Spookylock

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[papertigertail]

Title: Ashley And John

Author: papertigertail (Grace)

Rating: G (Maybe PG)

Characters: Sherlock and John

Summary: John gets Sherlock to visit America, but when they get split up things could possibly never be the same. 

Inspiration: Disappearance of Ashley Kansas (Creepypasta)

Length: 2572 words

Warnings: Major character gone missing? I guess…other than that none

"Holmes, this will be fun," John looks over at his friend who sits rigidly in the driver’s seat.

"Roadtripping? Rednecks?" He spits the words out as if they taste foul in his mouth. 

"Just because they’re Americans does not mean that they are rednecks or any other insult you could think to apply to them for that matter." 

"I cannot believe that I trusted you when you said you had a pleasant time planned. You said it would be constructive."

"This is constructive. I need a break from dead people and body parts in the fridge."

"That was a crucial experiment and I was just on the verge of a breakthrough." John can hear the moping in his voice. 

"Look at this lovely place." They had just entered what was apparently the maine street of a little town. "Maybe we can stop somewhere and get a nice cuppa. Did you happen to catch the name?"

Holmes looks at him incredulously. “John, is it not obvious? Look around you and observe the signs on the shops. Hays coffeehouse, Hays public library, Hays police department need I really say more?”

John ignores his deprecatory tone. “Let’s stop there. At the coffeehouse. They’ll certainly have tea there.”

"I’m going to go talk to the Police Chief."

"What for, Sherlock? You aren’t going to get involved. They’e rednecks, remember?"

"Nonsense, John. I may as well be of some use. He’s clearly in way over his head."

John gives in, and heads toward the coffeehouse. Once inside the cozy little shop he orders what Americans apparently thought passed for tea and sits down. He purchases one of the cheesy novels that overflow the shelves toward the back and begins to read. It ends with the guy getting the girl and the dog dead. He lays it aside and looks out the window. Holmes still hasn’t shown. 

"Sir…Sir?"

He looks up to see a somewhat willowy teenager with mouse brown hair and big brown eyes looking down at him. In one hand she holds an almost empty coffee pot and the other one is tucked into the pocket of her apron. 

"Yes?"

"You came with a tall, slightly sallow man with dark, curly hair?"

"Yes."

 ”Well, I thought I should tell you that he’s gone over to Ashley. He left about half an hour ago.”

"Thank you, Miss." For a moment he can’t believe that Holmes would leave without telling him, but then he remembers just who it is. Sherlock probably found some case or other. With a sigh he gets up. "Which way to Ashley?"

"Oh, it’s straight up the road there. You can’t miss it."

He signs the check, pays for his “tea”, and leaves. 

He’ll have to catch a ride. Maybe he should just stay here overnight and meet up with Sherlock tomorrow? No, he’s going to Ashley tonight; looking at the map it isn’t all that far. Maybe fifteen minutes. They can get a hotel room, and then leave in the morning if Sherlock has already solved the case. If he hasn’t…well, he’ll just hope that Sherlock has. 

He gets a ride over to Ashley from an older man who’s headed that way. The man says he lives in Ashley and only came over for a birthday party. His granddaughter’s.  It’s nice to talk to someone who isn’t a “high-functioning sociopath”. The roll into Ashley an the man drops John off in front of the hotel. 

Once in his room, John sits on the bed and calls Holmes. He had tried in the car, but it had gone to voicemail. Even if he doesn’t ever get the voicemail, Sherlock’s smart enough to figure out where John went. He doesn’t have anything to change in to, all the luggage was in the rental, so he takes off his shoes and chooses a bed. He pulls a picture out of his pocket. The smiling faces of Molly, Mrs. Hudson, Lestrade, and himself look our at him. Sherlock and Mycroft are also present, though they aren’t exactly smiling. He sets it on the bedside table and turns onto his side. After about half an hour he drifts off.

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[shercapslock]

Spookylock challenge

Slenderlock By: Jeni Rudin Beta read and Edited by: Sam Hill Rated: M Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson Summary: Sherlock wants to prove to John that Myths are just Myths but soon they get more than they bargained for… Inspiration: Slenderman Length: 1629 words Warning: Blood and Gore, some parts may be triggering Author Notes: I enjoyed writing this. My first actual horror story! I am very glad that I did this.

   On this fortunate gloomy and fog filled night we find our favorite consulting detective and side-blogger out and about in these abandoned woods. In the trees surrounding them a eerie shadow flickered through, following the unaware detective and friend as they continue to trek through the dark woods…                                                   ~

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[pawspaintsnthings]

"A Different Kind of Danger Night"  

In which there are a few more bumps and bruises, a lot more bullet holes (but really it’s okay because they’re not silver) and Mrs. Hudson has to deal with all that blood, it just gets everywhere.  But, John is never bored, and that’s what matters right?

I had such grand plans for spookylock. Not only did I miss the deadline entirely, but I had planned on a really creepy comic.  However, life got in the way and this happened instead.  From a technical perspective this bad boy gave me a lot of trouble.  It still feels off somehow, but muse-wise I’ve already broken up with this guy so here it is.

[youcantsaymylastname]

Realized I didn’t post it for Halloween…. boooo

[johnsarmy]

The Lick, tongue and blood

Title: The Lick, Tongue and Blood

Author: Johnsarmy

Rating: M/PG +13 

Pairing/Characters: Sherlock Holmes and a Monster

Summary: Horror movies have taught us that when you hear a scary sound in the middle of the night,don’t go and investigate it, But Sherlock does, he goes and sees what is creating a mysterious sound in his apartment. Only, he doesn’t come back.

Inspiration: Humans can lick too (the dogs lick). Me and my friends used to tell horror stories on the bus, and this was one of my favourites.

Length: 686

Warnings: blood, saliva, gore

It was the noise that woke me. I rolled around in my bed and tried to forget it, to fall asleep again. I wish I did, I wish I hadn’t gone out there. I couldn’t forget it, it was like an itch you couldn’t scratch. It gnawed at me (quite literally). I knew it couldn’t be John, he went to sleep hours ago. But the noise seemed to be coming from John’s room, and i hadn’t seen him bring a girl home. So curiosity got the better of me. As it always does. i tiptoed silently, trying not to alert any unwanted visitors, if that’s who they were. The chairs creaked as I stealthily moved up the flight of stairs to John’s room, my light and lengthy form silent and keeping to the shadows. Because of the darkness I passed the living room unknowingly of what was there. As I reached John’s door I touched a hand to its wooden frame, so cold and hard. Then I did the stupidest thing i have ever done.

I opened the door.

The room was bare. Only little things made it clear that someone lived here. John’s laptop lay dead on a desk, it’s screen open and blank. The bed had rumpled sheets, although John wasn’t there. The room itself was clean, it always was. John’s habits of keeping his station clear were evident.

The room was eerily quiet.

"John?” i breathed.

Nothing.

"John, if this is another one of your pranks I’m going to hide disembodied toes in your room again."

It was then that I heard and felt something.

It was a low spine-tingling scratching sound. One that made your head hurt. I felt the smallest flick at the back of my bare ankle. Just a small rasp. as quick as anything. I would not have believed that i had been touched if I had not knelt down and felt the back of my ankle. I found a long thick trace of saliva. I peered at it closely, in the barely illuminated room. I raised it to my nose and gagged at the smell of it, as the saliva smelt rotten, like when dead bodies go off, and had flecks of what appeared to be blood in it.

”John, John are you hurt, where are you?”

Silence.Not even the sound of cars outside or the nightly 12:30 train. Suddenly, the smallest scratch, the smallest sound came from under the bed. I was there in a flash, repeating John’s name over and over again, hoping it was John under the bed “John, I’m here. Don’t worry” I felt the touch of that tongue against my heel again, this time it stayed there longer before quickly flicking away. The scratching started again, I knelt down, fearing for John’s life,

Something was wrong. There’s something about me that hardly anyone knows, I rely on instinct. And when my gut tells me that there is no John in that room, then I follow my instinct.That was why I was not taking my eyes of a bed that was making scratching and moaning sounds.Then slowly, liquid started to creep and squirt out from under the bed. So i ran, not the first time in my life. I ran (just like when I was little and Mycroft would trick me into thinking he was a ghost and chase me around the house). I ran, down those stairs I had climbed, down the path of my house I knew. Two sets of footstep echoed thorough the apartment. I could hear my blood rushing to my ears, my heart was beating like loud claps of thunder. I was at the bottom of the stairs almost to my apartment door….. 20 feet away, 15 feet… 10 feet… 5 feet… 3 feet… 2 feet

Then I tripped.

Such a ridiculous mistake. My foot had caught on a glass jar. My head pounded as I gasped trying to move and look around.

And there, on the walls surrounding me were the words spawned in blood.

HuMaNs CAN liCK ToO.

Then a shadow fell across my face. 

[arosepratt-deactivated20131219]

My design/art for the spookylock challenge featuring Sherlock as Tag Kravleren (Roof Crawler), which is one of my favourite urban legends. 

Roof crawler Lore:

He is an urban myth and is a sort of Spring Heeled Jack creature. He is known as either Tag Vandren (Roof Walker) Tag Kravleren (Roof Crawler) or Tag Hopper (Roof Jumper). As all the names suggest he spends a lot of time on roofs, but he is actually just very reluctant to touch the ground, so trees, fences, cars, big rocks, and anything else will do. He is described as being handsome but has clawed hands which he uses to climb walls and glowing orange red dog eyes. He dresses in black, and according to most stories he has ink-black skin as well.

Stories:

The first time he was seen is said to be by a man who was staying up late when most people were asleep. He looked out the window of his apartment building at the opposite building and saw a man walking around on the roof. He thought is was strange and kept looking until the person suddenly seemed to be staring right back at him. The man looked away, embarrassed that he had been caught, but couldn’t help himself and looked again, just in time to see the person leap off the roof and land on his window border with a loud bang! The Roof Walker looked at him with his animalistic, orange eyes and the man got so frightened he ran out of the room and hid. He didn’t see the Roof Walker again.

The stories are usually about him chasing people who are walking alone at night, jumping from roof to roof, street light to street light, or running along fences.

In one story he was chasing a group of teenagers who noticed that he wouldn’t touch the ground so they ran into a football field. It turned out to be a mistake, because he leaped 10 meters and landed on one of the boys who’s back broke from the force, then onto one of the other boys who just fell over, and then jumped into the dark and disappeared.

he’s also blamed for some construction workers who fell to their deaths.

[orpheus-descends]

Its smooth, clawed fingers were iron cold as they cinched tighter around his chest. John froze in terror, certain now that the creature knew he was awake…

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Inspired by Bedtime for spookylock. Happy Halloween, everyone. Keep up your guard, even in your sleep ♥

[theseancequeen]

Snuff

Warnings: References to violence, rape, and torture. There will be possession, creepy/scary things of a supernatural nature, foul language, suicide, and major character death

Title: Snuff

Author: Acid (aka killjoyinacape, doctorkilljoy on AO3 and FF.net)

Rating: R

Pairing/Characters: John Watson, Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, OMC, OFC, mentions of Lestrade and Mrs. Hudson

Summary: Mycroft has come into possession of a strange video, and as this case would require leg work, he asks Sherlock to investigate. After initially refusing, John watches the tape and worries that it may legitimately be a snuff film. Sherlock, at John’s request, finally agrees to look into it. Which is when things take a turn for the strange.

Inspiration: Snuff Films and Ju-On

Length: 4518

Author notes: This was a labor of rage. I was really pissed off at someone when I started writing this, and now not only can I not remember who it was, but why I was angry in the first place. I decided to write something dark and terrible and this was the result. I don’t know if “enjoy” is the right word but… Try anyway. Many thanks to my friend greendayangel here on Tumblr for doing the beta work on this. (I am so sorry for the rush job)

Links: On AO3 

On FanFiction

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[angelblack3]

Time to Change the Channel

I wrote a work for the spookylock challenge. It’s based on this creepypasta titled Candle Cove. 

http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/Candle_Cove

If this doesn’t make you sleep tonight, then good. You can share in my pain. More is forthcoming very shortly I promise.

Here’s my piece:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/1025369

[wolviecat]

My contribution to spookylock, based on the stories about secret goverment bases, hidden in unused underground stations to be used in a case of a total war. I first read about them in connection with the Prague underground, but similar stories have been recorded in the UK, too.

And, well, originally, those speech bubbles were supposed to say something, but after a lot of thinking, I wasn’t able to come up with anything clever/interesting. So… lets call it artistic choice.

[meetingyourmaker]

Red / Black / White Series 

A Sherlock Macabre Fanart (Link at Title)

Dreams Of Red

Madness Of John

 See Notes 

WARNING: GORE/BLOOD/VIOLENCE

[hosepipe]

Fic: Ruins of the Dark (Johnlock, M)

Title: Ruins of the Dark Author: philalethia/hosepipe Rating: M Pairing: John/Sherlock Summary: Three years after “The Reichenbach Fall,” Sherlock comes back. But he comes back wrong. Length: 8,200 words Inspiration: wendigo + crossroads deal Warnings: blood, gore, suicidal ideation, very dubious consent

Read it at AO3!

[roboskellywhovian]

The Mysterious Case of the Vanishing Passengers

For the Spookylock challenge [link]

Title: The mysterious case of the vanishing passengers.

Author: Roboskellywhovian (Alkaline_Alice)

Rating: Teen+

Pairings/characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Greg Lestrade, DI Dimmock, OC victims.

Summary: When passengers begin vanishing from the underground, Lestrade doesn’t know where to start. John draws Sherlock’s attention to the key detail.

Inspiration: Legend of the Underground pusher

Length: 3798 words

Warnings: Includes descriptions of death and implies scenes of torture. Do not continue if this may be a problem/trigger.

Other links: AO3

12:15am Thursday 10th October. Bank station

Sophie hated working late, but when significant members of a well known family need to shop, after closing hours is easier than cordoning off an entire department. Glancing down the platform she could see an innocent tourist, or possibly just a student, who looked remarkably like a psycho. She clutched her handbag tighter as the familiar breeze announced her trains approach, keeping her back against the wall just in case. The train was empty, and to Anna’s relief her platform companion boarded a different carriage. The standard voice sounded and the doors shut, allowing Anna to relax in the empty space. Her eyes followed the brightly coloured posters on the curved tube wall as they began to slide past the windows, the carriages ahead slowly snaking around the first corner after dipping into the dark tunnel. Anna didn’t notice the too-clean state of the carriage, or that there was another person in her carriage, in fact she barely even noticed the carriage lights flicker.

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[dappyy]

SPoooooOOOOkylock :3

For the spookylock challenge where Sherlock and john investigate sudden female deaths caused by unknown forces???

that may or may not be bloody Mary OOooooOOOOOOOHH

[khorazir]

"Underground"

My entry for this October’s “Spookylock" Challenge. The boys encounter the ghost of actor William Terriss who was murdered in 1897 outside the Adelphi Theatre and is said to haunt Covent Garden Underground Station since. Drawn in ink and coloured with watercolours.

[taikova]

halloween derdle

[i-want-your-cumberbabies-deacti]

Diabolical Streak : A Spookylock Challenge Fanfic

Title: Diabolical Streak

Author: I-want-your-cumberbabies (alltogethernow221)

Rating: M

Pairing/Characters: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, D.I. Lestrade, Mike Stamford, Molly Hooper, Mrs. Hudson, Sally Donovan

Summary:

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde AU fic

Dr. Sherlock Holmes was well revered amongst his friends and colleagues even if some of his more “progressive” experiments, and association with a certain Mr. Sherrinford raised a few eyebrows.  Enter one John Hamish Watson, lawyer for the Holmes’ estate, eager to discover the mystery behind the handsome doctor and his less than reputable “friend”.

When Dr. Holmes’ experiment takes a bit of a wrong turn, will he be able to control the results or will he be consumed entirely?

Inspiration: This fic is based on the 1886 novella “The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde” by Robert Louis Stevenson.

Length: 9,512

Warnings: Major Character Death, Violence, Blood, Minor Character Death, Mildly Dubious Consent in one scene, Angst, Unhappy Ending

Author notes:

Just a fair warning this story is incredibly angsty, and quite dark, however the original story was as well.

It contains a fair amount of violence, major character death, minor character death, and what would be considered an unhappy ending.

The title of this story is from the song Diabolical Streak by: Jill Tracy which also was used as inspiration for this fic

 To avoid confusion,casting for this AU is:

Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde : Sherlock/Mr. Sherrinford

Mr. Utterson : John Watson

Dr. Lanyon : Mike Stamford

 Please remember to heed the warnings…if this doesn’t sound like your cup of tea I would suggest not reading further

Happy Halloween…stay spooky :)

Links: AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/1007940

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