(11/Clara Doctor Who) Shadows of a ghost

The woman

They sat there in silence, the only thing which could be heard was the rain water hammering against the roof. They were both in their own minds, Clara in a mind of mystery.

"We should go downstairs and see what that lady is up to" the Doctor said sitting up and heading over to the door which looked like it needed to be replaced, there was a amount of paint which was peeling of it.

"She's creepy"

"You can't just call someone creepy Clara" 

"Oh, shut up!"

Before they can mock anymore things out of each other they made their way down the curved stairs. They creaked under their feet with each step they produced, above the railings were rows of paintings moulded in thin bronze frames, the colour of it was out of date. The smile-less portraits of children and families huddled together in front of a unappealing background gave Clara a cold sensation which ran through her, it must be common here.

They ended their long trip down the stairs into a hall way, it had a dirty rug trailing along its length and candles which played around with their fire stuck against the wall. 

The lady was caught in a room which looked like a library, sitting on a chair which looked like it couldn't bare anymore of her weight, her eyes looked droopy and red, maybe because of the lack of sleep she was earning.

The Doctor walked towards the room with Clara following out behind him, he could hear her boots clunking against the floor so he knew she was still on track with him.

They entered the library which stank like a rat had been killed. There were books scattered along the large square table and they could almost see mice scurrying under the mahogany surface they were treading on. 

It wasn't after few seconds that they both noticed that the lady had gone, leaving the chair rocking about on its own.

"That's unusual" he scratched his head looking very much appalled

"Where has she gone?" Clara looked around, she tilted her head to look under the table, she was surprised to see a smudge of blood lining the carpet underneath and she quickly returned her head upwards.

"You didn't see her walk out the room did you?" he ignored her question and looked at the open door

"Nope"

He fiddled with his top pocket and pulled out his sonic screwdriver, he swayed it around the interior and scanned the room.

"Why don't we just go find her"

He looked at the results, furrowing his eyebrows "We can't"

"Why?"

"Because no one lives here"