The Alien Orb (5 page)

Out in front, of the light range, he
regularly watched dim gleams from stone lighting up like from a
mysterious source, and he would confirm its type when he shifted
passed it.

After listening to more of the
archeologists
’
allegations he realized that not much had actually been found
out! Why had anyone built the tunnels? Why would devil worshippers
or whoever made the deadly sacrifices?

Alright it was hidden away with little
chance of anyone finding it, but why there and why go to such
lengths to do what they had done?

He wondered what the place would throw at
him next! All his life he had been use to solving things as they
appeared and now he was having every unsolvable mystery, perhaps on
the planet, for centuries, dumped on him without the suggesting of
a clue.

In the pale illumination the tunnel
went straight along, distinctively different from other
tunnels
–
with its sides with smooth rock that never looked man-made
and made by some means he could not quite grasp.

“
Did you come up with
anything?
”
Mortimer asked once, to his amusement, noticing that he was
frustrated with having so little to go on and finding
nothing.

Yet they seemed to have made a human
sacrifice to something, and he wondered if they were done for the
things outside, and that they could be even more deadly and
powerful than they imagined, which would explain why they built the
tunnels.

While he was wondering if they and the
tunnel were actually connected to the castle his sight fixed on a
magical glow at a point directly in front, which he realized was
not a wall, and its surface glowed like white lava in the bright
rays of the light, as though it contained energy.

“
What could that be?
”
Mitchell moaned tiredly,
leaning closer, as though he had partly fallen asleep and been
awakened when he had seen it.

Some of his men removed guns and remained
ready to fire, and some of the others thought of retreating to
where they had come.

Nobody seemed to answer Mitchell and they
remained silent, watching for signs of movement as they journeyed
on.

The pace was slow but they saw no real
danger, but they had much confusion in what was there and Bryson
continued on and on unable to see a thing, captivated in it, and
started to realize how faint the lights were becoming and that he
was half asleep, and that most of the others looked the same, and
he heard silent moans.

Jagged rocks scattered and piled over the
ground brushed under their shoes, and he wondered why and saw rocks
pile up more across his front.

Mitchell increased the power of his light by
removing the batteries and adding some new ones from his pocket,
and when it lit up they all stopped in horror, scarcely believing
their eyes.

A monster creature, with large dark red
eyes, with dimensions bigger than the tunnel was embedded in the
side of the tunnel, like it had been tunneling through there and
got trapped with its upper part embedded in the tunnel.

Its massive deadly shape glowed under their
lights when they surrounded it, with its giant head frozen in place
with its jaws wide open, and identical to a colossal killing demon
attacking.

“
There
’
s no heat from it!
”
one of the scientists
announced, holding a device at it, reassuring them that it was
dead, if it was in fact a life form at all.
“
And there
’
s no radioactivity ...! If
anyone needs that information?
”

His last statement confused Bryson and left
him wondering what he had meant.

“
Why is its surface so
smooth?
”
one of he archeologists remarked feeling it.
“
Why
it
’
s so
perfectly preserved ... All signs identify it as being here a great
deal of time!
”

A stream of light was inundating the
tunnel further along, producing a magical effect upon
Bryson
’
s
hazy sight, and he realized that they had finally reached the
end.

Chapter 7

The Demon
Creature

The morning sun stretched over the horizon
throwing its golden rays amongst the trees, stretching long shadows
everywhere, and brightly streaming its rays over Bryson and the
others as they rested sleepily around a blazing campfire in the
middle of a clearing in the snow covered wood.

What a night! He could barely feel his legs,
never mind his feet, which he watched perched on a bolder near the
fire, absorbing the heat.

The wood seemed perfect and like a winter
wonderland, without its nightly dangers, which most of the others
could not properly conclude why. Only he and the paranormal
researchers and their scientists had any real insight into why as
they had been at the last castle.

The sunlight stretched along the wood
putting life back into it, making snow specks sparkle as they
floated down from the trees.

A distant sound of scientists down in the
tunnel, to his left, broke his silence, and he acknowledged a sweet
pipe tobacco aroma lingering in the air, and he listened to their
debates over what species the creature was classed as with some
amusement, thinking of what the paranormal scientists would class
it.

He examined the giant hole in the tunnel,
where they had been able to escape from the tunnel from, where the
ground had collapsed in years before through corrosion from water
and weight, and he tried to see into the rest of the tunnel where
it had collapsed over, but he could not see any entrance in to
it.

He turned and stared into the
smoldering red ashes in the campfire and imagined images of the
creature
’
s
large red eyes, as he had seen it in the tunnel, and realized that
nobody there had seen eyes like it on any other animal. At times he
had believed all the myths of the world and their remarkable
things! Were there occult creatures buried away all over the world?
He gasped at a drawing he recalled of a dragon creature.

What the hell was this thing? Its head
resembled old draws he had seen of demons, from a collection of
ancient parchments. All demons were not the same! They had
different features and they could be far different from what they
had been drawn like and perceived. What were they anyway if they
really existed? The thing that they discovered might even
change
the
image of prehistoric animals if they released photos of it.
It could make the trip a perfect success, and all the trouble that
they had gone through worthwhile! It was a discovery of the wildest
dreams of paranormal scientists, and perhaps proper concrete
proof!

Had they actually captured one of them
things that had chased them through the wood? He was not sure if he
could believe it! The things had been invisible! He had proven
that!

Had this one become solid and burrowed
through to there, where it had been killed hitting and trapping
itself in the tunnel? He had a hard time believing they were what
they were being described as! Yet what if it was something else
that they had missed? The thing William Randall had found at the
last castle had alien origins! With its powers opening up gateways
into supernatural places.

“
We
’
ve made contact with the
outside!
”
Mitchell shrieked, holding his phone close into his ear, and
joyfully walking back and forth on a flat area of snow, and entered
a conversation with someone he knew that he was desperate to get in
touch with.

After he had finished his conversation he
hung up and put away his phone in his chest pocket.

“
Well it looks as though we may get
that thing ...
”

“
How what
’
s happening?
”
one of his men replied,
moving over to where he was.

“
There
’
s a transporter army helicopter on
the way ... I managed to get a loan of it ...
”

“
I thought we were going to continue
with this ...?
”

“
I
’
ve informed them of the situation here and
that we
’
ve
decided to stay ... But if anyone wants out they can leave
...
”

“
Why the helicopter?
”

“
To remove that thing and get it back
... For it to be investigated, of course. I want their opinion on
what it is?
”

Chapter 8

The Military
Helicopter

The helicopter emerged in the horizon and
swept in low across the trees, blowing up massive clouds of snow
with its powerful twin rotor blades, with loud deafening thuds
shattering the silence, and it hovered in slowly blowing snow and
debris about everywhere before landing on an area of flat ground,
where they had flattened.

Bryson watched how startled the pilots were
at what the mission was, with their strange looks and hidden
thoughts, which he had expected with the descriptions Mitchell had
given.

The region was desolate and a mystery, and
they had not seen there before. They soon opened the compartment
door at the rear end and removed a smaller digger, and one of the
men aboard drove it over to where they had marked where the
creature was buried under, and he soon started digging it out.

Bryson and the two paranormal scientists had
become outstandingly famous since their discoveries at the last
castle and some of the helicopter people were surprised to see them
there, and gave more gasps at the discovery when they saw it. Yet
Bryson was not sure what would become of the creature or what they
would find it to be! They could easily end up classing it as some
new variation of some animal!

When they mentioned the preservation
of the creature the majority of them looked baffled, and nobody
gave any proper explanation to why it had not rotted
away
. It clearly had
been there for a great deal of time!

So when
it was completely dug out and eventually lifted out into daylight
all
the scientists frantically talked, studied, and
photographed it, avoiding giving much scientific explanations, and
remained interested in the study its preservation and the uses it
could have if they found something new there.

Bryson examined it to find the best way of
killing it, if it was one of those beasts in the wood! Yet where
had they appeared from, and they were invisible and partially
invisible? So how could they handle such a thing? Would it be
impossible to kill something that was invisible? Yet could it have
killed while invisible? All the stories of encounters, which some
of them could have been from them, as well as many other things,
gave accounts of deaths! Did they fully materialize to carry out
their attacks?

Bryson was still confused at what they were
up against. They had nothing but a monster creature, from
somewhere. Their vague examinations of its features and organs gave
little, and showed little of its natural environment.

Yet when the helicopter was getting ready to
take off, and all the people there were discussing the creature, he
realized that they no longer believed it was one of the things in
the wood and was something else, and Merton and Mortimer had lost
interest in it completely, also thinking so, as all their
examinations of it showed it was only a new form of animal.

The helicopter lifted off sweeping out low
and increasing its height, with its deafening thuds rattling him to
the bone, while simultaneously shattering their eardrums, making
him wonder how the pilots never damaged themselves, and realized
how much he had adapted to the deep desolate silence at the
location, and he watched it vanish into the horizon, leaving its
impression firmly in his minds.

Chapter 9

The Exploration

It was shocking
how fast they started to realize the truth and that they should
actually have left on the helicopter! When the early winter night
started edging into the region all their recollections of the night
before started emerging, and that they had not achieved their
mission of leaving the wood, and at least getting to the
castle.

The place was
a public menace and should be marked as a danger zone and fenced
off! Even as the sun edged into the horizon Bryson saw things that
should not be there start to appear about the place, even the
ground beneath them seemed to sag like it were turning into
swamp.

Bryson felt
like he had a sixth sense that could not detect the supernatural,
and his brain detected other things caused by it.

The plan was
to follow the rest of the tunnel, which they had dug into earlier,
and they would find where that went and at least be away from their
location.

A peculiar
whistle haunted them, which could not be properly heard, like
sounds animals hear that humans cannot, which came from no real
location and shadowed them, irritating them trying to identify it
and its location.

The tunnel was the same, and when they
started marching into it Bryson heard scrambling movements and
panic-stricken voices behind him and wondered if they had timed it
too late, and if something had happened to the last people to enter
and they did not know if they should go back or ignore it.