Fic: The House At 1313 Maple Street (5/8)
Title: The House At 1313 Maple Street (5/8)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Mel/Johnny, Doris Rogers
Fandom: Public Enemies
Genres: AU, Challenge, Drama, Holiday, (With A Touch Of Horror), Mystery, Romance
Rating (this chapter): G
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
General Summary: A decaying old house in a genteel Chicago neighborhood is the site of many strange and disturbing happenings. Special Agent Melvin Purvis is sent to investigate.
Chapter Summary: A storm begins to brew.
Date Of Completion: September 29, 2010
Date Of Posting: November 6, 2010
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, Universal does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 461
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: Written for my 2010 Guns_Fedoras Public Enemies Fic/Art Halloween Challenge. :)
All chapters can be found here.
V
THUNDER ‘N’ LIGHTNING
When the leaves blow,
And the trees moan,
Then you know:
Time to run!
Sally Truehart
"Spooky Poems
For Halloween"
1931 C.E.
The wind moaned through the trees, and Mel was certain that he could hear moans throughout the house. Shivering, he stood on the sagging veranda in front of the oak door with the ugly doorknocker and jammed his hands into his coat pockets. He wasn’t sure if he was better off alone or not. Harold Rienecke had suddenly gotten an upset stomach when he’d learned of their destination. Or it could have been the four hot dogs loaded with sauerkraut he’d wolfed down for lunch.
Maybe alone is better.
He still didn’t like it. He glanced around and saw the tree branches bending in the wind, leaves skittering along the sidewalk sounding like small feet scurrying. The clouds scudded across the full moon. Thunder rumbled in the distance as the wind picked up. A storm was on the way.
Perfect.
Mel sighed and turned back to the door. On top of everything else, it was Halloween. His hand shook slightly as he reached for the doorknob.
& & & & & &
Doris ripped the letter out of her typewriter. She did not like this.
She glanced around the empty squadroom as thunder rumbled outside the window. Everyone not out chasing a hot lead had gone home early for holiday plans. Costume parties were always big on this night.
And what is Mel doing? Going to some haunted house because our esteemed Director wants to score political points!
If Charles, Carter, or Sam were in town, any of them would have gone with Mel. Now he had to go alone!
Many would scoff at the notion of a haunted house, but Doris had seen some weird things in her time. Aunt Mahalia had told her some strange stories.
And Mel was shaken by that first visit and seeing that poor soul in the asylum. He doesn’t want to go back there.
She jumped at a flash of lightning. Frustrated, Doris took the completed letter and went into Mel’s office, laying it on her boss’ desk. The phone rang and she picked up the handset.
“Mel, where are you?”
She could hear the frustrated concern in the speaker’s voice. “Hi, Johnny.”
“Doris, that you, darlin’?”
“That’s right. Mel was supposed to meet you?”
“Yeah, we were havin’ a little Halloween get-together and he was supposed to be here by now.”
“He was ordered back to the Stanford house.”
Silence, then a curse flew over the line. “Sorry, darlin’.”
“Perfectly okay.”
“I gotta go, honey.”
“You bet. Oh, Johnny?”
“Yes?”
“Hurry.”
“You bet.”
Doris replaced the handset as thunder crashed and the room lit up with lightning.
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Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Mel/Johnny, Doris Rogers
Fandom: Public Enemies
Genres: AU, Challenge, Drama, Holiday, (With A Touch Of Horror), Mystery, Romance
Rating (this chapter): G
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
General Summary: A decaying old house in a genteel Chicago neighborhood is the site of many strange and disturbing happenings. Special Agent Melvin Purvis is sent to investigate.
Chapter Summary: A storm begins to brew.
Date Of Completion: September 29, 2010
Date Of Posting: November 6, 2010
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, Universal does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 461
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: Written for my 2010 Guns_Fedoras Public Enemies Fic/Art Halloween Challenge. :)
All chapters can be found here.
V
THUNDER ‘N’ LIGHTNING
When the leaves blow,
And the trees moan,
Then you know:
Time to run!
Sally Truehart
"Spooky Poems
For Halloween"
1931 C.E.
The wind moaned through the trees, and Mel was certain that he could hear moans throughout the house. Shivering, he stood on the sagging veranda in front of the oak door with the ugly doorknocker and jammed his hands into his coat pockets. He wasn’t sure if he was better off alone or not. Harold Rienecke had suddenly gotten an upset stomach when he’d learned of their destination. Or it could have been the four hot dogs loaded with sauerkraut he’d wolfed down for lunch.
Maybe alone is better.
He still didn’t like it. He glanced around and saw the tree branches bending in the wind, leaves skittering along the sidewalk sounding like small feet scurrying. The clouds scudded across the full moon. Thunder rumbled in the distance as the wind picked up. A storm was on the way.
Perfect.
Mel sighed and turned back to the door. On top of everything else, it was Halloween. His hand shook slightly as he reached for the doorknob.
& & & & & &
Doris ripped the letter out of her typewriter. She did not like this.
She glanced around the empty squadroom as thunder rumbled outside the window. Everyone not out chasing a hot lead had gone home early for holiday plans. Costume parties were always big on this night.
And what is Mel doing? Going to some haunted house because our esteemed Director wants to score political points!
If Charles, Carter, or Sam were in town, any of them would have gone with Mel. Now he had to go alone!
Many would scoff at the notion of a haunted house, but Doris had seen some weird things in her time. Aunt Mahalia had told her some strange stories.
And Mel was shaken by that first visit and seeing that poor soul in the asylum. He doesn’t want to go back there.
She jumped at a flash of lightning. Frustrated, Doris took the completed letter and went into Mel’s office, laying it on her boss’ desk. The phone rang and she picked up the handset.
“Mel, where are you?”
She could hear the frustrated concern in the speaker’s voice. “Hi, Johnny.”
“Doris, that you, darlin’?”
“That’s right. Mel was supposed to meet you?”
“Yeah, we were havin’ a little Halloween get-together and he was supposed to be here by now.”
“He was ordered back to the Stanford house.”
Silence, then a curse flew over the line. “Sorry, darlin’.”
“Perfectly okay.”
“I gotta go, honey.”
“You bet. Oh, Johnny?”
“Yes?”
“Hurry.”
“You bet.”
Doris replaced the handset as thunder crashed and the room lit up with lightning.
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