Seminar #6) Sir Arthur Conan Doyle Seminar

A) Inspired by an excerpt on page 84 from Hounds of Baskerville

A howling wind whipped between us as we encroached on the gates of the manor, as if its spirits had risen from their tombstones. A cloudy mist shrouded the light from the full moon, the only light we were able to see. Branches of different sizes and shapes snaked their way along the walls of the entrance, becoming an infestation no one cared to get rid of.

The intercom attached to the wall of the gate was covered in a coat of crusty grime, hiding the dull, rusted yellow of what could have been gold at some point. Detective Jones pressed the red button and it screeched a static sound, echoing into the dead of the night.

“YEOWWW!” he shrieked in response, jumping away from the danger.

“Shhhh!” I said, grabbing his shoulders to stop his ridiculous startle. Apparently, he didn’t expect for the intercom to be functional in its condition.

As the gates creaked open at a slow leisurely pace, savouring the action to have been used after a long time of neglect. Detective Jones cowered behind me, whispering, “Do you think this is a good idea, Holmes?”

I started walking up the lane, leaving Jones behind to his own.