The place was Baker St. in London, England. The year was 2018. 8:21 in the morning on a Tuesday. The streets were bustling with cars and pedestrians on the sidewalks. People shouting for a cab, moving along the walkways, headed to work or the market. The smell of fresh pastries, from the bakery just around the corner.The skies were darkening, as a small storm was rolling in. Thunder rolls from the distance. Apartment 221b lie in it's normal silence, though it was occupied.

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Sherlock, a famous "detective" sat in the armchair in his parlor. Well, he rented it from an older lady, Mrs. Hudson; who lived in as a housekeeper. He smoked his pipe, as he read the newspaper in silence. The apartment usually held no conversation, just as he liked it nice and quiet. The room was quite warm, as a cup of warm tea sat steaming next to him. Occasionally setting down his pipe to sip on the tea. He would often read the newspaper, to find a case to work. He did not work for anyone in particular. He was a private investigator and often picked the cases he wanted to work. He hated simple cases, he much preferred to work ones, that everyone deemed impossible. Suddenly the door opened and his intern and colleague John walked in with a guest.

John has been at his clinic working when an email had come in from the blog he wrote. A young lady was needing help finding someone and she had no one else to turn to. John had answered the email and had the girl meet at the small pub down a block from the flat. Now he walked inside with her, looking at Sherlock and nodded.

“Sherlock, this is Ms. Anna. She has a case for us...” Anna looked around the room and sat on the chair John pulled forward for her and then sat in his chair. Anna cleared her throat, clearly nervous. “I’m sorry to be a bother...even the police said they can’t help me...but I’m worried about an old friend of mine. You see, she was my college mate a few years back. We kept in touch since, mostly because we went thru a lot together back then. I’m a veterinarian you see, and she studied criminal law and such so she could became a detective. But when we left she was hired by a government group. She still emailed me until a week ago...I thought she was just out of town but then...I got this”

She pulled a paper out of her bag and handed it to John who took it and read it thru. He frowned and handed it to Sherlock after reading aloud “Anna, I’m in trouble. You are the only one who knows the truth of back then...and now I have to hunt down the evil from that dark time...be safe and watch your back. Serena” John looked At Sherlock, eyebrow raised.

Anna looked at the men and said “please...can you help me?”

He gave John a look of disappointment. Sherlock didn't like people, and usually only worked murder cases or robberies. However, he rarely declines a client. He was not looking forward to this case. None the less he would listen to the lady. He sat back and smoked his pipe. "Anna" he said, calmly and quietly. "Tell us everything. Past and present." He spoke.

Anna nodded and said “back in school we were pulled into a missing persons case. It was a girl in our dorm we were close too. She had gone to a party then just vanished. It took months and they never found out what happened to her. But for some reason all the girls in the dorm were being stalked. Hard core. Serena was the only one who seemed to get the worst that she kept finding dead animals on her bed...”.

John leaned forward and listened. Anna swallowed and said “near the end of the term Serena had found a dead dog hanging on our door. She had had enough Nd grabbed her black bag she kept under the bed and vanished. She was gone for three days then came back without a word. The attacks stopped cold. And the girls body was found dropped at the police station...”