Monsters from Beyond Reality (17 page)

Bryson’s heart
exploded, beating faster than he had ever felt it beat, when he saw
its facial features!

He watched the
figure almost fall over sideways, barely able to stay alive, and he
saw its blood and that it was different.

The other
police that were with Bryson strolled there, not shining their
lights there – as though not daring to – approaching in wonder as
though they were going to meet the devil himself.

When one of
the police standing around him shone his light there they all were
dumbstruck, and wondering what it was?

Bryson stared
down in horror at what he was positive was a genetic cross between
a human and some sort of alien, crippled on the ground!

It resembled
some form of ghost, with it giving weak splutters from its form of
mouth!

“
Do you
know what it is?” one of the police muttered, slightly shivering
and gritting his teeth with the cold.

And they
waited for Bryson to say something!

“
I want
to talk to it first!” he pleaded, and they moved back as he knelt
down beside it.

“
A scientist!
”
its weak voice muttered, and Bryson
nodded in agreement, knowing that it could speak his
language.

“
Where did you come from?” he asked
confused.

“
A gateway threw a few of my species
here years ago! They were trapped here, unable to return. I’m one
of their experiments, and crossed with them and your species! I am
the last of them! They were unable to return after all! They also
made me to handle your species, communicate with your species, your
outside world, and I was to find a way for them to return home!
They built those tunnels you used to find the castle! They were
built to get about the wood safely!”

“
Were you watching us?”

“
I used their technology to detect you
and follow where you were going ...”

“
Why did you kill the people here?”
one of the police finally asked, amazed at what it was. “And where
were you going to?”

“
They could’ve killed me ...! My
species were killed here ...!”

“
There was a skeleton in a large dome
cavity within the tunnel,” Bryson continued. “How did that
happen?”

“
Some of the people of my race still
worshiped ancient gods! They gave the sacrifices to the gods,
believing that they had been punishing them putting them
here!”

Bryson saw it was weakening and decided to
alter the subject!

“
What were you looking for in the
library that he found? You left all the books
disrupted!”

“
I have been trying to find a way back
to my world to tell them what happened – and you found more
information, which I had to check ...”

“
Did you discover
anything?”

It pulled out a crumbled bit of paper and
allowed it to fall at its side, unable to move any further.

Bryson instantly picked it up and examined
it.

“
It
’s
a page from a diary? There’s nothing really
on it?
”

“
It
’s
more! It
’s
definite
proof of
the diary of your ancestor
–
William Randall! I
’ve
been searching for it for most of
my life.
”

He stared down at its body cringing onto
life, with blood pouring from its mouth, and it fell over dead and
Bryson strolled away watching the confused faces of the police,
wondering what they really thought of it.

Chapter 21

Another Death

At a top floor room window Bryson observed
most of the police leaving in helicopters and was amazed to see the
body of the alien being put aboard a military helicopter and
Mitchell shaking hands with a high-ranking officer and Mitchell
handing him his report and being handed documents and his
orders.

Bryson knew there was far more behind it and
Mitchell, and the military being there, and he left it there as he
knew he was going to get information about it! Mitchell was being
far more open than he had been, and would be if he intended to be
secretive, and he wondered what Mitchell would have put in his
report for when he had gone into library tunnel and through the
vortex.

He even considered searching his stuff to
have a look at what he had put down! What had happened to him? Had
it been just the same? He thought of ways to get him to reveal what
he wanted, realizing that it might not be secretive any longer.

What was their story? Why was he there? Why
did they not send in an entire military group to search the place?
It would take them far longer for them to get results the way that
they were working there!

He felt amazed at actually meeting an alien
and one of the builders of the tunnels out there, and the killer
that they had been hunting for, with the police everywhere and the
story being covered by the media in such depth.

The problem now was he never thought the
other death was the alien killer and that something else had
completely drained the body of water and of something else that
they could not recognize.

A glance into the corridor once again showed
him that the archaeologists were scanning regions of the castle
with their equipment as they had said they would.

Bryson was amazed at the destruction some
had made and they had removed the lower ceiling to reveal the
original ceiling, made of solid oak beams, and he considered what
it would be like being upon the castle roof and wondered why they
never searched there?

The wires from the lights had rot and webs
over them and had been easily broken and were in bits scattered
over the floor, and he eyed up the mess wondering why they had not
left it and if someone intended to fix it as they would have no
lights there if they were not repaired.

The place would have to be cleaned up anyway
or left if the place remained with its disturbances, as many more
deaths would follow, and he wondered how the hell they would handle
the situation? Would the military make it a forbidden zone?

Bryson marched along the corridor
occasionally looking into rooms, which the others had clearly
rigorously searched through, and he made an occasional search of
anything that looked interesting to see if he could spot anything
that they had not.

Bryson decided to go and see William, and
left the top floor, and was amazed to see the police rushing up the
stairs on the next floor and going out to the scene of another
death, and he decided to follow to discover what had happened.

At the door of a room, where the police had
gone in, Bryson studied a crumpled up body of one of the police and
gasped and realized that all the police would be returning there,
and he realized that he recognized the policeman and had seen him a
few times at the lounge and he tried to see if he had missed
anything about the death and if there was anything different this
time, and as he did he realized that the police there thought the
alien was the culprit – and that they thought there was another
there.

Again the body was completely drained of
water and of something else that he could not recognize and he saw
why they had blamed the alien, and he even considered if it had
been. The alien in the wood had been a genetic cross with a human!
What if the proper alien was far different? The genetic cross
version was clearly adapted to meet and talk to humans.

According to the alien they had advanced
technology – and had built the tunnels – and had made human
sacrifices to their ancient gods. Yet it could have lied to cover
up there being aliens there, or were there others that it had not
known about?

Chapter 22

The Invasion

Only a few days
had passed and six more deaths had occurred in the castle, and
Bryson realized that there must be at least a hundred policemen
there now.

The entire
castle and media to Bryson seemed to be going crazy – mentioning
and thinking of the occurrences at the castle!

The
deaths were unbelievable and all done in the same hideous fashion
leaving the victims drained of
energy
! The police could not realize anything new now! And it
seemed something was killing people all about them, right under
their noses, which was totally unbelievable, and it was like
someone had come up with something to make a fool of them all and
ruin their methods of detection and representation. All their
leading people from all over the country were trying to solve the
mystery! The most advanced surveillance methods and equipment were
everywhere monitoring the place night and day.

Yet the
problem with it was that they never put it in people’s rooms or in
the rooms that the people were working in – but in the main places
and corridors that any person would have to through to get someone,
including the outer building.

Yet most of
the people now had phones and were sharing rooms and could hear any
sounds from the rooms next to them, as well as having the corridors
monitored by the police and soldiers guarding them.

What annoyed
Bryson was nothing indicated and gave any clues to what it was!

William seemed
confused and to be in danger like the rest of them and Bryson and
everyone else watched him everywhere, and he just gave confused
remarks.

There were
stories being put on television for days and mainly because it was
the only real occurrence that was happening! Everyone seemed to be
taking an interest in it and their safety! Most, Bryson believed,
wondered what would happen if it started occurring everywhere – and
they could not even control the region of the castle!

Everyone took it that it had been a human
killer and not something else, which was only suggested, clearly
because of the castle! Surely something so hideous, evil, and
unearthly that they suggested could not exist? He tried to ignore
how hideous it was, trying to look upon it as an artist observed 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, were
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 thing, whatever it was, played with
their imaginations and they were not allowed to get anything about
it and if it had been something like the aliens that had built the
tunnels in the wood. There still was no connection and anything in
the castle!

He had thoughts that it could be what had
caused all the deaths through the centuries and that the thing had
been thrown out of one of the gateways, vortex in the tunnel, or
from what had put the aliens there. It could have been trapped
there, and perhaps not been such a killer, and it could either have
gone mad or something had happened to it to make that way.

The only real evidence that existed was what
had happened to the people killed by it! The complexion of the
bodies showed it had drained them 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.

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!

They were confused more than he could ever
recall seeing the police and they had difficulty talking about what
was occurring because they had so little!

Strange thoughts of him leaving the cold
confines of the place and whole region gave him shivers of ecstatic
pleasure once again!

Yet the pleasure they would get if they
solved the case and showed it to the world was far greater, and it
was clear in the things that they said, especially in the dinning
room when they were not working. It was a classic new scenario and
there seemed no way to solve it! Something had to happen? How could
they stay there with more and more deaths occurring without what
was behind it being caught?

Bryson kept thinking of it at two angles and
that he could leave and go on holiday to some hot place next to a
desert or when he realized what was happening that he quite
definitely would have to be forced into leave there as he did not
want to miss what happened there.

He worked out the exact time the deaths
occurred and asked the police what their times for the deaths
occurring were and they all closely matched, and he recorded all
the times, and he tried to compare the times with each other to see
what they all had in common. What had been happening there when the
deaths had occurred? Were they at the same times of the day or were
they at times something happened?

Yet after a great deal of investigation he
only proved that they were random times! He also checked the people
who had been killed and what they had in common, what they had been
doing, and at the time of their deaths, and what locations they had
been in and he established that there were no real connections
other than that they had been on their own and mainly in places
that people had not been near, which showed whatever it had been
had deliberately hidden itself, which he considered might show that
it might be destroyed.

Was the thing only being safe, preferring
solitude, or did it have weaknesses and could be destroyed? The
thing could be anything though? It surely was not of this world! It
could have been a normal powerful alien life form turned into one
of the most deadliest entities, still with reactions of its
original self, and he considered how they could use that? Could
they find a way to scare it from there? Could they persuade it to
do something else?