discordantwords:

In honor of Halloween, here are a few spooky, creepy, macabre and/or seasonally appropriate fics I’ve enjoyed over the years.

This is by no means a comprehensive list, just a few that jumped immediately to mind. I’m sure I’m missing a bunch. Feel free to add on your own recs if you have any!

A Little Competition by entanglednow
“Still, John, a ghost story at Halloween, during a power cut, in a thunderstorm. The terribly predictable cliche of it all.” Sherlock slides down in the chair until his chin touches his chest.

De Profundis by darcylindbergh
Sherlock Holmes sees dead people. Which, although not necessarily ideal, has mostly turned out to be fine.
Or, it was, until one day he looks up, and sees John Watson.

Give it Welcome by Glenmore
Rosie Watson is commissioned to write a story about memories of her favourite gifts.

Coins on My Eyes by Indybaggins
Sherlock spent nights lying awake, listening to the rustling of John’s hands on the bedcovers. The dull thumps of John’s head against the headboard. The rhythmic grinding of his teeth. The soft, hungry sounds of his mouth and throat.
There is an unknown infection rapidly spreading through London, fear, unspoken love, dead who cannot die… and a way for them to come back. Post-zombie AU!

Keep on Changing by philalethia
“Why would Mary be haunting you?”
John didn’t even have to think about it. “Because she’s angry.”

Penumbra by Saki101
In Maine, there was Collinwood and the three centuries of history that were woven into its walls. In London, there is Holmeswood Manor (or the Manor on Baker Street as the urban legends have it), tucked now into a city street when once its oak woods rolled from the heath to the river.

He’s Coming To Us Dead by Vulgarweed
The war is ending and the troops are returning. They do not always mean well. Their loved ones are not always glad to see them. A case straight out of an old folktale has deep repercussions for Sherlock and John.

It’s Not the Years, It’s the Mileage by verdant_fire
“Do you have a Halloween costume?” Sherlock asked, apropos of nothing. John put down his fourth Hobnob and blinked at him.
“What? No. Why would I?”“For Halloween, John,” Sherlock said in his most put-upon voice. “Obviously.”
In which Sherlock and John observe Halloween and catch a killer, and John does his best to bring back the 80’s, at least in costume form.

Rags and Bones by emungere
Carpals, metacarpals, proximal phalanges, intermediate phalanges, distal phalanges. Scaphoid, lunate, triquetral, pisiform, trapezium, trapezoid, capitate, hamate.Sherlock needed a diagram in the end to do the wiring properly. The hand had seemed like so little of John, but it had so many pieces. That was like John, just like him.