Haunted Holmes ? Sherlock x Reader

"Do you see anything?" I asked, holding his hand as we walked further into the corridor.

"No..." He said.

"Maybe it was just our imagination." I said.

"We can't both have the same imagination." He said.

"He's right you know." We heard a man's voice say.

"Sherlock did you hear that?!" I whispered loudly.

"Yes...stay close to me Y/N..." He said, gripping my hand tighter.

"No need to be afraid..." I heard the voice so close to me, as if it was right next to me.

"Show yourself!" Sherlock said loudly.

There was a silent pause and we both looked around.

"How could he have broken in?" He asked, running around our mansion with my hand still in his.

"Well...maybe he's a ghost Sherlock." I said.

"Y/N, there's no such thing as ghosts, we've discussed this before." He said sternly, staring at me intently.

"Then how do you explain him getting inside when everything is locked shut?" I said.

"I don't know that but I do know that he wasn't a ghost. It can't be..." He said.

"Fine whatever..." I sighed.

"Look Y/N...it's not that I don't believe you...it's just...there's no proof of such things in this world." He said.

"Yea I know..." I said.

He smiled and brought my hand up to his lips to kiss it.

I giggled and let him.

"So, we have to think...how else could the man have got in?" He asked himself.

"I think we should...find out where he's hiding first." I suggested.

"Yes, that does seem more...better I guess." He said.

"We could probably find him faster if we split up." I said.

"Will you be okay?" He asked.

"Yea. I should be able to defend myself." I nodded.

"Just yell my name if you need me, and I will be there for you." He said, pulling me in for a hug.

"Okay." I said hugging him back.

We split up, he went downstairs and I went upstairs.

I slowly made my way into a room that's door was shut.

It looked suspicious because all the other doors were wide open except that one.

Plus, there were dirt footprints on the floor, in front of the door.

As I walked in I glanced around and spotted a man staring out a window.

I froze and didn't know what to do next.

"Uh...excuse me?" I asked walking closer to him.

"Yes?" Said the man.

He was the man who had talked to me and Sherlock, a while ago.

I could tell from his voice.

Raspy.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" I said, shivering a bit.

"Does it matter?" He asked.

"Yes, because I don't know who you are, and you could kill my family for all I know." I said.

"Relax...I won't hurt you." The man said, turning around to reveal a familiar face.

No.

This can't be real.

"Mycroft?" I asked softly.

"Hello again, Y/N." He said with a smile.

"You're Sherlock's brother?" I asked.

"Unfortunately. It's been a long time since I've last seen you." He said.

Mycroft Holmes...my first friend in elementary.