The Reality Investigators
Title Page
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Epilogue
The Reality Investigators
V Bertolaccini
This edition published 2016 by CB
This is a Smashwords edition 2017
Copyright Victor Bertolaccini
ISBN: 978-1-3708-4693-1
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Prologue
The Ancient Visitation
McMurdo’s 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 gravely ill.
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 investigate it!”
“It must be incredible!” I answered firmly. “It must have been tremendous! What made it come to this place, in the first place?”
“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!”
The Thing from Beyond Reality
Chapter 1
The Reality Investigators
The whole account of what occurred was now astounding and I could barely believe what had happened, and what happened later.
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 somewhere else.
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 unabl
e 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 further.
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 a seat.
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 her home.
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 war.
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 he wanted.
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 startled.
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.
McMurdo continued, “According 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, cautiously.
“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 been concealed!”
“What’ll we do then?” I asked, curiously, looking over at Marple, waiting to see i
f Marple said anything.
“You’ll 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!”
“We’ll do that!” Marple replied firmly.
When he 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.
Chapter 2
The Santa Investigation
My 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 action?
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