The Lost Treasure Map Series (102 page)

On the second
night of Cameron’s arrival at the house he was not any wiser to his
identity, and Dory was the only place left to get information, and
he was still considering what to do, and he had a feeling that he
was going to be disappointed, and he had stayed in and had ended up
drunk on his living room floor

After watching
endless news programs and reading newspapers and magazines he was
left stumped and disappointed at what had happened to the Prime
Minister, and there had only been one mention of him being away on
holiday, and he still intended to try to meet him and he wished to
get information on him and his movements!

In the end he
got so frustrated and drunk that he almost collapsed, and ended up
in a heap over the floor.

So when the
first alien leader arrived to make first contact with him on behalf
of the human race he never heard his doorbell ring, and thought it
was part of a dream.

The bell rang
again and kept ringing until he eventually became conscious and it
affected his dream, and when he opened his eyes he sat up wondering
what it was, as he had not heard the strange sounding bell tone
before and rested trying to identify the racket and even considered
if it was an air raid siren.

Consequently,
he realized what it had to be and that one of his neighbors had to
be at the door and staggered about on his feet and stumbled
forward, going in the direction of the door, and finally reached it
wondering who could possibly be so inhuman to ring a doorbell for
so long and at that time of night!

When he
finally unlocked it he gasped and wondered if he should open it, as
he could barely even stand, and he was almost sick, and in the end
just yanked the door open!

He never
noticed that there was nobody out in the darkness and stood swaying
about, and he eventually got tired of the drilling sound of the
bell blasting out near his ear.

It was
incredible he had not even met anyone there and had only seen one
or two of them out the window and one of them was killing him with
his doorbell, and he considered having it replaced in the morning,
and started to search the darkness in front of him, wondering why
there was nobody there, and he searched for the doorbell but could
not find it and searched the outer wall by trying to feel the
blasted thing, and stopped when he saw a strange thin fog engulfing
his garden and the outer road, without him hardly noticing it and
it soon thickened, and he could not see where it was emerging from
and realized it had to be a freak weather condition, and realized
that it must be a ground level weather formation, and fog was
forming in the region and he was sure he was at the central
point!

Yet he stood
propped against the doorframe wondering what the hell the doorbell
had to do with it and realized that it must be local kids playing
tricks on the locals, and tried recalling the date and realized it
was not Halloween, anyway!

His sight
seemed to go hazy with the mist as it deepened, and he almost
vomited, and held himself there firmly, trying to think of a way of
stopping the bell ringing and in the end he closed his eyes and
started feeling the outer building wall in the darkness there and
grasped the button and started to feel it and if there was anything
on it, holding it in, and he started trying to pull it out and when
that did not work he grew more and more frustrated and spotted a
boulder near his front lawn, and collected all his energy, and ran
over and grabbed it and ran back and started smashing it off the
side of the wall, and realized it could be ringing all night long
now!

Suddenly it
finally stopped its blasted ring and he laughed, and bowed as if
there was an audience in front of him.

His thoughts
went on the strange nature of the mist and its strange movements,
as though alive, and he saw lights flash in it like they were
electrical, and he wondered if lightning could form in a ground
level cloud.

He had to keep
shutting his eyes to rest his hazy tired eyes.

Peculiar vivid
streaks like colored lightning flashed all about his front and he
examined the thickening mist hovering around menacingly, and he
considered getting in before he collapsed.

It was like
seeing something there at another time in the past, and he wondered
if his brain had received damage!

For a moment
he was sure that there was something actually appearing there from
somewhere else, and examined it at different angles, and then it
was like seeing another world emerge, and he saw through gaps in
the thickening fog and saw regions of something strange in
places.

Out of nowhere
a powerful light emerged through the thickest formation of the mist
with its radiance pulsating and he stood realizing that it was
really there, magically illuminating the fog around his garden,
with strange shadow formations from things he could not see,
creating mind-bending shifting shadows that weaved and probed their
way around.

Sounds of
heavy pounds of emerged, like they were there but not there, and he
was surprised that the ground even shuddered, and realized again at
the amount of drink he had been taking and wondered why he had not
heard of such side effects.

He rested
against the doorframe considering what he would tell his
psychiatrist on Monday, after the weekend, while hearing scurrying
sounds in nearby vegetation.

While he did
it a strange dark shadowed formation emerged in the mist, with a
light behind it, creating mind-bending shifting shadows across his
front that weaved and probed their way about him, and he
occasionally stopped his contemplation to consider it.

In the end,
after realizing how the psychiatrist would react he never believed
there was anything there, and thought it was some strange
hallucinations, and decided to force his brain into realizing it
and accepting nothing was there.

So he stood
glaring at a giant green monster in the darkness outside his front
door and just laughed at it, thinking of it as a hallucination!

It was then
that it the first alien leader from the starship that had
teleported itself to make contact with him, Dave Cameron, stood
still, wondering what he was, and detected something and gasped in
horror, and Cameron started drunkenly shouting at it and told it
bloody well go away home, and he refused to accept it existed, and
he grabbed an old umbrella at the doorway and threw it at it!

The alien bug
leader became furious by the insult and grabbed him by the waist
with its tentacles and threw him all about his garden, from one end
to the other, and he collapsed, from it and the drink and lack of
sleep, and he packed it in for the day!

He only awoke
the next morning when a milkman awoke him in a heap in one of the
bushes in his garden!

Chapter 10

The Second Alien
Leader

It was Saturday
night, and Cameron no longer thought anything had even happened on
the previous night, and had dismissed what had happened that
morning as being one of his strange dreams, as his hangover was so
painful he slept through most of the morning.

His last
thoughts of it were of what to tell his psychiatrist on Monday,
after the weekend, and he decided it was not worth mentioning as it
never had anything to do with his memory loss and he did not want
it to confuse things any further as he wanted him to give him the
precise answer to the problem.

After watching
news programs and reading endless newspapers and magazines he was
left stumped on where the Prime Minister was, and how to meet him,
and he wondered if Dory could give him the answer as she seemed to
answer all of his queries!

In the end he
just got drunk over again, and kept drinking until it was late in
the night, and ended up in almost the same state as the night
before!

So when the
second alien leader arrived to continue their first contact
scenario with the human race he never heard his newly repaired
doorbell being ring, and because he had altered the bell itself so
it could not make as much noise.

The bell rang
for a long time until it was dislodged and the adjustments he made
to it to make it silent were altered and it ended up louder and
suddenly blasted out into the night, waking his neighbors, which he
wished to avoid as the police were still looking for him after they
chased him out the bar, and it rang until he became conscious from
his deep slumber.

When he opened
his eyes, and he was dizzy, and sat up wondering what the hell was
going on, and thought he was in the middle of an air raid, and
carefully listened to the strange sounds of the altered doorbell
and cursed, and lay slumped over a seat trying to identify the
racket until his memory returned.

Consequently,
he staggered around trying to get on his feet and stumbled over a
seat and fell against the side of the door, but actually going in
the direction of the door, but he slowly slid down the wall until
he landed flat on the floor, and after wobbling about he managed to
rollover onto his side and climb back up onto his feet, and
tripping over himself, he finally reached the door and felt it
until he realized that he had to unlock it and he gasped and
wondered if he should leave it, after he recalled something from
the previous night, and he jerked it open!

Again nobody
was there, or away out in the darkness, and he stood swaying about,
doing a form of dance, and he eventually got tired of the drilling
and thuds of the bell bouncing around viciously, and he spotted two
of his neighbors looking out their windows annoyed, and he realized
that it was probably the first time that they had properly seen
him.

He realized
that the doorbell needed replaced and started to search the dark
garden, and gasped and stopped when he saw the strange thin fog
engulfing his garden again, and he watched a neighbor at the side
of his eyes trying to see what he did, and saw nothing, and decided
to wait and see what happened to the mist and he studied it in more
detail realizing that it had thickened, and he could not see what
it was emerging from, and considered it was condensing there and he
studied the dark night sky, and looked sideways and was surprised
that it was not further down the road or up the road, or in fact
anywhere else other than in front of him, and he considered it had
to be a freak weather condition, caused by something he could not
identify, and realized that it was entirely at ground level, and he
wished he had a camera to film it and he considered who would be
able to answer what it was while he watched an area of fog forming
thicker in a region, where he was sure it was at the central point,
which was surprisingly straight out in front of him!

He stood
propped up against the door considering how the doorbell was
connected with it, and wondered how it had activated it, and he
ignored what had happened there on the previous night and was
determined to start over again, less drunk than he had been, and
explain what had happened.

His sight was
still hazy and the mist seemed deepened, and he almost vomited for
a second, and held himself firmly upright, trying to think of ways
of stopping the bell blaring out, and getting rid of the neighbors
looking out windows, and he wondered if he should leave it and see
what they thought of what happened, and grew annoyed at the noise
and collected all his energy and thought of pulling the bell off
the side of the wall.

His thoughts
went on the strange nature of the mist and its strange shifting
movements, as though alive, and he saw lights flash like
electricity in it and wondered if lightning could form at a ground
level.

He had to keep
examining it to see what it was altering into and he tried to
recall what it had done on the previous night and he could not
recall it having done anything itself and it was things that had
formed in it, and with his hazy tired vision he saw it was
repeating everything over again, and he realized he could not
properly move, and especially move away, for some reason.

The thin vivid
thin streaks like strange colored lightning flickered about,
appearing all about his front, and he examined the thickening area
hovering around his front menacingly carrying out what it was
designed to do, and he considered trying to find a way of getting
inside before something happened, and he wondered if he would be
killed by it this time!

It was like
seeing the past breaking through a faint warp, or another time in
the future that looked like the past, and he tried to see if he
could recognize anything!

He strangely
saw something actually appearing there from somewhere else, and
examined it at different angles, and then it was like seeing
another world somewhere else emerging through a gateway, and he saw
parts of it through gaps in the thickened fog and saw regions of
something strange in places, and spotted a major region open and
studied it furiously and saw what looked like a chamber full of
incredible technology he never recognized.

Out of nowhere
a powerful light emerged through the thickest formation of mist,
and dazzled his eyes and made him gasp and try to move back, and he
stood frozen watching its radiance pulsating and illuminating his
garden and house out of the darkness, and he spotted one of his
neighbors at their window standing watching it dazzled and
confused, and realized he actually saw it, and he saw other
neighbors looking out at the tremendous bright light illuminating
all the buildings and their bedroom walls, magically illuminating
the night, and the fog everywhere, with strange shadow formations
from things shifting around that he could not see, creating
mind-bending shifting shadows that weaved and probed their way
around, and he watched a nearby neighbor’s face studying all the
fog and lights.