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Haunted Hearts by Tira Nog (NC-17)
Fandom: STARSKY & HUTCH
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Length: Two lj posts worth
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tiranog
Author Website: Rosemary on the Starsky & Hutch Archive
Why this must be read:
Rosemary here brings us a delightful Halloween story, complete with a haunted house, Halloween night, and a superstitious Starsky.
But it's not just a creepy little story - don't be fooled. There's a sweet, sensitive first-time story told here as well. Rosemary takes you from fanciful, to spooked, to warm and cuddled, and is a perfect story to read this week, with maybe a black cat on your lap and a candle burning nearby.
"I ain't yankin' your chain here," Huggy protested, looking genuinely worried. "That place used to be a pretty swanky funeral home back in the twenties before my relatives lived in the neighborhood. Tatum, the owner, was rich as a king. He married this pretty young thing that was said to be quite the looker. Apparently, she had eyes for some silent screen actor type. Tatum caught them together and shot them both dead. Talk has it that he chopped them up and burned them in the mortuary's crematorium. Folks that have tried to stay in the house say they see Tatum's pretty young wife roaming the halls at night."
"I told you that place was haunted, Hutch," Starsky complained, all the color gone from his face.
"For Christ's sake, Huggy," Hutch snapped. "I've spent the last two days trying to convince him that there's nothing to be scared of. Did you really have to tell that story?"
"It ain't no story, it's the god's truth. Tatum shot them both. You can look that up in the newspaper records," Huggy argued.
"But that doesn't mean the place is haunted," Hutch countered. "Starsk, you know there's no such thing as ghosts."
"No, you know that. All I know is that place gave me the creeps," Starsk said.
Hutch wanted to tell him he was overreacting, but the Tatum place had raised the hairs on the back of his neck, too, even though the most threatening thing that they'd seen in the empty house was a spooked mouse. But he sure as hell wasn't going to admit that to his superstitious partner.
Thinking fast, Hutch said in his most reasonable tone, "Okay, you don't want to stay there, we won't. The only other possible observation point was that big old crypt on the hill in the middle of the cemetery. Do you want to spend the night in a tomb instead?"
Hutch made the offer as though he fully intended to spend the night in the crypt.
Starsky was looking at him like he'd grown a third eye in the center of his forehead. "You can't be serious."
"Those are our two choices, buddy. You pick. I'm okay with either," Hutch said.
"I ain't sitting in the middle of a graveyard on Halloween night," Starsky protested.
"Fine. Then we're sitting in the Tatum place. Hurry up and finish your burger. We need to get moving," Hutch said, checking his wristwatch.
Haunted Hearts
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Length: Two lj posts worth
Author on LJ:
tiranogAuthor Website: Rosemary on the Starsky & Hutch Archive
Why this must be read:
Rosemary here brings us a delightful Halloween story, complete with a haunted house, Halloween night, and a superstitious Starsky.
But it's not just a creepy little story - don't be fooled. There's a sweet, sensitive first-time story told here as well. Rosemary takes you from fanciful, to spooked, to warm and cuddled, and is a perfect story to read this week, with maybe a black cat on your lap and a candle burning nearby.
"I ain't yankin' your chain here," Huggy protested, looking genuinely worried. "That place used to be a pretty swanky funeral home back in the twenties before my relatives lived in the neighborhood. Tatum, the owner, was rich as a king. He married this pretty young thing that was said to be quite the looker. Apparently, she had eyes for some silent screen actor type. Tatum caught them together and shot them both dead. Talk has it that he chopped them up and burned them in the mortuary's crematorium. Folks that have tried to stay in the house say they see Tatum's pretty young wife roaming the halls at night."
"I told you that place was haunted, Hutch," Starsky complained, all the color gone from his face.
"For Christ's sake, Huggy," Hutch snapped. "I've spent the last two days trying to convince him that there's nothing to be scared of. Did you really have to tell that story?"
"It ain't no story, it's the god's truth. Tatum shot them both. You can look that up in the newspaper records," Huggy argued.
"But that doesn't mean the place is haunted," Hutch countered. "Starsk, you know there's no such thing as ghosts."
"No, you know that. All I know is that place gave me the creeps," Starsk said.
Hutch wanted to tell him he was overreacting, but the Tatum place had raised the hairs on the back of his neck, too, even though the most threatening thing that they'd seen in the empty house was a spooked mouse. But he sure as hell wasn't going to admit that to his superstitious partner.
Thinking fast, Hutch said in his most reasonable tone, "Okay, you don't want to stay there, we won't. The only other possible observation point was that big old crypt on the hill in the middle of the cemetery. Do you want to spend the night in a tomb instead?"
Hutch made the offer as though he fully intended to spend the night in the crypt.
Starsky was looking at him like he'd grown a third eye in the center of his forehead. "You can't be serious."
"Those are our two choices, buddy. You pick. I'm okay with either," Hutch said.
"I ain't sitting in the middle of a graveyard on Halloween night," Starsky protested.
"Fine. Then we're sitting in the Tatum place. Hurry up and finish your burger. We need to get moving," Hutch said, checking his wristwatch.
Haunted Hearts