Hades Lord of the Dead's December Calendar Challenge of Awesomeness 2013-2014 - Day Thirty
[Prompt from mrspencil and Ennui Enigma]From mrspencil and Ennui Enigma: 30/ supernatural
I do not believe in ghosts. I am not sure what I am seeing, but this apparition cannot be a spirit. What could a spirit possibly want with me? I am a man of science, not a psychic!
"Mr. Holmes, you are my only chance. I cannot rest until my murderer is brought to justice."
Ah. That is what a spirit could want with me. Calm yourself Holmes; this is just another client. "Very well. What is your name?"
"Mrs. Frederick Dempsey. I am sorry to have alarmed you so Mr. Holmes. Had I but only plucked up the courage to come to you when I was still among the living... But I could not be sure! I might not have been being poisoned at all; it might have all been silliness on my part."
"My dear Mrs. Dempsey," I interrupt, feeling relieved that I have finally managed to recover at least some of my masterful nature. "I beg of you, give me the facts; I am quite all right."
"Thank you," she approaches me carefully all the same, as if she expects me to run away screaming.
I soon have enough information to know that Mrs. Dempsey's body must be exhumed without delay. I now only have to find an explanation that does not include clients of a supernatural variety.
I do not believe in ghosts. I am not sure what I am seeing, but this apparition cannot be a spirit. What could a spirit possibly want with me? I am a man of science, not a psychic!
"Mr. Holmes, you are my only chance. I cannot rest until my murderer is brought to justice."
Ah. That is what a spirit could want with me. Calm yourself Holmes; this is just another client. "Very well. What is your name?"
"Mrs. Frederick Dempsey. I am sorry to have alarmed you so Mr. Holmes. Had I but only plucked up the courage to come to you when I was still among the living... But I could not be sure! I might not have been being poisoned at all; it might have all been silliness on my part."
"My dear Mrs. Dempsey," I interrupt, feeling relieved that I have finally managed to recover at least some of my masterful nature. "I beg of you, give me the facts; I am quite all right."
"Thank you," she approaches me carefully all the same, as if she expects me to run away screaming.
I soon have enough information to know that Mrs. Dempsey's body must be exhumed without delay. I now only have to find an explanation that does not include clients of a supernatural variety.