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?