Sherlock Holmes & The Woman in Room Eight

She took Room Eight on a Thursday. Paid in advance. Spoke through the door. Never showed her face. The landlady heard her moving after midnight. The maid left a tray and collected an empty one. The man in Room Seven heard her weeping then humming then nothing at all. At dawn they forced the lock. The bed was made. The fire was dead. Her cloak still hung on the peg. There was no woman. There was no struggle. There was only a single hairpin on the windowsill… and a smear of theatre greasepaint on the inside of a window that has not opened in twelve years. Holmes did not search the room for an exit. He searched it for a performance. “Watson,” he said, “this woman did not vanish from Room Eight. Room Eight was built so that we would believe she had ever been there.” If you love mysteries where the room itself is lying to you, SUBSCRIBE and turn on notifications.Smash LIKE if this one already has you arguing with the screen, and send it to the friend who always solves it first. Disclaimer: This is an original work of fiction created purely for entertainment. All characters, events, locations, and narrative details are entirely imaginary. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.