You’d been afraid of ghosts for as long as you could remember. God knows what made your dear Sherlock decide it was a good idea to drag you along to a séance with him, but you were about ready to string him up.

You were in a dark room with only a few candles to light it, holding hands with your lover on one side, and the “Medium” on the other. You could see Sherlock itching to find proof of the woman being a fraud, but the minute a loud bang came from outside the room was your last straw.