Lockwood and co: fan fiction

The Hastings Haunting

"A double suicide. Single mother kills herself and son" The care taker explained, smoke curling from his pipe "Knew Mr Hastings. Fine gentleman he was. Shouldn't have left the kid though, always knew the woman was a lunatic"

"How have the sightings been described?" Lockwood enquired, tapping his foot impatiently. I knew he was itching to go fight the visitor and burn his coat with ectoplasm. Lockwood thrived on near death experiences.

George scribbled away greedily, tucking away information. I looked around and tried to focus, to pick up on any supernatural vibrations.

The sun was going down in the horizon, bathing the pale blue sky with blood red. The trees in the distance grew black from green as the shadows intensified awaiting the night. The air was becoming colder by the minute, as I could say by the wind that blew in through the broken windows of the old care taker's house, more aptly describes as a tiny brick hut.

"It was clumsy Pete who saw it, half raving he was. He was shivering in the sun, said he felt like weeping, sad as he felt on his mother's death bed. He said he saw a child and called out to it 'cause it looked lost. But instead the child became shadow and he just ran screamin' for his life" The caretaker waited for a response, to be pleased by our fear at his storytelling.

Lockwood stared back coolly, and George yawned, scrawling the last few words in.
The caretaker's shoulders slumped and the scowl returned to his paper white, wrinkled face. "That's it then. Up to you kids" he sniffed contemptuously "to make 'em go away. The council will pay you I expect"

"The fee has been discussed" Lockwood rose from the couch, straightening his coat "Thank you for your assistance sir. Now you must excuse us, it's showtime" Just like that, he swept out of them room with a grin, excitement lighting up his face.

I followed him, George saying a polite good bye to the old caretaker. I drew in a cold breath of air, awakening my senses and unsheathed my blade, casting refracted fragments of moonlight into the night.