Monsters from Beyond Reality (19 page)

“
That’s
very interesting”
Mitchell answered firmly.

Mitchell began
talking to someone on his communicator, and asked Merton, “What
form does this multidimensional take in this dimension, and as a
whole through dimensions? And what do you call it, if you had to
give it some form of identification?”

“
I am
not sure I can answer all that yet – as it is through dimensions –
and our equipment has not been adapted for that yet – and has
different energy states in them all. It is more an entity! We have
not fully realized what it is! It is in what is like the depths of
space, at the most different region from our environment as it can
get. So I doubt I can properly compare it at the moment! We have so
little, and know so little about its identity ...”

“
And
they may not fully believe you?” Mitchell moaned, as he listened to
the response from the military control center. “And they want to
know if we can properly back up the claims you made
already?”

“
Exactly! They will need to know everything that they can
about it – as they will need to destroy it!”

“
We need
as much as possible in detecting it and capturing it – if we cannot
destroy it! And they can throw it back out there in space or
something, where it belongs!”

Chapter 25

The Treasure
Expedition

Bryson and Pendleton arrived at a room at the
virtually unexplored ground floor, without anyone seeing them going
there. It was where the bottom of the second tunnel was, and came
to an end, which Pendleton occasionally gasped at.

Bryson still could not believe that they
were still coming across highly potential unexplored spots, where
the treasure could be buried away.

After a great deal of thought and
information from the scans of the tunnel Bryson started realizing
that William Randall could have buried it at the bottom of the
tunnel, with the thing in it to scare away anyone going there.
Pendleton’s memory had returned and he insisted that the other two
treasure hunters with him had insisted that it was there and that
it was buried away at the bottom.

The room was an ordinary castle room, which
had clearly not been entered by anyone for a long time by the webs
covering it everywhere, and he also noticed that no footprints were
on the dust on the carpet.

Bryson could not get why the others never
thought the treasure had been there on the ground floor, and
neither could Pendleton.

The tunnel had been there at the exact
location they had traced it to, and Pendleton was sure that they
would have found the treasure there and he was sure that they had
only entered the tunnel at the top floor as it had looked the best
place!

The wall grabbed their attention as its
thickness was the same as the other rooms the tunnels were in.

The archaeologists had given up scanning
walls and had found nothing with it. Their scans were not good and
their scans of the other tunnel had shown little! Their equipment
needed to be improved!

Bryson repeatedly thumped his hand hard
against the wall, intensely listening for anything, while he slowly
moved across it.

Bryson easily located the tunnel behind the
wall but instead of finding the boulders at the spot he discovered
something larger, and peeled away the wallpaper with Pendleton
until they revealed what looked like a solid block of stone, the
size of a doorway, surrounded by castle boulders.

Bryson stood amazed at how he and so many
others could have missed such a thing! How could they have found
the tunnel in the library and not even bothered going to the bottom
of it? It even made him gasp as he wondered if they had avoided
going there for a reason? The thing up there was hideous, even if
they were now thinking of it as a normal life form trying to escape
from its confines, and having advanced intelligence.

He was sure the ancient historical castle
had many hidden secrets and treasures buried away and wondered if
they might find anything else there.

At first he thought that he would have to
force the slab in or destroy it completely but when he pushed it he
saw it was a door, made of stone, and he carefully shifted the
awkward mass of stone in, in stages, into the wall, as Pendleton
stayed ready to help.

They were both obsessed and Bryson had to
push it further with all his weight and strength, as it became
stuck with dirt and stone around its edges, and his clambering
resumed until he had it out of the way and they could enter the
tunnel.

His eyes occasionally fell on the mess under
him with little interest! The thick layer of stone and dust
fragments were scattered across the ground and he started brushing
it away with his shoe to see what was below, and found more castle
stones!

He turned on his light and looked further,
and he wondered if the scientists working above would detect their
presence there, with amusement.

Bryson was sure that the thing above only
reacted to things at certain distances, but he was unsure about
them being below it!

Yet why did it not work through the walls?
He had been in the rooms behind the wall with the other scientists
and nothing occurred there!

He turned the light upwards and examined the
tunnel going upwards. What was it? What was there? He had put
together everything that they had found and he now could barely
believe most of it! Was there something else there hiding
itself?

He shone the powerful light straight up the
tunnel, where he saw the tunnel going up to the castle roof, and as
his sight adjusted to it he saw nothing and started to wonder what
it was built for?

Yet it seemed too large to be a chimney and
there was no trace of soot or anything that would surely be there,
even if they had it cleaned. Although there was the chance that
nobody had really used it and that any marks were hidden now.

His breathing echoed into it, and its
coldness made clouds of steam come out of his mouth going up into
it.

Suddenly sounds started emerging above and
he wondered if he had activated it!

They started sounding mind-bending and
started screaming through the shaft until they had a fury that
stunned him, with some sounding like screams and others like
wailing spirits, and he wondered if there were other dangers there
at the bottom that were not at the top? Could the thing come down
and escape? And get them outside the tunnel?

Clouds of powdered dirt and stone fell about
at different points around boulders above as though the tunnel were
being shaken by an earthquake. Dust swirled through his beam of
light as he wondered where the treasure would be buried away? And
he sheltered it going into his eyes.

He imagined Pendleton and the other two
treasure hunters there years before, during the Second World War,
hanging on their ropes, just over the disturbance, which he tried
to locate.

He watched what was happening carefully,
which he had not been able to do when he had been in the other
tunnel on the steps, surrounded in darkness, or when he was above
sticking his head in the tunnel, and he wondered how dangerous it
really was and if he was going to be killed by it.

He lost his balance and grabbed hold of part
of a castle boulder he was resting against behind him and it came
away in his hand, and he glimpsed its dark shape and felt it
wondering what it was, and he finally shined the light over it and
saw something that resembled a piece of wood from the building of
the castle.

He then realized some sounds were now not
emerging from lower down than they had been and he saw that
something was coming downwards, and he thought that he heard one
emerge just above him and he listened intensely with confusion.

Sounds were
manifesting everywhere as though there were invisible
unidentifiable things surrounding there, and strange glowing and
swirling forces seemed to form in the blackness.

While he tried to see what was going on at
an area he noticed that light was moving downwards and he fixed his
eyes onto a strange orb of light floating down, and it all swiftly
vanished, and he stood wondering what had happened to it all?

Bryson turned sensing something was in the
room and saw William standing blankly staring at him, beside
Pendleton, and Bryson walked into the room and shut the stone
doorway, blocking the entrance to the tunnel, and saw William and
Pendleton staring at the thing that he had in his hand, which he
had thought had been a discarded piece wood from the building of
the castle, and he realized that it was an ancient book.

Chapter 26

The Diary

The page that the alien had given Bryson,
when it had died in the wood, fitted into the diary and confirmed
it was authentic!

When he started reading it William’s
appearance at the tunnel haunted his thoughts, making him wonder
why he was there? What had the entity put him there for?

It was as though he should not be there! He
could not tell them or explain how he knew they had been there at
the tunnel. Only that he had to go there, and Bryson was amazed at
the way the thing in the tunnel had vanished when he had
appeared.

What was the connection? If the thing there
had made him, what did it want him to do? It clearly took control
of him at times and used him to do things!

The ancient book was incredible and he had
known it was something by the way William had reacted and had
waited for him to read it, and Bryson had been more than fascinated
when he had read it and found it was William Randall’s diary! He
had actually found William Randall’s diary! It had been left
upright in a gap in the wall, where it had resembled part of the
wall, with a withered cover that resembled a dirt covered
stone.

It felt like he had been waiting all his
life to find it and that everything else had been the build up to
it. What it contained he could not even guess, and he guarded it
greatly, and he did not want to show it to anyone until he had
ruthlessly checked it.

He soon realized that it was not a normal
diary and that it had strange things scribbled through it, with a
quill pen, and he conjured up images of his ancestor wearing
ancient clothes at a desk writing it.

The more he read it the more important it
became and the less he thought of his ancestor writing it, and it
even gave him details of the hidden treasure.

There was no doubt about it the book
explained occurrences at the castle, and he wondered what his
thoughts of the castle had been at that time in history.

At times it was like the whole castle was
something else – created for some function that he could not even
imagine – which went beyond his understanding.

As he read it he repeatedly wondered what
the people in the past would have given for the book that he had in
front of him, and what the aliens, who had built the tunnels in the
wood, would have given for it?

He recalled all the accounts and things that
he had heard!

What had been the truth about the stories
that had said something had happened that had killed them all? So
if it had been true what had happened and how had the entity ended
up in the tunnel and in the other tunnel? Why had it not moved away
into the other dimensions? What was keeping it there? Surely there
had to be something there that they were missing? Perhaps it was
disguised as something or was hidden away? Such advanced technology
could achieve virtually anything and it could be something that he
had not even considered possible?

He had always wanted to explore and discover
something new of value and greatness, and even be remembered in
history!

What interested and alarmed them was why it
was hidden in such a place and had created such occurrences? What
was it they were dealing with anyway? Why was it in such a far out
place?

Something of unfathomable unidentifiable
supernatural nature sounded as though it were there trapped in some
form of magnetic or energy field, trapped and trying to free itself
from something, ultimately escaping to another location of liberty,
and he imagining some form of spirit trapped there for
centuries.

Bryson again started to realize the
implications of the find and that they might check what was there
someday, and that he better start finding information about it.

The book
started by stating facts that were given in the accounts that
Bryson had read and that t
he origins of the entity had
occurred in 1620 when fishermen at a fishing village had witnessed
its materialization, and that it had appeared over the morning mist
over the sea as a bright light of immense magnitude, and that
everybody that had witnessed it had realized that it had been
something of great power and intelligence, and that they had seen
it landing and that they had followed it to where it had
crashed.

William Randall had thought he had seen
everything until he had been shown it by the fishermen and it had
fascinated him, and though he had been a scientist of that time he
believed in forms of magic and witchcraft, especially after his
encounter with the first transcendent and its artifact at the first
castle, and the entity had powers going beyond anything he had
seen.

Something had damaged it before it had
crashed and it had continually altered, and had been made of
energy, and altered from something and had been trying to adapt to
something and had been trapped in something invisible to them.

At one point they had believed it would
vanish completely from existence but it had been later perceived
that it had entered some form of damaged or dormant state, surely
exhausted of energy from either its extraordinary manifestation,
impact with the world, or it not having existed in their form of
existence.