Fic: The House At 1313 Maple Street (5/8)
Nov. 6th, 2010 06:27 pmTitle: 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.
( 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. )
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.
( 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. )