S.W.

@franklynotaghost​  

“Several, actually. Cases where the phone rang, a deceased family member spoke, whispered, whatever. I mean, technically there’s nothing to say it was a ghost. Dark entities can play tricks.”

“Please don’t argue with me like your brother does.” 

There was quite a bit of blood on him, most of his but that was fine. The detective groaned, slumping against a building. He had text Sam his location, too tired and weak to do much of anything else at this point. Sherlock exhaled slowly, ignoring the pain as best as one could with a wound of this magnitude.

“Hey-hey-hey!” -- With rushed words, the hunter immediately lowered his firearm upon discovering the detective in a bloody mess and hurried to his friends side to offer assistance. “Holmes! What the hell happened?”

day one of #samweek2023: home | liminality | family