Monsters from Beyond Reality (11 page)

Now they
were wrapping chains around the tomb and were putting
metal poles across the planks of wood, going up through the
entrance.

When they had finished preparing everything
he watched them push and roll the tomb up the planks of wood over
the poles while the others in the room helped pull the tomb up with
the chains.

When it was finally up they lay about
resting, and Bryson managed to get a proper look at it in the
lighted room and tried to see what he had missed, but he never saw
anything as the tomb itself was far too dirty and covered in
debris.

What interested him most was what they
intended to do with it as he could not realize why they were so
desperate to get it out, as they had clearly examined it in the
chamber with everything that they had, including all the scientists
and archaeologists.

He started examining the tomb to see how
valuable it might be, but he could not image it could worth much,
unless it had historic value that he never knew about, and he
wondered if they knew something there that he never and that the
stuff had value somewhere. For some reason he could not imagine
them being there if there was nothing with definite value there,
even the treasure could be there, and he wondered if collectors
might value it as being valuable for some reason that he never knew
and he thought of phoning the guy he knew who was having him take
photos of things to value there.

After taking a few photos of it from a few
angles he sent the photos and a message to his friend, and soon
received an acknowledgment of the receipt of them. He watched the
others to see what their reactions would be but they just ignored
him.

Archeologists arrived and got to work
cleaning the tomb, and washing all the dirt from it, and Bryson
wondered if they intended to make the castle famous and worth
something and he wondered what would happen then – and what would
happen if it remained haunted and people visited the place from all
over the world.

Bryson
realized that they were not properly searching the castle now! Yet
even though they had agreed to concentrate in the right places and
stay together out of danger it might be a mistake as they surely
would start giving up after long enough! He was sure that they were
best searching it as quickly as possible and covering as much
ground as they could without putting themselves in too much danger,
and he wished to discover all the key places and search there.

Therefore he
started trying to realize where the key places were and wondered
how he could safely wander about the rooms and corridors looking!
Perhaps it would help solve some of the mysteries there that had
accumulated over a long time and since they had arrived.

For a long
time he had wanted to investigate somewhere like the last castle as
he had missed it greatly and he could not believe he actually had
another to investigate. He had always wanted to search the other
castle when he had been younger! He had been unable to do it for
years as the servants there had kept him in the lounge, on his only
visit there, and had persuaded him not to go anywhere else, and he
had been unable to visit there again when he had been older as his
uncle had not allowed him back.

He felt that
he had the freedom to roam this castle and he wanted to take full
advantage of it when he could, without getting into any danger, but
he was far more interested in finding everything he could about the
tomb before doing anything else.

The others spent a long time tediously
cleaning the tomb rock and he joined in and examined the writing on
it again in case he had missed something, but never found anything.
It was just ancient writing that was usually found on tombs and had
nothing of interest or was to do with anything else.

Yet one of the archeologists washing and
cleaning the end of the tomb uncovered some writing there, which
had been covered over with dirt, and Bryson went there first to see
what was there, but just before he got there the archeologist
announced to his surprise, “It’s the identity of the person in the
tomb ... His name is William Randall!”

Bryson was staggered and did not know
whether to believe it, but the other archeologists there confirmed
that they were positive that it was and Bryson wondered what it
meant as he had definitely seen the remains and tomb of his
ancestor William Randall at the last castle.

Bryson had a hard time even remembering
William Randall in detail, and what his skeleton had looked like,
and started realizing that he could not properly prove the skeleton
in the tomb was him or was not him! How could they prove anything?
The lack of evidence annoyed him greatly and he could not prove
anything and was like a blind man trying to recognize someone from
someone that had not spoken, or had identified himself properly, or
had any information about his identity revealed and met someone who
never said anything that was being identified as the person! He
remembered little about William Randall! Yet he had known what he
had been like in places, but that was only basic stuff about him
and other people like him at the time. If only they could find
something that could give them something worthwhile about him and
the people at the castles!

He tried to remember the accounts that they
had put together to find the second castle and he tried to recall
something about it. He could not remember much about it – yet he
could recall that William Randall had been identified as being at
the second castle and had been the person who had the second castle
built, and he thought that he would have stayed there as well.

It was as though someone were deliberately
trying to muddle the facts up and confuse them! It made him shiver
thinking of it and what the consequences were and he would now have
to accept that the other skeleton at the other castle was someone
else. Yet what the hell difference did it make?

He examined the skeleton in the tomb
wondering if it really was his ancestor and what difference it
would make.

He wondered why they had buried him there
under the floor of the castle? Why would someone bury him there?
Was there someone after him, or the person there?

Mitchell marched over seeing his slight
distress and examined him and seemed interested in something.

“
Wasn’t William Randall mentioned as
being at the last castle?” he enquired, trying to get some
information from him.

“
Yes!” he replied firmly and annoyed.
“I saw his tomb there though! He was my ancestor that built the
castles ...”

Most of the people turned and stared,
surprised that it was his ancestor that they were examining.

“
Incredible!” Mitchell answered.
“That’s right! I remember Sir Richard Randall was your uncle ...
And Robert Randall the current owner ... It must be strange being
in such a place and meeting one of your ancestors here?”

Bryson finished examining the skeleton and
realized that it actually looked the same as the last skeleton!

“
Perhaps they could have both
skeletons examined to see if they are genetically linked to you?”
Mitchell announced. “That should prove what one is authentic and
what one is not!”

“
That’s a good idea!” he replied,
surprised that he had not thought of it.

“
I can have it done for you ...?” One
of the archeologists firmly replied, examining Bryson’s features
and comparing them with the skeleton, with surprise. “I’ve another
friend over there ... Near the other castle who can get something
from the other skeleton ...”

Bryson was astonished and realized that they
had come up with the answer and he agreed firmly and thanked him,
and Mitchell for coming up with such a great idea, and he wondered
what the outcome of it would be.

Chapter 10

The Second Death

Bryson studied the crumpled up remains of the
body of the scientist, who he had worked with many times, trying to
realize what had happened. His body was completely drained of water
and of something else that he could not recognize.

He had just arrived there, at the remote
region of the castle, with Mitchell and his men, and met with
Merton and some scientists and police that had been there.

One of the other scientists who had been
with the dead scientist earlier had gone out searching for him when
he had not arrived to meet him.

For some reason everyone there took it that
he had not been killed by the killer and by something else! By
something so hideous, evil, and unearthly that they could not even
imagine what! He tried to ignore how hideous it was, trying to look
upon it as an artist would observe a crazy exhibit, but it was no
use! Something was now out to get them! The things in the wood, if
they were not the culprits, looked like nothing compared to it, and
they now looked as if they had been playing with them and only
scaring them away from their territory.

The complexion of the body showed it was
drained of blood and showed the deadliness of the place, and their
chances of survival had vastly decreased and danger could now exist
there in the castle and during the day now and they never knew what
they were up against and how to survive against it. They were
becoming defenseless and they could not do anything about it!

Bryson was confused more than he could ever
recall and he had difficulty discovering what was occurring because
now he could not even imagine solving what had happened!

Strange thoughts of him leaving the
cold confines of the place and that region gave him shivers of
ecstatic pleasure. Yet the pleasure he could have if they solved
all the riddles there would be far greater! He could return home or
go on holiday to some hot place next to a desert and celebrate –
after returning to reality
–
not on the brink of catastrophe
–
and he could
return to solving normal everyday problems with the effortlessness
that he had done for most of his life.

He attempted to work out the exact time that
it could have occurred and where the room it was in was located,
and wondered why the scientist had been there working alone anyway?
At least it might show that the thing would not touch them in
groups and in the inhabited regions of the castle.

He could not get why no sounds seemed to be
heard from there, and why the death had not been heard? Some loud
sounds outside could be heard miles away. Yet all the castle large
stones could block even the loudest sounds!

Merton still seemed slightly shocked at it!
He had seen him working with the scientist on many occasions!

They all stood
about the body while the police examined things about the body. The
scientist even looked as though he had tried to crawl over the
floor before his death! But he was sure that it only looked that
way and that he had been killed swiftly. But by what? And what had
the thing done to him?

Bryson
and virtually all of the rest of them, accept the police, gasped
when some more of the police arrived and one of them asked,
“
Who would want to kill him?
”

Everyone there shrugged and nobody seemed to
be able to reply and Bryson did not know how they were going to
explain the castle and the situation there if they had to! The
police there refused to believe anything extraordinary could occur
there.

Merton seemed to mutter, not being able to
stay silent any longer, breaking the deep silence, but then was
silenced by definitely not wanting to put his foot in it.

“
What worries me more than
anything,
”
Bryson muttered to Merton, with confusion,
“
is they
don
’t
seem
to have any clues!
”

“
They’ll
find something!” Merton quickly replied.

“
What kind of thing does that? It even
looks like a vampire has drained him of blood!”

“
That’s ridiculous! We should not have
started entering the castle’s desolate regions on our
own!”

“
What do you reckon could do that
then?
”

“
You
’ve
a point and I don’t have enough
facts to say anything! It may be entirely new to us? They are best
treating it as a normal killing until more facts
appear.”

“
You
’re
correct,
”
he muttered back, glaring through a
window at the wood outside with interest, wondering how the police
would handle the truth.

“
How did his killer know that he would
be here?
”
Bryson spoke louder, for the police to hear, startled by the
thought that whatever it was could be watching them, perhaps now
hidden away in the distant shadows.

“
Perhaps that killer was lurking about
and encountered the scientist on his own out here, and confronted
him ... We’ll have to stay in groups and only enter these regions
when we need to.
”

The police at the body seemed to realize the
body was drained of something more and discussed having it checked
further to discover what had happened to it.

“
Why kill him? Do you think something
has been removed from the body?”

“
I do
not know that! The body will have to be checked
thoroughly.”

One of
the policemen started using a phone to communicate information
about the situation to someone, and eventually started talking
louder to someone else who had him examine the body for him,
and
the police vigorously checked the body looking for
a wound and they checked bruised areas trying to see it and finally
seemed to give up disappointed, and the person on the phone seemed
to react strangely to it and had them check the body again at other
places.