The Journal of Recent (And Not-So Recent) Hauntings of Lockwood & Co.

Rapiers are grey, Spectres are too. (Lockwood)

Rapiers are grey, Spectres are too 

“Say George, did I ever tell you about Sir Charles the Beheaded of Campbell? His murderer was the most polite man you would’ve ever met. That is until you found out the secret sauce for his famous ‘meat patties’– 

[“Only one too many times, Lockwood.” George’s voice echoed from the kitchen.]

[“And I really prefer if you didn’t right now.” Lucy said, taking a sip from her cup.]

[A thump came from the direction of Lockwood’s voice]

“Hmm… then would you like one of the more recent cases Lucy and I solved?”

[“I’ve heard all of them, because I happened to be there with you, in case you’ve forgotten.” George said, laying down the tray with a soft clatter of china on wood.]

“You weren’t there for the case of the Weeping Bell! Oh that must’ve been one of my favorites! That had to be one of the more fun cases we’ve encountered. Isn’t that right, Luce?”

[A groan came from beside the mic.]

[“It would depend on your definition of fun, Lockwood. I swear I still hear this ringing in my ears even when I’m sure it’s dead silent.”]

[A low chuckle emitted from Lockwood’s direction.]

“Maybe some other time, then.”

[A crunch from the cookie came and a splutter of static from the mic]

[“Well if we’re not going to talk about that then what are we doing now?” George said through a mouth filled with half-chewed biscuits.]

[“Lockwood wanted another go at the cassette.”]

[“Told you he’d be the first to record at the next chance he got.” George said in a matter-of-fact tone. “Pay up,”]

[A grumbling was heard from the mic as Lucy handed over a crumpled bill]

[“Well now that George’s settled with his tea and biscuits, what now?”]

[Lockwood let out a low musing sound and finally a loud Aha!]

“I’ve got it! How about the time Lucy locked herself in the haunted house?”

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Being trapped in a haunted house infested with ghosts was not how Lucy pictured her Valentine’s eve to turn out.

Then again, she had no plans. Unless you counted packing salt bombs in front of cheesy re-runs of Titanic while attacking a tub of Vanilla ice cream plans, then yes, she had plans.

The Problem itself wasn’t much of well – a problem. The briefing George had called Lockwood and Lucy for before going out seemed to help as she knew exactly what the Source was and where to find it. Plus being in the presence of the dead spirits was hardly what you’d call ‘a new encounter’.

No. It was the fact that she stood up rubbing her throbbing back side while spewing silent curses directed at Lockwood and George who she was sure stood on the other side of these wooden doors, smug looks on their faces.

Grumbling, Lucy shouldered the packs that they so conveniently forgot to grab before shoving her through the doors.

“Once I’ve sealed the Source, I’ll give those two a good piece of my mind.” With that Lucy began skulking around the house – though sulking seemed to be more appropriate.

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“I’m sure this’ll impress Lucy, this time.” Lockwood said with a laugh, his megawatt smile illuminating the cold and cloudy night.