Later that night, we went down to check out the beach. I couldn't help thinking how romantic this place would be, alone with Lockwood. We set up an iron circle mid way up the sand. "Alright, George, tell us what you know," Lockwood says.
"I still don't get it," George replies. "At first, it seems pretty simple. Someone dies, the source is on the beach, we find it, case closed. But when you think about it, it's not simple at all."
"George, can you tell us this in normal terms before I hit you?" I ask, impatiently.
He glares at me, then continues. "Well, first of all, how can a ghost appear with all the salt water? Second, spirits can't appear in running water, so why don't the tides stop this one? And finally, no matter how much I look, no one has died on this beach. Or at least, no deaths have been recorded."
"But there's still a haunting," Holly says.
"Then it must really be a strong one," George replies.
"On that note," Lockwood says, bouncing up, "Lets start looking. Luce and Hol, you take that direction, and George and I will go this way. Alright? Stay near the circle!," I roll my eyes at his enthusiasm, but really, I think it's cute. Holly and I set off down the sand, away from the boys. "So," she asks, "Sharing a room with Lockwood. How's that?"
"Fine," I say. "I mean, we haven't had time to talk about it, and we're not sleeping in the same bed."
"So when are you going to tell him what you feel?"
"What?"
"Oh, never mind...."
Holly suddenly becomes fixated with the thermometer. " It's 15C now. 2 degrees colder."
What did Holly mean? Does she think I like Lockwood? I mean, I do, but that's not the point. He barely says anything to me anymore. And he's m boss! I go back to listening for psychic disturbances. But all I hear is the waves, and Holly's boots in the sand. And... "Do you hear that?" I whisper.
"No"
I slowly turn around, rapier raised. Nothing. "We should probably go back," Holly says. We begin the trek back to our chain circle. The whole way, I hear the strange sound in my ear. Step, drag, step, drag, step, drag. Just like a pirate with a peg leg.
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The ghost at the coast, a locklyle fanfic
KurzgeschichtenLockwood and co are called to the sea side for a new case. But, something is wrong. Nobody has ever died in this spot, so why is there a ghost? Will locklyle and the rest of the team figure it out? P.S. locklyle fluff too
