that was the plan.

"Look, the house has been derelict since before I was born, it's not a big deal." Sherlock grinned. "It's only the old gatekeepers place." He gestured loosely at the building.

"Sherlock, where I come from we don't have gatekeepers, let alone a derelict dwelling of one." Molly grumped and jumped when the wind rushed through the trees blowing their hair. "You've brought me here on Halloween. You know for a roommate you're a dick." She folded her arms, keeping her coat closer to herself.

"Yeah that's not new." He sighed. "Shall we?" He nodded towards the door which seemed sturdy enough. Molly nodded after a second's hesitation. Sherlock was a prat but he wasn't deliberately cruel to her; she was one of his only friends at university and he wouldn't jeopardise that. Right?

The house itself looked a little forlorn, but the crescent moon and the torches made it scary. And Molly's imagination. The stone face of it looked ordinary enough, the windows were boarded up but the door remained the old heavy wood of the original cottage. Thank god it was only one floor.

"There's a basement we can explore?" Sherlock called from the porch, his torch focusing on finding the right key from the ring he'd nicked from his father's study.

"Sod off Sherlock." Molly stamped her feet against the cold. Finally the door creaked open. Creaked. Molly thought they only did that in movies, but nope, real creaking door and she followed Sherlock into the dark hallway. "It's been abandoned since…?"

"I think the turn of the century." Sherlock hummed as his beam of light flicked through the doorways available to him. Something creaked inside the house and the pair of them froze.

"I thought said since you were born." Molly hissed, reaching out for his arm. When she gripped him there was no complaint or jibe from Sherlock who was swinging his torch at the wooden ceiling above them.

"Since before I was born." He whispered as the creaking moved.

"Sherlock can we leave?" Molly whisper shouted and her fingers were locked tightly with his, she was tempted to start pulling on his arm but Sherlock held firm.

"There are no such things as ghosts, it's probably an animal." He dismissed the notion of a spectre charging at them.

"I don't want to find that out Sherlock." Molly was pulling on his arm and despaired when he resisted.

"Let me just follow the noise." He demanded, using his strength to pull mousey Molly with him. The Edwardian décor of the house was not lost on Molly who, despite everything, was awed when she saw the claw foot sink in the kitchen and marvelled at the peeling wallpaper, definitely original.

"Sherlock." She was brought back to reality when the creaking turned to a thud. The pair stopped again and Sherlock swallowed hard.

"It's not possible for it to be a ghost Molly." But it sounded as if he was trying to convince himself not her.

"Sherlock I'm leaving." Molly had gone deathly white and was pulling herself free of his paralysed grasp. "I've watched enough horror films to know the way this ends." She said hoarsely and was now escaping out of the front door, Sherlock hot on her heels as there was another bang from the attic. The pair stopped at the edge of the trees and looked back at the house.

"There's…." Sherlock paused, stopping Molly from running as he held her hand once more.

"A light in the attic window, yes there is now before I see a shadow in front of it I am going back to my nice bed in your place." Molly turned and fled down the path.

"That's not possible…" Sherlock's brow furrowed but said nothing more as he ran too at the sight of the silhouette in the very top window.