Sherlock Holmes and the Case of Sir Blackghost

I: Blackghost's Grave

It was a pleasant day in London. July 26th 1888 was the date. Sherlock Holmes was in his room thinking. He was thinking about the one woman he liked. She had a soft, sweet voice and was beautiful in many ways, but there was one bad thing about her. She was a five-star criminal. Suddenly the silence was broken by a loud knock on the door. The knock was then soon followed by the doors creaking open, and a gentleman walked in. He had short light brown hair, a small light brown moustache and was neatly dressed. He carried a very unique-looking walking stick in one hand, and a paper in the other. It was Doctor John Watson, Sherlock's colleague. "Holmes. Have you seen today's paper?" He dropped the paper on a coffee table and pointed to an article on the front page with his stick. "Three young women killed and placed outside Sir Blackghost's grave" Sherlock read out. "And I met Clarky on the stairs. Inspector Lestrade wants us to go to the graveyard." John said. He then paused and looked up at Sherlock. "And one last thing Holmes, why are you upside down?"

Once they were at the graveyard, John went to study one of the girl's bodies. "Definitely dead," He said. "It seems they were... starved." One of the policemen looked at John astonished. "How did you know that sir?" John stood up and said "I fought in the Afghan war. I was a doctor there, but someone shot me, so I had to leave." The policeman took off his hat. "I'm sorry to hear that sir." Sherlock butted in, "I think we should look into this Sir Blackghost chap." He and John both nodded.

The next day there was another article in the newspaper that caught John's eye. The title was "Blackghost's message." Sherlock read it out. "The words 'I have risen' were written in blood on Sir Blackghost's grave. When the coffin was opened, the skeleton was nowhere to be found." He paused to think. "Watson. Doesn't this seem a little... mythical?" John closed the book he was reading. "Seems so..." Sherlock stood up. "I think we should go visit Sir Blackghost's son. He might have some good information for us." John also stood up and put his coat on. As he did so, he said "You mean you, not we. I have a date with Mary-Jane at the Royale." He put his hat on and waved good-bye.

"So, Mr Blackghost," Sherlock said suspiciously. "Did your father by any chance like... black magic?" He asked. "And why would you ask that?" Sherlock stood up and said "Well, on my way in I saw a picture of a five-pointed star, which looked awfully familiar, perhaps the symbol of black magic? And that ring you're wearing, the swirls on it are a black magic spell, which could mean you're both involved in black magic. The only question I have is why you have that spell on your ring." The son smiled and said "Look who's read their Black magic handbook! But your wrong somewhere Mr Holmes. My father hated black magic. It's me. He laid on his death bed arguing with me over it." He started to get annoyed. "And my ring protects me from him. I always knew he would come back. And that time has finally come." Sherlock turned to leave. "You have been most helpful, thank you." But two men stepped out. "I'm sorry Mr Holmes, but now I can't let you live. You know all my secrets." Sherlock sighed. "Well that was foolish of you." The two men grabbed Sherlock. He flipped over them and ran. He heard the son's voice from behind shouting "Get him, and kill him!"

Sherlock ran as fast as he could through the busy streets of London. He soon came across an abandoned boat yard. Many old boats in need of repair were lined up with a single rope holding them back. He jumped over them and hid. Soon later the men turned up there. They paused for a second to look around, and then spotted a little hat behind one of the boats. They jumped over the boats, and so did Sherlock. Suddenly one of the men got out a gun. He pulled the trigger. Sherlock ducked and the bullet hit the rope, tearing it apart. That was the rope holding back the boats. One-by-one all the boats fell into the water, and carried the men with them. The boats sunk, and so did the two men. Sherlock stood frozen, quite confused with what just happened, but also pleased he didn't have to fight the men anymore. He then heard a police whistle, and was arrested.