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pale complexion and shaken appearance showed he had encountered
something beyond his comprehension, of an immensely deadly diabolical
nature, and he shook in terror, barely able to speak, and looked
I strained my eyes to see him in the dimness of the
underground train tunnel, near London Bridge, beside the underground
Roman cavity they had just uncovered in the side of the tunnel, which
he had just climbed out!
“What did you see down there?”
I gasped, in horror, at what he had suggested existed.
“I saw its face!” he muttered. “It’s
hideous! Its existence goes back far further than humans, and far
beyond! It’s trapped down there somewhere!”
I stood frigid and staggered at the danger, and started
to comprehend what we were up against, and had been missing!
I wondered what could be powerful enough to trap it, and
if there was even anything in existence to free it!
“Its origins go beyond humans, and the Romans who
settled here, and has been dormant, waiting to be revived, and
uncovered, and has remained undetected by our technology!”
He continued, biting his lower lip hard, “Our
detection methods are far inferior and are mainly created and
function to discover normal objects, and even normal unidentified
objects, and our investigations of it are futile!”
I sat frigid,
realizing the mistake we had made and what the outcome of what was
occurring could be, and by trying to handle something of its nature,
which could categorically kill us all!
“Some scientists found traces of it though, which
were kept confidential – while they tried to locate and
“It must be incredible!”
I answered firmly. “It
must have been tremendous! What made it come to this place, in the
“Nobody knows! Perhaps there’s something
here, which it came to investigate! If it was far less dormant it
might have been located by some means! It is powerful!”
I was amazed that he thought it could have some form of
powerful presence, and I believed it was supposed to be entirely
supernatural, and was sure I was destined to discover its existence,
and full potential, and believed it could be buried away below us,
below the cavity, unearthed by them, working there, and I detected he
had been up to something when he discovered its existence.
Deep down I thought McMurdo had barely survived, and
seemed to believe he could be killed in some hideous way!
It was lucky Marple had not been able to get hold of the
archaeologists to investigate his accounts of the lost treasure, and
Roman map he had found, as they were working on another project, but
I knew they soon would, and that we could not do anything about it,
and I thanked him for warning me.
In the ground below my feet I was surprised to see an
object, which I saw was a Roman coin, and I grabbed it and cleaned
dirt away from it, in the dim light, and I entered further into the
massive cavity in the side of the tunnel wall, and looked down into
the large hole there, going deep below, and into the hideous cavity,
and wondered why in the hell it was there, and why the railway
company had not filled it in, but I knew they would once they had
completed the rest of the railway line, and it could be buried away
for future explorers to uncover.
I recalled the other incident we had investigated, at
Battlefield Road, and after all the observations, research, and by
leading scientists, scientists admitted that the thing found in the
woman’s house we investigated had unknown origins, mainly by
its appearance and tremendous unrecognized powers! Although they
still had a lot of work and investigations to carry out, and had
found little, and they were trying to keep it confidential!
“We have to investigate it!” McMurdo warned.
“The future of the world could be at stake? If the wrong people
get hold of it …”
“We should investigate it!” I agreed,
recalling a newspaper article. “There may soon be many more
constructions being built around here! They’re building far
more constructions now …
We have to get anything we can on it –
and as much information on it and its origins …”
“There’s little! That’s been found!
It’s mainly in ancient lost legends, which show its hideous
features – and that of the devil!”
I was left confused at what information he had
discovered, and stated, “If
it has a physical presence we could discover something
new about it – and it would be worthwhile to investigate!”
McMurdo gasped, in horror, still badly shaken from his
confrontation with it, and replied, “I
never thought I would live to see it and survive!”
Thing from Beyond Reality
The whole account of what occurred was now astounding
and I could barely believe what had happened, and what happened
I was staggered at the Battlefield
Road discovery, and walking in
and discovering the sphere formation, and its powerful energy
pulsations blasting through sold rock, and witnessing some form of
life existing there, which we have not seen since, which nobody
grasped the true identity of!
The formation altered back to its original dormant
formation later, after the paranormal scientists arrived, and I had
to describe things that happened and that I seen invisible things
surrounding it, which had become visible, and their strange glowing
and swirling ghostly formations, forces, and some like spirits with
shrouds over them.
The central formation resembled a magical living sphere,
altering its formation, and its energy and powers, and I knew it had
no real physical form, and it normally had a colossal size and powers
In the end, after intense investigations, nobody, other
than the two paranormal scientists, Oswald and Higgins, who witnessed
some of it, believed what I told them existed.
All the occurrences sounded so astounding afterwards I
could hardly believe it myself at times, and what the outcome
scenario of the incredible events had been, and it being entirely
different from what I expected.
The dormant alien formation, even when shown, was not
enough to prove anything, and it was a rare phenomenon to them, and
something else entirely, and all the scientists, who had been unable
to make mental or normal communications with it, were unable to prove
it or prove it was not, and it basically left me the only one that
had seen it and communicated with it.
I was unable to allow it to make contact with the human
race, as they were unable to communicate, and it seemed to change its
mind about doing it, as it had done before, but I realized it wanted
to do something else, which I was unable to realize, and from my last
communications with it.
In the end it was left in the museum cellar, with the
treasure, where the paranormal scientists and scientists occasionally
visited when they had new ideas and technology, to investigate it
To my surprise I
once realized nobody in the museum realized what had even taken
place, and was there, buried away in the depths of their building,
and the scientists and paranormal scientists who investigated it no
longer mentioned anything of it.
At the time I never even suspected in my wildest
fantasies that what we had found was not the conclusion to the whole
affair, and what we would find later, and more historical treasure.
Marple had investigators in all major worldwide cities
and he was one of the most advanced and knowledgeable investigators I
had met, who was known to me for many years before I joined him as
assistant chief investigator, and his experience was vast, in all
sorts of ways, in science and technology, in extraordinary
occurrences, and he handled cases and activities beyond any other
agencies I had encountered.
Upon my first entrance of the building he had me rushed
up the stairs to his office, and introduced as Mike Malone,
previously a news reporter, to the new investigators, and I was given
Marple held a meeting with the investigators there
discussing the end of the war, and at the end of the meeting
introduced me to a new distinctive/strange case, which baffled me, as
I had been sure I had done everything, after the past affairs, and
the alien discovery, and what must surely be the greatest scientific
discovery mankind ever encountered.
He bestowed the case at the end of the meeting with
little knowledge of what it was fully about, other than it was of
interest to him to see how I handled it, as my first case in London,
and to see if I was doing what he wanted, and to see what I would
come up with, and left me in confusion, as he gave me little.
After examining the few facts I became convinced it was
just someone playing a festive season drink induced prank, dressed as
a department store Santa Claus, and all that was mentioned was a
woman had phoned claiming a department store Santa had scared her at
Although what happened reminded me of what had happened
on my first case and a woman had phoned claiming to have seen ghosts,
and I sensed something, and saw Marple had reacted in the same way,
but I did not know why.
Furthermore, before I undertook it, something else
emerged, and a new client, McMurdo, phoned Marple, with another
strange case, to Marple’s surprise, and they arranged a
meeting, and I stayed to see what he was so desperate to do, and I
wondered what was going to happen, and what the outcome would be, and
slowly detected Marple had excitedly become interested, and that
money was surely involved, and I wondered if it was because it
Christmas or the company opening its new headquarters.
I sat at the fireplace and watched Marple put up his
Christmas tree in the corner of the room, introducing the festive
season, and he poured us full glasses of his best whisky, and jumped
into his seat, and I saw the
last of the sunlight vanishing.
I studied buildings looking for bomb damage from the
As I shifted my seat closer to the fire his new
secretary shoved open the door and rushed in and introduced McMurdo,
and I was surprised to see him enter in his dirty dusty work clothes,
from the top of the stairs, weary and exhausted, looking nervous.
He looked as if he had just finished working at a
building site, and I could not grasp why he was so nervous, and what
I considered if there was money in the building trade,
now that the war was over, with all the damaged buildings, and them
rebuilding the city.
I was slightly disappointed, as I expected more, and
expected he would be wealthy, and I considered why Marple thought
there was money involved, and spotted Marple looked disappointed for
a few seconds, and he gave McMurdo a seat at the fireplace, which he
gladly took and rested in, and excepted a glass of whisky.
After a while Marple asked him what he wanted, and he
shoved his hand into his inner pocket, and apprehensively removed
what looked like the remains of a folded up crumpled rag, which I
identified as some form of ancient paper, and he nervously sat
holding it while looking at it and his drink, and I suddenly spotted
he had encountered something of immense danger, and I wondered what
could do such a thing to such a man, and I considered the events that
had occurred due to the war.
“This is a very ancient document!”
he announced, and Marple looked up as he opened it up, and looked
He stared at it, and Marple continued, “I’ve
some experience of dating documents! Even though it looks far too old
and unique for me to recognize …”
He took the ancient piece of paper and marched over and
handed it over to Marple, and backed away to his seat.
Marple had a look of surprise and confusion, and asked
him, “Perhaps you should tell us what happened, and why you
need us – including what you told me on the phone, in more
detail, and we perhaps may help you!”
“Alright I shall!” he replied, and relaxed
more. “I work on the underground line … We’re
extending the underground train line … We drill out the muck
and rocks! With all the bomb damage and extra work we’ve been
running behind schedule … So they’ve employed more
workers, and we work later hours …”
“Where are you working?” I asked, curiously.
“Near London Bridge!” he replied, looking
out at where the river was. “We were digging the rubble out the
tunnel and increasing the size of part of the tunnel when the tunnel
wall collapsed in … Revealing a large hidden cavity in the
side of the tunnel … The ground inside the cavity collapsed
and fell into a deep cavity below …”
He held his head, and quickly pulled himself together,
and straightened up, and continued, “It was not just a cavity
though … It was part of some buried away ancient construction,
and we found a large cavity deep below. We were sure it had tunnels
and ancient artifacts …”
“Of great value?” I replied.
He nodded his head, and I wondered what he was talking
about, as why the hell would ancient underground artifacts, tunnels,
and cavities be so significant, and to such a guy, at the most
archeologists would be called in to explore it.
Again I wondered what he was so frightened of, and I was
more confused than I had been.
I recalled underground tunnels and hideouts being in
other cities, and realized that there could be some there!
To my surprise he replied, “The
origins of that piece of paper was told to me to be nearly two
thousand years old …”
Marple looked at it, clearly still wondering what he was
after, and why he was so frightened.
to accounts and legends I found! Valuable treasure was concealed near
where something was concealed!”
“Near where what was concealed?”
I gasped, looking startled.
Marple looked at him calmly, and I looked deep into the
fire, and listened.
“I found that ancient map hidden on a skeleton in
the cavity! It will not be long before the cavity will be buried
away, as we have to finish the repairs and railway line …”
“What do you want us to do?” I replied,
“I’ve just come into new information that
could allow you to locate it!”
I could not grasp if it actually existed, and sat
considering it, and everything he said.
“According to myths,”
he continued, “many
people have been found dead searching for it down there! There could
be something of great danger, where it’s
we do then?”
I asked, curiously, looking over at Marple, waiting to see if Marple
have to wait until I’m
ready!” McMurdo replied first, and stood up. “I could
have a major clue to its location, and I’m
sure I can discover something of significant importance! I will need
your help to recover it!”
Marple replied firmly.
had left the building, and returned home, I started to doubt what he
was after was of value other than to archaeology and museums, for
historical value, and I was sure he was just trying to get us to go
out our way to get it for him, and I wondered if it was also because
it was of great danger.
first investigation in London seemed strange, which I could not
identify, and the elderly widow client left me confused, as she
claimed she had seen Santa Claus in her house in the middle of the
night, and she claimed he had a strange ghostly appearance, and I
could not identify why.
So I questioned her over again, and took it she had
witnessed something unusual in the night, while leaving her bed, upon
hearing noises below, and there seemed to me to be no case to
investigate as no crime had been committed, and she said she was not
bothered about him being there to my surprise, and nothing seemed to
suggest he had done anything, and I wondered why she was not bothered
about him being there, in her house at night, and why she had
reported it, and she never replied why.
I had gone to the client confused and repeatedly going
over the document I was given, which consisted of nothing but a few
paragraphs with a few lines she had given the agency, and I came to
the conclusion that she might have stopped an attempted burglary and
wanted us to secretively handle the case.
What could she have confronted at night in her living
room of her house that could have caused her to seek such dramatic
The location was near our headquarters, next to the
Thames, and when I entered I expected little. It was my first case!
After talking with her more I established that she had
recently become a widow, and was left there on her own, and I
suddenly realized that she believed she had encountered something she
believed was of a paranormal nature, of a strange nature, and that
she must want me to identify what it was and perhaps find a way of
getting rid of it.
Though what had she seen, and how was I going to get rid
of it, and what if it was some form of paranormal?
After the ghost occurrences I had witnessed before I
gasped at what it could be! But they were entirely different and
surely could not exist there. And if she had fantasized something,
half asleep, in the middle of the night, she could have hallucinated,
or she could have believed it had occurred afterwards, but there was
more to it, and I had to try to deduce what she meant by what she
said, and I had her give me accurate descriptions of the visitation,
or whatever she thought it was, but she gave me little and it left me
confused, and I wondered if she was playing with me, as she might
have heard of the case of the ghost sightings.
Though she insisted something had appeared there, in her
living room, and that it had never appeared there before, and she
claimed the Santa Claus floated inches over her floor, as though it
thought it was on the floor, and its movement suggested it was doing
something, with an intension, which she never identified.
The case seized my attention and I became engrossed in
discovering what would happen, and in the unusual case, and I had to
solve it. But it was not a matter of remaining there this time and
watching for its reappearance, as it had only shown itself once, and
I even wondered if it could have been from my appearance there, and
the powers that I had gained from the last occurrence, but they had
been different and had vanished, and I decided to check nearby and
locals there, and if they had seen anything, or had heard of anything
that had supposedly haunted the region.
thinking it over for too long I started wondering if it was me that
was attracting such strange occurrences to materialize, as since the
last one I still had not heard any other proper occurrences anywhere,
and from everyone and everywhere I checked, and could not grasp how
the paranormal scientists could even work, as there was nothing and
they admitted it!
I sensed that it existed in this case, and started to
realize it more and more as I questioned locals, but I could not
identify what, as they only explained so far, and little, and none
had actually seen any occurrences, and I could not grasp if they were
tricking me, or hiding something, but eventually I got more
information from them, and I realized there had been other sightings
of the Santa Claus, and that they were passing on information from
I began to believe it could be a serial killer, who had
hidden away the remains of his victims, and the people I had met only
had heard rumors, and I decided to search further and discovered
there had been other sightings of the Santa Claus on the same street
as the elderly widow who had witnessed him.
My first investigation of another elderly widow on the
same street seemed as strange as the first, and left me more
confused, and gave little information on what she had witnessed, and
nothing indicating it was a serial killer, and she claimed she had
seen Santa Claus actually emerge in her house in the middle of the
night, and she claimed it had somehow had the appearance of something
ghostly, and I started to wonder if she was just copying the other
woman, and wondered what they were up to.
By the way she later described it I wondered if it had
been a burglar using the festive season and a Santa Claus costume to
disguise him breaking in, while hiding his identity, and after
talking it over she admitted others in the street had encountered it
too, to my surprise, and I decided to investigate it further.
Back at Reality Investigations I met Marple and he
handed me letters involved with the case, which I opened, and I sat
surprised and shocked at the fireplace reading them, and even though
I thought the sudden appearance of the letters had to be someone
reacting to my investigations, and perhaps covering up what they were
doing, I realized how authentic the letters were and how dangerous
the case could be, and I was left staggered when I read one from a
school boy who claimed Santa’s
reindeer had eaten his brother, and left his bones under their
Christmas tree, and I was left baffled, and wondered why the police
had not been called, and I decided that I had better investigate it
before doing anything, and had to check the bones existed, and
identify a killing occurring!
I was left unsure by the way it was written, and it was
strange that the young boy claimed that his brother should not have
gone downstairs to see Santa, and that he had not known any better,
and I wondered if he had been kidnapped or something, and had left
the bones to cover it up.
He claimed his parents were away and I realized that his
parents had not returned yet and that the occurrence had occurred on
a previous night, and the letter finished with him asking for our
help, and I realized people I had met had told him and the other
letter writers of my investigations.
What the hell was there? Was it a case for paranormal
investigators? I considered calling them up, but realized I would
have to prove something of that nature existed, or there was
something unexplained occurring.
Suddenly I discovered one letter was from a neighbor of
the first elderly lady client, who started the investigation, and I
began reading other letters, and it became more and more curious, and
I read letters from women at the surrounding houses, and that it was
not burglaries as nothing was being taken from the houses.